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Travesty: Perspective

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anti-hero anti-villain dystopian fantasy sciencefiction scifi-scifi-fantasy steampunk

In a world where -nope not starting it off with that. This is your basic, cookie cutter world with your average fantasy yet dystopian-esque place with themes of steampunk & sci-fi. You got your handy dandy humans that somehow are more advanced than other races. On the other side of the ring you got the totally original elves that totally are original with their despising interbreeding & races not being in their designated continents due to their very traditional & spiritual mindset. Next up, we got the generic Unicorns that narcissistically involve themselves in other races affairs by translating both recipients languages via their magical horn.

Then we got the 4 mighty spirits that each are sworn to protect their designated conti- alright you get the point, not that special. What does make the unoriginal world meager is the chaos surrounding it. Added to Eco who knows how long ago, something had arrived in Eco which shouldn't have. Something that could bloom or doom the world.

Here here, that something is a set of 100 powers randomly given to any 100 vessels within any of the years in a 100 year time period. This vessel selection is completely unbiased, unpredictable, uncontrollable, unbelievable. Some view this as a monstrosity, a catalyst for the world's destruction. Others view this as a happy accident, a blessing from some divine being. No matter who you are - human, elf, giant, goliath, mermaid, yeti, unicorn, manticore, even the supposedly unbiased spirits- you have or will pick a side: for times are changing.All Rights Reserved

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Vampire's Prey by google1021

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Empowered by MelRose518

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"𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙤𝙤... 𝙤𝙡𝙙... 𝙣𝙤𝙬..." -𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 ||| Stupid kids hate each other and then fall in love. Sure you've read it in every single damn 'fic on this platform. But then one of them disappears, and the other moves on. But she doesn't. She's beaten, and her child is ripped from her own fingers. Five reappears after nearly 17 years, his charming personality gone, and he demands that the family helps him with his little apocalypse problem. And they ultimately fail. You know how the story goes. They end up in 1963, scattered across Dallas, and bring the apocalypse with them. Five and Y/N start getting comfortable. By the time they're back in 2019, they're fucked up, and craving nothing but peace. The apocalypse says no. But something's different this time. Something is whispering horrors into "Little Number Eight's" dreams. Whatever you do, don't save the world. ||| "𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪? 17 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨. 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪! 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪!" - 𝐘/𝐍 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 You have the ability to rewrite your atomic structure, taking the form of any living being you can comprehend, commonly referred to as "shape-shifting" or "shifting." At one point I was ranked in the top 4 for "fivexreader", so how bad can it be?