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I N V A D E R S **also being trashed and rewritten soon**

I N V A D E R S **also being trashed and rewritten soon**

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I've always been fascinated with stars. Stars. Even the name just rolls off the tongue and right into your wildest imaginings. Ever since I was a kid, I would stare up at the sky every summer night, and name every constellation I knew...which happened to be all of them, considering I memorized an entire book about astrology when I was twelve. Years later, that would not be the case. I remember one night, just a few weeks ago, that I looked up at the very same stars I had seen my entire life and felt nauseous. That night, it made me physically sick with disgust to look at those familiar patterns of light. What had once brought me joy now only stirs up painful memories. How times change. Never again would I look at those stars with the childish wonderment and fascination of the past. Never again would I look upon those glowing orbs, bask in blissful ignorance, and think that they were all alone up there. I could never again say that we are completely alone in this universe. Never again would I look upon a certain gravestone and not blame those cold, calculating stars. I, Stella Wolfe, would come to discover true corruption, true evil, true friends... and maybe even true love. Is is possible that we could still save the world?After everything have done to me, and to humanity, do we even stand a chance? Well I guess alien hybrid powers, an real live alien-turned-talking-cat-turned-human(?), and a few other psychotic people could help... You'll just have to read the last page to find out... ⦁☓☽☓☾☓⦁ (If you were too lazy to read that whole thing, no worries. Men in Black meets Divergent meets some cliche mystery horror film is the perfect summary and all you really need to know. Your welcome, my lazy friends.)
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SUN DOGS

Humans... always trying to speedrun their downfall. They tore the world apart, then acted shocked when there was nothing left. The apocalypse came and went. No glory in it. Just ash, blood, and fools dying confused. Then they rebuilt it. Because they never learn. Now the world stands again, but, you know... it's real dodgy. Yeah. It's dark. Rotten from the inside. Evil... everywhere. Real dick for brains, motherfuckers running around doing heinous things. Real bottom-tier pieces of human shit. Not hidden either. It walks openly, smiling. But even rot knows fear, and there's a dude that scares the absolute fuck out of every last one of those sadistic bastards. Abram Karasu. If that psychopath decides you're on the menu, your fate was signed, sealed, and notarized before you even heard his footsteps. So don't embarrass yourself by begging. Seriously. It doesn't make him merciful... it just pisses him the fuck off. He doesn't give speeches. He gives brutal honesty. And every lesson comes delivered with all the warmth of a goddamn kunai straight to the face. The guilty know him for the way he kills. Slow when it needs to be slow. Painful when pain is deserved. Accurate. Unmoved. Brutal. He tears evil apart piece by piece, making sure nothing crawls back afterward. No loose ends. No second chances. When retribution moves through him, doors don't matter. Walls don't matter. Your just fucked. Still... he isn't devoid of emotion. God, no. Don't get that twisted. Under all that carnage and maniacal euphoria, there's a normal guy who's just trying to live his fucking life. He's a rare kind of person. Hard to find. The innocent see it. A hand offered. Protection given without a word. He's no hero. Heroes care about being seen. Karasu is just a guy with insane power that chose to use it to do remarkable shit. People say his methods are... Unorthodox. Yeah, that's the word...

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