Felix Codash

Certainly, it has been a long while since I've been on this app. I do hope you guys and gals are doing alright.

Is my birthday today. Nothing feels different.

Anyone else having technical difficulties with the app? Where it crashes?

Just posted my remastered story on here, I'll be posting it mainly on FanFiction.net. Go check both out.

I've started to rewrite an old story of mine, but I did it on Fanfiction.
          
          Overwatch: A New Life Rematsred.

Got a new book out, hopefully this would encourage me to write more and get chapters out. Go get it out, Against Remnants Hopes. 

"Tell me Rubes, you're living the dream of your life. So why shouldn't I do so?" Anon says sitting across from Ruby Rose, a cold one cracked open and a milkshake sits on the booth table.
          
          "It's dangerous, dad. You have more chances of dying from your job than mine!" Ruby said firmly placing down her hands on the table, leaning towards her father.
          
          "Who gave up their dreams so that you could have hopes of doing so!?" Anon firmly asks, narrowing his eyes at the concerned Ruby. "Who worked three jobs, working triple shifts, so that you could have enough Lien to pay for everything you need? To get into Signal, get your uncle to train you and help you get your dream, while your mother left me to take care of you for years? Years!" He slammed his hands on the table, gaining stares from students and staff workers alike.
          
          [This idea has been running though my head for a bit.]

"BATTALION SEVEN: KILLED AFTER THEY CAME OUT WITH ARMS RAISED, UNIFORMS TORN TO PIECES, AND STARVED.
          
          "BATTALION ONE: CAPTURED, RAPED BY BOTH MEN AND WOMEN OF THE ENEMY, AND FOUND IN MASS BURIAL IN A JUNKYARD.
          
          "BATTALION FIVE: MEN WERE KILLED AND WOMEN RAPED, LATER FOUND DEAD WITH TEETH MISSING VIA BRUTE FORCE, HANDS AND FEET REMOVED AND STICHED SHUT.
          
          "RISE, MY FELLOW PEOPLE. RISE AND TURN THE TIDE OF THIS WAR. ALL SHALL COME TOGETHER TO PROTECT OUR COUNTRY, OUR CITIZENS, OUR FAMILIES, AND OUR FUTURE!"
          
          The announcement came from radios, letters, and from speaches from Adr Hynlo himself. The first month, recruitment numbers has skyrocketed. The second, they kept coming. Third, they formed the Nations largest military force. Fourth, they trained day and night. Five, the NarMil, as they call themselves, carried out the war's sixth major battle.
          
          They dominated the battlefield. Only 0.8% of the front line suffered casualties, the rest of the 1.2% died from injuries and diseases. Another battle was fought, but from within. 40% of the NarMil were killed from the results of it. The seventh marjr battle was fought, resulted in complete decimation of NarMil. OJ A. Sinow. Aged 26 when capture, is the only survivor of the battle. Claimed he caught the eye of a high ranking officer of the enemy.
          
          [This idea unfortunately ends here.]

"Finally, we have acquired access to the fourth dimension. Time!" Head scientist Henry Oils exclaims happily and with relief. It has taken them countless years of near-around the clock work to get only the fundamentals of time. Their first few experiments were successful, but three days later, the items they used rusted up/rotten at an alarming rate. Their first Human experiment had no visible effect so far, however they were able to recall memories far more easily.
          
          Forward a few months, they started to become more clumsy, forgetful, and strangely older in appearance. Their sense of balance begins to falter, furthermore their vision as well a week later. The body, in itself, has 100% aged decades because of time travelling. They begin to work on a metal to prevent rust and glass from liquidating far more faster.
          
          A few months of hard research and development, the first prototype of CSMC-Suit (Cross-timelapSe Micromorphic Control). Eclipse Danish has volunteered for testing; no results. Prototype_Zero_Zero_Zero is functional for early stage of time travel.
          
          [Okay, this took me a good solid week to think of what to put on here. This idea is up for grabs.]

"Do you believe in mirrors?" A voice says, a voice that she knows somehow.
          
          "W-what?!" Replies Ruby, locked in a room.
          
          "I said. Do you. Believe in. Mirrors?" The voice repeats, harsher and more powerful.
          
          "Mirrors?"
          
          "You see, mirrors reflects what you look like not what you really are. Take a look at the mirror to your left."
          
          She turns to find a mirror, seeing that only her reflection. 
          
          "What does this has to do with mirrors?!"  She says confused and scared.
          
          "Oh, now that's a good question. A mirror reflects what you see. Now look at the mirror to behind you."
          
          The mirror, this time, reveals a girl with a pair of dark red horns, a smiling face of those who wronged others for their own pleasure, and a tattoo on her face with the words 'cum voluptatem' meaning 'With Pleasure'.
          
          "Now this. Is the face. Of a. Dirty. Little. Backstabbing Cunt Dumptruck." The voice crackles as he clears his throat. "Now that we have evidence of this, who do you like the most 'deary'?" The voice of (Y/n) asks, shocking Ruby to her center.
          
          [This is something that recently came to mind. I ran out of steam for this particular scene and I don't want to run the machine while it is dry. However you are welcome to use it in your own way.]