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People often wish they could visit the universes of their favorite media.
To stand among the people they've watched countless times from behind a screen. To fight with them, to laugh with them, to learn with them, to love with them, and to hate with them.
Well... I did that.
My name is Blitzkrieg, and I experienced what a lot of people dream about. The first time I died on earth, I was inserted into the body of Soundwave from Transformers: Prime.
A lot of things happened after that...
I died, and I can't help but feel like this is some sort of Deja Vu. Like I've gone through this before. Well, I can think about that later. Because for now I am in the body of a mech, yet I can feel several things different. Oh, and I am a cybertronian, an Earth-made Cybertronian and I am in the world of Transformers Prime... I suppose I could always just stick to the script, but I am already a non-too small a player, so my presence might mess with everything... Eh, what could possibly go...
Behold, my mental PAIN in the form of ideas nesting in my goddamn skull and I need to shove them out. These are particularly interesting ideas that I think or neat but am somewhat hesitant of giving their own thread.
The flute incident goes differently, and Taylor triggers almost a year ahead of schedule. The New Wave finds her afterwards, and, well, a Hero's job description involves helping those who need it.
Which should be fine for everyone involved. After all, there's no way trying to rebuild your sense of self after a traumatic event using the worldview of nearby parahumans could ever end badly.
Just ask Emma Barnes.
Now mirrored on SpaceBattles and Fanfiction.net
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Turns out that reincarnation isn't just limited to humanoid beings, because I can definitely say that I did not expect to die only to come back as a big flopping fish. The fact that I am now a Magikarp in the world of Pokemon is my only solace really. Though I will miss my arms...
Summary: Waking up in someone else's body is never fun. Waking up knowing the person you body jacked signed up to fight monsters for the rest of his life is even less fun.
Based on the Rise of the Reds mod for Command & Conquer: Generals - Zero Hour by SWR Productions, this alternatehistory.net-style timline recontextualizes the Generals universe with everything that has happened since the game was originally released in 2003, also expanding on the events of the mod canon and bringing it to what I personally believe is its logical conclusion: nuclear armageddon.
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(Note: I'm really bad at summaries imo)
Tania and Daniel had just wanted a nice vacation in Cap Flortia, visiting the town's very first Anime Convention with their friends.
Instead the whole convention was turned into a crazy mishmash of a video game made real after they may have… accidentally… unleashedanancientspiritofmagic!
Now, Tania and Daniel have to beat this game and rescue the Con Goers before taking on the ancient spirit as the final boss!
A young woman awakes to find a Giant with a hammer offer her a deal she didn't think to refuse. His request? Simple. Just a little bit of a show for him to enjoy, while she reaps the rewards.
Too bad that the Forge was a little more than she thought she could handle. The world around her changes, even while she does nothing more than live day by day, trying to figure out ways to survive the world that is Worm.
My first big story that has had it's ups and downs. Mainly writing to better my...
A man finds a simple band amidst the tunnels of ruins older than the records of known civilizations, along with salves to heal the pain that he believed he couldn't heal on his own.
Dead again, reborn again, Tanya finds herself living in the former Kingdom of Callow, right before the eve of some of the most bloody wars in the history of the continent. All players are set, all cards are soon to be on the table, but someone hid the third Joker in their sleeve...
Come what may, against Gods and demons and all the angels in Creation, but by Being X Tanya is going to secure that nest egg and hack her way to a cushy retirement.
You know when I died, I had the feeling like this happened before. But that's ridiculous. Though what is even more ridiculous is the fact I woke up not in a baby's body, but in a car, in a body that was already past infancy, in a body that was female, and that the first thing I see is danger. Am I really gonna get logged out of life a second time so soon after being given a new account? Oh wait, someone saved us.
One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail; rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail. - Coriolanus: Act 4, Scene 7
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She'd read stories like this. Someone wakes up in the world of a favorite (or not so favorite) work of fiction, with a phenomenal cosmic power, and solves all sorts of problems, and probably gets in a relationship with their favorite character while they're at it.
Still, you never really expected it to happen to you.
Well, she had the waking up part covered, anyway. But her phenomenal cosmic power didn't really seem up to the task when it came to solving any of the problems in Worm. This...
So... I died apparently. But now I'm in the body of a woman, not exactly human anymore, have more power than I ever thought I'd have, and I have the memories of the original tenant of the same body. I don't know how just yet, but I already know I am not on Earth anymore, an- oh wait. Someone's coming.
If one would tell me I would one day become a horrific monster that should not exist, then I would have either slapped them, punched them in the face, or laughed long and hard. But, well hmm. They would have been right, but it wouldn't hurt any less.
Now I have this stupid buzzing in the back of my head, I am an amorphous amalgamation of pathogen-like cells. Made of Flesh, filled with Might, and wrought with Mutations. I... need to rest, I think.
This is a Worm Fanfiction with a twist as it is an AU and is a crossover with a game called Rain World. In this story, an Iterator has gone through a traumatic event and is transported from the falling and collapsing state of its original location to a much safer location known as the Atlantic Ocean and things spiral out of control from there.
This is a Multi-Perspective story and will not follow one character throughout the entire story.
This is a repost by myself from Space Battles over...
What do you mean this place already has an swarm of alien locusts?!
Rowan Ember lived and fought in a hell of a Hamlet, giving his life not out of the goodness of his heart or for the compassion of Humanity, but merely out of spite. What else would drive someone cursed with that otherworldly glow towards the greatest sacrifice? Now he's traveling through worlds, death not being the end, but merely a new beginning amongst the gentle strange and horrible stars.
Some friends will come along with him in his journey, and he just hopes that there's enough whiskey...
A collection of one-shots and snippets that may or may not eventually become their own stories.
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They know four techniques. They have specific elements. They ascend in power by fighting, and practicing what they do to the absolute limit.
Did I just describe a Pokemon - or a Cultivator?
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Stuck in the capital of nigh-eternal blizzards. One not so daring SI has to weather the world of Teyvat and a whole lot of fucking shit they know nothing about.
At-least make me a 5 Star... please?
I'm a Mother... actually that sounds very wrong. I'm a Mother Goo, and I thought I'd be facing the nearly extinct Hoomans, the four armed space Australian Beta, and the hungry hungry Shroud but NOPE! I'd rather face the Shroud than be anywhere near here!!! I'm in an Emperor be damned warpstorm covered planet, and am basically surrounded on all sides by every single fucking faction in the 40k-verse aside from the Tyranids... I'm fucked.
NOTE: This is probably something that shouldn't be...
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Follow Me on my journey to save the Earth in a world where I decided to crossbreed my plotbunnies to build a messed up setting.
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October 1st.
0:00:00.
The day humanity knew it was no longer alone.
The day the Long War began, and maybe, the day we had already long lost...
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Log 0: Apparently I have been chosen by the almighty truck-kun since I just got bodied out of nowhere. The next thing I know, I am apparently the central intelligence of a First Cylon War era Basestar, the two flying saucer stuck together ones. The ones that have an onboard factory in them, out in the middle of nowhere. Actually not really in the middle of nowhere, because I am actually in a graveyard in space, as for how I know where I am at now? Well, I see a certain wrecked warship. That...
Taylor Hebert always dreamt of becoming a parahuman, of fighting villains and delivering justice. Winslow robbed her of innocence, and joy, and shits to give. And finding a clunky piece of junk in an alley way hadn't changed that.
Everyone in Brockton Bay collectively shivered.
A collection of small words that may become stories some day. A well of snippets, each bucket ascending from the darkness below to bring forth a vessel full of liquids of questionable quality.
I have no idea if I have what it really takes to become an author, or if I am merely deluding myself into thinking this is a good idea. But here it is, my honest attempt.
Constructive criticism is very much appreciated.
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Synopsis: SI gets a commander body, and doesn't get to do much of the tech-munching because of...
Memories are such fickle things.