What if the entire world had duplicated Sukebe's research? Human super weapons. Genetic engineering on such an enormous scale it made the term 'GMO' mean a million different things overnight. That next day isolated reports of explosions, strange weather, other unexplained phenomenon - hidden weapons testing going oh so wrong... But dangerously right. The world goes to sleep. The next day they are plunged into hell.
What would happen if Pokegirls were the weapons of World War 3?
- Determining access level
Password - Override "Where does death tread"
Counter - "Where does death fail"
Response - "Where we do not"
- Processing... ... ...
- Access override acknowledged
Welcome back, HC-0
Agent: Joshua Banks
Role: Wetwork, Infiltration, Assault, Tacticician
All additional inquiries on Agent: Joshua Banks must be submitted to HC-2. Any unauthorized probes will be dealt with accordingly.
Growing up sucks. It doesn't matter your background, your status, your opportunity. Taking your first steps from being a child to being an adult is one of the hardest things you can do in your life.
Bartholomew has learned this sooner than most. Born with a silver spoon but raised with pewter, he is part of the minority with the Pokegene blood trait. It has caused him unimaginable stress, and now he struggles to find purpose in a world that has turned its back on him.
My take on the whole "sucked into the pokegirl universe" line. Please read Kerrik, Micah and Kelvin's stories, as well as any others I have missed.
In a post-dispersal world, man and woman alike find themselves changing. You thought the red plague was bad? What if it had been Sukebe that designed a global virus instead?
A look at adventure tropes and what would happen if a main character avoided every story he was meant to be a part of. The guy just wants to lead a normal life, is that too much to ask?
Yes. Yes it is.
Mao Shin Mao was just the beginning. We will rise.
Things I start but never finish - or small ideas.
I have more ideas than I know what to do with. Check here for the random ravings of my mind. Expect no coherence or proper formatting.