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Infinity's Assassin
Grey lead them all up to the door. Pressing on a portion of the wall beside the door, he revealed a panel that contained a number pad and a lens. Grey entered a twenty-five digit number on the pad and leaned forward to place his left eye close to the lens. The grinding sound of multiple heavy bolts sliding came from the other side of the door, only to cease right before the door swung inward. Grey motioned for the other two to enter as he stepped to the side. “Please enter the garden. We will rest a while by the tea house to contemplate before we wash up and enter.”
By Ralph Quisenberry5 years ago in Futurism
Infinity's Assassin
Several nights later, in another part of town, a shadow hung over an alley. A black ceramic blade caressed a pale, slender throat at the dead end of the alley. Just as the flowered fabric was torn from silky flesh, the shadow leaped over the place the man stood. The ceramic knife fell to the ground, shattering, closely followed by the man’s head.
By Ralph Quisenberry5 years ago in Futurism
Prologue
A void. Darkness was all Imaru perceived for miles upon miles. An empty, black, and infinite void that consumed all that dared to stand within, in more ways than merely one. It consumed one’s mind, drained away their sanity… corrupted their very spirit.
By Malachi Westbrook5 years ago in Futurism
Adventure Smiths
Introduction It was a time of great expansion. King Rupart, may he rest in peace, looked to a mysterious continent in the west as something that must be conquered and claimed for the good of all. This was no easy task as a host of sea creatures guarded the coastline. The king, determined to claim the land, sent ships to the sea creatures (who called themselves the Brine). Scores of ships were lost before it was communicated to the Brine that the king wanted to meet with them for negotiations.
By Brent Harris5 years ago in Futurism
Infinity's Begining
Preface : Cruel Fate I was certain death had taken me. Failure. I knew it was a possibility, but it had been the only hope. The walls, the structure of our very universe had been falling inward. Something had to be done. My people were a harsh, cruel and selfish society, but they were mine. I could not accept that there was no chance for them to do something good and worthy with their lives if they only had the time to learn. I was given that time and I have put my life and everything in me on the line to give them the same chance to grow. They were my people, and in trying to save them, I have destroyed them all...Except for my brother. He will be changed, but he will live on...
By Ralph Quisenberry5 years ago in Futurism










