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Years of distrust and unrest finally took its toll on the long-aloof Royal Family.
Everyone was abducted, overthrown in everything but name, and replaced par a sinister man named Peacefather. With a silver tongue and the wit of a lifetime politician, he captivated the hearts of many Nimeans, and even plus Mortals.
It was an unholy union, the Mortal League and New Parliament forging an alliance. The Common Infiltrators were the few left loyal to the Crowns, and even they were barely able to fight off the League.
They were all contained in a place called the Tower of Atlantis, to which we now go......

The cold night air bit at the young wolf's skin as he leapt from rooftop to rooftop, with the practised ease of one who had been doing such activities for years.

It seemed only natural to him now; The feeling of the wind in his fourrure as he hurtled across buildings and over the city at speeds that, thus far, none had rivalled.

Tonight, however, if one were to look up from one of the many dingy back-alley's of the Urban jungle, they might have caught a glimpse of something plus than the dark wolf's form leaping across the cityscape.

For tonight he was playing a game with the young woman riding on...

Okay guys, ages il y a I attempted to do the 100 themes challenge and got bored and gave up. I've decided to try again with a fresh start.

I'm going to aim for each story to be between 150 and 500 words, but that may change later on.

This article is a reference point, that I'll come back to every now and then. Why? Because whenever a piece is completed, I'll éditer this article to add in a link to the finished work.

If toi want me to attempt a certain challenge from the list, then please leave a request with me and I'll see what I can do.

If toi want your character in one of the challenges also, please...

"Shit! Shock, MOVE!" Light yelled, grabbing Shock's arm and pulling him out of the way a bare seconde before an animated corpse flung itself at him, teeth bared.

Bringing his claws forth, Light, as the only one on the team immune to the virus going around, slashed right through the beast's head, trying to prevent the sick giggle from rising in his throat. Failing at doing so, he cracked into laughter as the body slumped, blood gushing from the wounds raking it's chest and face.

"Light... That isn't funny..." Shock a dit dubiously, clearly a little frightened of his brother's sadistic behaviour....

"Yo! Pirate! Get your cul, ass outta bed, bitch!" Taria ripped the covers off of Violet. violet shot up, took the blanket back, and plopped back into bed. Tori growled.
 "PIRATE! Get UP!!" she grabbed the side of the mattress and pulled up. violet yelled and rolled off, hitting her head on the end table. She growled at Tori, then sat back on her haunches. She launched at both of them and they both dodged. She hit the ground and somersaulted. She rolled into the wall, and hit her head again.
 "GOD DAMNIT! THAT FUCKING HURTS, toi BOARS!!" she griped. 
 "Calm down, tyrant. toi only hit your head."...

Oh yeah. This was it. Him and Estill, off to abduct Santa Claus, then subject him to horrible testing.
And then stop the atom smasher.
Perhaps he should rethink his priorities.
But for now, at the laboratory, he and his 'Chinadoll' were finding the best ambush weapons in all the Konfederaite- Kastorium net launchers, reindeer bait, and cookies.
With sprinkles.
Sprinkles of doom.
"Are we ready?" asked Tydus, wearing an ill-fitting santa costume and holding a large bag ovr his back.
"Sure," responded Estill, dressed as an elf. "Let's beat a fat old German creep into sugar-cookie powder."
Tydus grinned,...

It was only pure luck that they were still alive.

Sure, between the four survivors they had a rather uncanny ability to open a can of whoop-ass when needed, but regardless of this, perhaps the only reason they'd lasted so long was simple; The right place at the right time.

As anyone would assume donné the current breakdown of the entire country, survivors were weary of each other.

Anarchy was unleashed upon the country. Mothers were forced to kill their children in their own fight for life. Families were torn apart. Everyone was equal in this time of loss.

The four, however, were another story....