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  1. TheInsanityOfBobSemple

    Fantasy Project Grozny: Prologue IC [DISCONTINUED]

    The Black Watcher @Ramjammer @Sushi Muncher @Meme Man @Lil Potato Fennstrum never held anything towards the Blood Knights, save for the fact they were made of beastmen who he believed had little control over their bodies. All he really cared about was the question of if they were ready to...
  2. TheInsanityOfBobSemple

    Fantasy Project Grozny: Prologue IC [DISCONTINUED]

    The Black Watcher He watched as the foaming seas lapped up against the hull of the Titan Essex as it steamed through the cold weather. Sea sprays erupted from the sides as larger and larger waves clashed upon the steel skin of the ship. The deck was as wet as it could be and the air was brisk...
  3. TheInsanityOfBobSemple

    Realistic or Modern Infernal Intervention [Reboot]

    Objective, retrieve targets intact with minimal casualties and damage. Rules of engagement, all targets hostile are deemed to be terminated with extreme prejudice. Taking prisoners is not required. High casualties on friendly Assualt Squad are acceptable if the mission is archived. Minimal...
  4. TheInsanityOfBobSemple

    Realistic or Modern Infernal Intervention [Reboot]

    Hinzerhaus turned to the man in the black suit and black tie. He would have raised an eyebrow, if he had one, at the fact the man was in a suit. This was not to dress code regulation of the agents and foot troops of the Intervention Foundation. But then again, he supposed that this man had to be...
  5. TheInsanityOfBobSemple

    Realistic or Modern Infernal Intervention [Reboot]

    He begged it not to leave him. Yet it still did. There were just two realities here: the blackness of the shell-hole below and the brilliant inferno of the bombardment above. The rain was light. It was sitting at the bottom, his feet soaking in the cold wet liquid mud. The man across it was...
  6. TheInsanityOfBobSemple

    Futuristic Praetors: Legends' Origins

    Strelnikov made a grim nod to no one as the doors opened. He gripped his Heavy Pistol in his hand ever tighter. His combat armour was a dull olive- brown uniform with segmented armour. He had don his full face helmet and his HUD system was going crazy; bright warning flashes and hostile readings...
  7. TheInsanityOfBobSemple

    Futuristic Praetors: Legends' Origins

    They were flying. Through the sky, the wind rushing up on their faces, sand particles stinging the exposed parts of their faces. Through his googles he could see the sand dune rushing up to him and the dark shapes that lurked behind it. He raised his rifle and let it bark, the other ten did it...
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