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Sky sat there for a few minutes, talking with Jake and Adam about the last few days. Nothing extraordinary, the wall of Neostice still stood sturdy and fenced. It has been a few months since anybody from Neostice became infected. Though the virus was airborne, it wasn't potent enough to turn anybody into a Zombie without an actual bite and Zombie blood in their system. However, Sky knew it was still possible for someone to be reanimated as a Zombie after death; it just took a lot longer. Sky hated the false sense of security. He knew even with the wall that Hunters could still show up inside Neostice (he's heard it happened before, but he's never seen a Hunter). However, the standing wall was still reassuring. The young man never felt more at ease than at the top. "So...any plans for tonight? Anyone got a hot date?" He asked the other two, striking up another conversation. He received a laugh from each and then the three men started to insult each other's masculinity and sexual prowess before debating what was worse: being torn apart by a pack of Werewolves or sex with Adam (Jake insisted that it was the latter). As the sun started to set, Sky realized that it was almost time for his shift; he had shown up early for the company since he was the only night Watchmen for this section of the wall. "Hey, I'll be back. I'm going to grab an extra magazine, just in case, and a few snacks," he told the others, waving as he started to walk away. He heard them groan, expecting him to be late. "Oh shut up. It's not like the rest of tonight is going to be any more eventful."

I, Slayer
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Bennett panted as he stared into the glowing amulet hanging from a branch. He was clean from most of the blood, but quite a bit still remained. Though his wounds were almost fully healed already, the scars were visible and the gash on his shoulder was still there. He groaned at his outfit; it was torn to shreds. Without a word, the blue-eyed man looked at the pinkish/purplish sky. It was going to be a cloudless night, he realized. Accepting that it was time to rest and knowing that there was a town nearby, Bennett strapped on his weapons, grabbed the rest of his equipment, and quickly walked towards the edge of the forest, groaning every few steps. Behind him, the light of the amulet flickered as it remained on the tree.

This. Next week I'm going on a business trip for two weeks to help open a new restaurant. Then I'm taking out a loan for a new car and getting a new job as a supervisor in a different restaurant while we work on opening a new location, which I'll be a manager at. And searching for a new apartment. So...yeah, responsibilities.[DOUBLEPOST=1400643879][/DOUBLEPOST]

Obviously, the VirGiN means summer vacation. Jesus, school for you ends late. I don't think the year ever lasted past mid-May at the latest for me, high school or college.

I love the Captain America thing you got going on.

Okay, maybe not ridiculously large.

Is yours...9?

GODDAMN IT. I NEED TO RETHINK THIS

Is your secret number 6?

In the scene with John Reilly claiming it's not a good idea, the Nova's behind him have blasters on their hand. I'm assuming the Novaforce isn't a thing here and they're tech-based.

Don't get too excited for Thanos. He might get more screen time than he did in Avengers, but he's still pulling strings behind the scenes. My guess is that they're leading up to the Avengers meeting the Guardians in some form (either a legitimate team-up or a member or two from each talking about Thanos) with Thanos being the big bad for Avengers 3.

I'm still not a fan of the Nova's design. It's not...interstellar or sleek enough. It looks more an interstellar militia than police force.

I actually found the Game Boy Color game for Pokemon TCG in one my "junk boxes"

I've done this, but I think Amaury means likes he himself has received, not given. Maybe some staff is going around moving/deleting things? It's also possible that people are unliking things themselves, but I don't know if anybody actually does that

It's all good, doubleposting bro~

OOOOHH, THIS WILL BE INTERESTING. In~

I was going to get you a white flag for your birthday, but I bet you already have one.

Not going to lie. I thought Twitch was a single person, not a company. I don't do follow streams. I thought the whole Twitch Plays Pokemon thing was one guy's idea or something.

So that's what happened to the previous employees of the park.

"Yo. I found one. ... Some tiny girl. Looks human,'cept for that hair color. ... Hm? Well, she has some sword. You sure she's one? Looks really young. ... Whatever you say, dude. I'll get her. Leave it to me!" The Battletoad known as Zitz shut off the communication device in his gauntlet and rested his hands on the branch below him between his feet. He was crouched, knees above his head, near the point of a tree. If it wasn't obvious by his 6'8 bipedal toad appearance, his posture definitely revealed his nature. Like his roommates, coworkers, and best friends -Rash and Pimple- Zitz loved being a 'Toad. Yeah, there were times that he missed being a human (having to crouch to fit through doors was a hassle), but what was there to hate about being a Battletoad? In fact, that was exactly what they were talking about just a couple of days ago. Professor T. Bird and Princess Angelica revealed that they found a way to revert the 'Toads back to humans, if they so wish, but Zitz didn't want to go back to being simply Morgan Zeitler. Being an 'intergalactic, kick-assing, Princess saving 'Toad' was just too much fun! Luckily, his friends agreed. Just moments later, however, Zitz' communication hardware on his gauntlet went haywire. In the distraction, the 'Toads, Professor, and Princess didn't realize that the Vulture, their ship, was flying straight into what appeared to be a small black hole, one of many opening up around them. Zitz blacked out and woke up to find himself next to a hooded figure who revealed to him the nature of portals and what happened to, well, reality. Unable to find his friends, Zitz agreed to help the figure track down other warriors to aid them in restoring the universe back to normal. And now, here he was, high above some human girl who didn't appear old enough to drive a car, but was staring down one of Smithy's weapon-creatures. Zitz prepared to jump down and rescue her...but then decided to see if the girl really was a warrior that they could use. If she could take down the spear, awesome! If not, he would save her and be on his hoppity-merry way. "Come on. Show me what ya got!" He cheered to himself, ready to pounce.

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"Sylveon!" Calem whispered loudly as he searched through the forest for his Pokepal. "Sylveon! Where did you go?" He moved slowly, hoping to not run into any other strange Pokemon...that spear thing was a Pokemon, right? Pushing the question to the back of his head, he reached for a Pokeball, gripping it tightly just in case he had to call out another one of his Party. Within a matter of minutes, he noticed a furry and pink curved tail sticking out from under a bush. "There you are!" He exclaimed, dropping to his knees and diving into the bush. Sylveon noticed him and purred quietly before sticking its nose in the other direction. "What? What do you see?" Calem whispered as he pushed through the bush's leaves to see what was on the other side. "Hey, that's..." There she was! Sylveon found Serena, but... she was wearing a hat. Calem couldn't recall ever seeing her in a hat; that was his thing. Also...was that a Fennekin? Serena's Fennekin had evolved to a Delphox long ago, just like Shauna's Froakie had become a Greninja and his Chespin a Chesnaught. Maybe this was a newly hatched Fennekin? After all, Shauna had traded her starter's egg to Calem after he defeated the Pokemon League. It wasn't too far of a stretch that Serena's starter also laid an egg. Still...something was off about her. Calem got the idea that Sylveon suspected the same thing. Silently observing, Calem stuck his head out just a bit to see more. 'Oh no!' Serena was facing off against a reforming spear-creature! Could it be the same one that he fought earlier? Forget observing. Time to battle! "Let's go, Sylveon!" He ordered, jumping out from the bush. "Serena!" He called out his rival as Sylveon pranced out from behind him.

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As the spear-warrior was struck down by the Warrior of Light's blade, a voice called out from the darkness of the trees. "Well, well, aren't you just the image of valiant?" Suddenly, a door of swirling shadows appeared in front of a tree and a hooded man walked out, clapping his hands slowly. As the door disappeared, the man took off his hood, revealing grey-streaked black hair tied into a long pony tail, pointed ears, an eyepatch over his right eye, a very noticeable scar, and a strangely golden eye. "You remind me of me, you know?" He said, pointing to the armored man and then to himself. "You like you..." he looked around the forest, his eye dropping to one of the mushrooms, "just don't quite fit in." He glanced back at the Warrior, smiling. "Sucks for you, though. Higher-ups don't really want you here. People like you, they tend to get in the way of bigger things." He pointed to the shards of the spear-warrior that the Warrior had defeated. They were reforming quickly. "See? Time for you to go away."