best camp counselor stories

Have you often come across a game where you start with a bonfire, surrounded by ice and snow, with resources all manually transported, and monsters attacking at any time... Xia Hong wakes up to find himself in such a world. The ice and snow rage on, beasts rule the land, civilization is lost, and all people and things that once existed have been invaded into powerful and bizarre entities, leaving humans as a humble race surviving in the shadow of winter, on the brink of extinction. Fortunately, Xia Hong possesses a camp system that can upgrade infinitely. [Small Bonfire]—[Iron Furnace]—[Solar Cauldron]... [Wooden Post]—[Training Ground]—[Martial Arts Hall]... [Bamboo Fence]—[Black Soil Wall]—[Iron Wall]... [Monument Stone]—[Notice Board]—[Hero's Monument]... ... As Xia Hong slays the beasts and exterminates the bizarre entities, gradually gathering humans, dispelling the winter, and opening up territory, the mysterious veil of this world is slowly unveiled in its entirety.

Avez-vous souvent rencontré un jeu où vous commencez avec un feu de camp, entouré de glace et de neige, avec des ressources toutes transportées manuellement, et des monstres attaquant à tout moment... Xia Hong se réveille et se retrouve dans un tel monde. La glace et la neige font rage, les bêtes règnent sur la terre, la civilisation est perdue, et tous les gens et les choses qui existaient autrefois ont été envahis et transformés en entités puissantes et bizarres, laissant les humains comme une race humble survivant à l'ombre de l'hiver, au bord de l'extinction. Heureusement, Xia Hong possède un système de camp qui peut s'améliorer infiniment. [Petit Feu de Camp]—[Fourneau de Fer]—[Chaudron Solaire]... [Poteau en Bois]—[Terrain d'Entraînement]—[Salle des Arts Martiaux]... [Clôture de Bambou]—[Mur de Terre Noire]—[Mur de Fer]... [Pierre Monumentale]—[Tableau d'Affichage]—[Monument des Héros]... ... Alors que Xia Hong tue les bêtes et extermine les entités bizarres, rassemblant progressivement les humains, dissipant l'hiver et ouvrant le territoire, le voile mystérieux de ce monde se dévoile lentement dans son intégralité.

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They've spent all their lives trapped with the infected, now a new Era is upon them, and they all think it means the end of their suffering, because after all, what could be worse than a generational curse everyone was born into Right? Well, there is much much worse

Yukio Sazuke fell asleep for the final time on planet Earth. Unbeknownst to him, he would awaken to a most unexpected situation. Upon awakening, he found himself in a field of flowers, completely alone...or so he thought until he turned around... ...a monster...approaching him at full speed... What if the roles were revered, and humans were at the bottom of the food chain? Well, that's how it is in Yukio's new world, inhabited by mutant creatures who feast on people to survive... in order to prosper, humanity banded together and formed the Hero Camp, and now Yukio, given zero information, must figure out his task in this unusual circumstance. Warning: Strong Language, Gore Re：ヒーローキャンプ Original Web Novel Series by Cloki Please give feedback in the comments, and reviews!

I should break that silence which fell between us, that one which only sparked the tension in the room, but I was found gaping at the young man away, watching the delight which rushed to his gaze. In there was a haze of glee. One which mocked me, one that said, 'I know how well I've gotten you, and it would be unwise to turn away now' How those eyes scrutinized my form, Lord! Mouth was found turning dry, the tensity and anticipation coursing through every vein in me, building up so bad, and coming to burst up right in my chest. Those eyes were ravenous on my form, pulling mine so well, and I could tell you, my own eyes faltered, warmth rushing to every part of my being, and in a second, he brought his lips to mine, body freezing under his hold. It was a like a rush of breeze had snapped past me, with my legs found numb, I swallowed hard at the touch of the young man. I was tossed in a state of shock, left completely bewildered at what was happening, but more so, dumbfounded that I gave no resists to his actions. His lips remained light on mine, waiting for me to give entrance for his to settle in, and in a moment, they pushed in, sending every heat to my body. It came to last for as long as a minute was, our lips moving in sync, and only at that instant when his hands reached for my thighs, had I pushed him off at once, coming to realize what was enfolding. The silence that passed, gave enough volume to sound of our breaths and pants. While the young man away remained watching me, I avoided that scrutiny of his, hands adjusting my clothing. "Leave, Logan" My breath was low, voice heavy. No utterance was emitted from him. Those eyes only contracted on my form, watching as I brought my gaze to his. "Leave" I called yet again. "And let it be known that this will be our last counseling session" I dropped those words, right before moving away from him, meanwhile, I just could feel that scrutiny lingering on me.

Drunk and desperate, she caught the attention of a powerful man. She needed his help; he desired her youth and beauty. But as time passed, she discovered his heart belonged to someone else. When his "white moonlight"（The One Who Got Away） returned, his visits grew scarce. Night after night, Emma Smith waited in their empty home, until finally, a check arrived with a cold farewell. Expecting tears, he was stunned when she took the money without a word: "Mr. Johnson, let's never meet again." Years later, she appeared with another man by her side. His eyes burned with regret: "Emma, I loved you first." She smiled faintly: "But you left first, Mr. Johnson. If you want a date, you'll have to wait in line." The next day, a billion-dollar deposit and a diamond ring arrived at her doorstep. Kneeling before her, he pleaded: "Miss Smith, may I cut the queue?"

Maalick Gamble est le meilleur soldat sortant du processus de sélection du SAS, l'unité de force spéciale britannique. Son physique travaillée au fil des années liées à son génie tactique, lui auraient valut sûrement valu bon nombres de médailles et les remerciements de l'armée, s'il n'était pas obsédé par Happy Face. Tueur de masse considéré comme terroriste par les autorités du monde, il sévit depuis 20ans maintenant en commettant des explosions, prises d'otages, meurtres et d'autres crimes horrible qu'ils considèrent comme "art". Dont celui de sa figure maternelle, Margaret Gamble. Depuis le jour de sa mort, il n'a cessé de s'entraîner physiquement et mentalement pour atteindre son objectif. Lui mettre une balle dans la tête. Malheureusement le destin en à décidé autrement. Alors qu'il était dans son appartement, Maalick fut transportée en un clin d'œil dans une pièce entourée de personne qu'il n'avait jamais vu. Mais la chose la plus étrange à ce moment précis était la présence de cet homme qui se faisait appeler, le Designer. Il leur expliqua que les personnes ici présente, qu'il appelle candidat, seront transportés dans un monde fantaisiste appelé Lockarte avec des pouvoirs conférés par leur Entité ainsi que par le "système", car ils s'ennuient. Voyagez dans ce monde sombre avec Maalick, dans Armada. [ Information de l'Othaur : ] [ Uptate de 1 chapitre tous les jours à 18h00 sauf les week-end ]

Maalick Gamble is the best soldier to come out of the selection process of the SAS, the British special forces unit. His physique, honed over the years, combined with his tactical genius, would have earned him many medals and the thanks of the army, if he wasn't obsessed with Happy Face. A mass murderer considered a terrorist by the world's authorities, he has been on the rampage for 20 years now committing explosions, hostage taking, murders and other horrific crimes that they consider "art". Including that of his mother figure, Margaret Gamble. Since the day she died, he has been training physically and mentally to achieve his goal. To put a bullet in her head. Unfortunately, fate decided otherwise. While he was in his apartment, Maalick was transported in the blink of an eye to a room surrounded by people he had never seen. But the strangest thing at that moment was the presence of this man who called himself the Designer. He explained to them that the people here, whom he called a candidate, would be transported to a fantasy world called Lockarte with powers conferred by their Entity as well as by the "system", because they were bored. Travel to this dark world with Maalick, in Armada. [ Othaur information : ] [ Uptate of 1 chapter every day at 6:00 pm except weekends ]

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.