moving gun collection to md horror stories

Li Zhongnan, a seemingly foolish young man from a rural village, steps onto the world stage from humble beginnings as a scrap collector, after acquiring a "Recycling System".

"I am Yang Jian. By the time you read this, I've already been dead..." A strange parchment, an eye that peeks into the darkness. This is the memoir of a person who survived.

Lorenzo Holmes, who arrived in Old Dunling six years ago, now mingles in this city of steel and steam as a private detective. Here he has encountered a strange case. "So, there's something wrong with Wol's body?" "I pierced through his cervical vertebrae... His carotid artery ruptured, massive internal bleeding ensued, and he quickly died, but the bizarre thing happened then." "He should have died... he definitely died, but his heart was still beating, beating wildly. You could say his brain was dead, but the body was still alive, extracting fresh blood from the bullet holes."

[Horror Game Developer : My games really aren't that scary!] I hate horror. From the skittering sounds of footsteps racing behind me, to the soft yet unnervingly cold whispers curling around my ears... All of it. I hate it. So much so that I start puking whenever I reach a certain threshold. And yet, I am a Horror Game Developer. A crappy one at that. So, given my lack of ability, I decided to quit. And yet... [Congratulations, you've been selected for the Horror Game Developer System!] Nope, I don't want it. Let me quit. ※ Note : Your world might experience some changes. But don't worry! It's part of the game! *** This is a story about a game developer who hates horror, but has no choice but to develop games scary enough to traumatize people. You want to curse me for making you piss your pants? If that's the case, who do I curse? *** An SCP inspired story with its own twist! Discord : https://discord.gg/FK7ZQU3b9p

[Horror-Spieleentwickler: Meine Spiele sind wirklich nicht so gruselig!] Ich hasse Horror. Von den huschenden Geräuschen von Schritten, die hinter mir herjagen, bis zu den leisen, aber beunruhigend kalten Flüstern, die sich um meine Ohren winden... All das. Ich hasse es. So sehr, dass ich anfange zu kotzen, wenn ich eine bestimmte Schwelle erreiche. Und trotzdem bin ich ein Horror-Spieleentwickler. Ein miserabler noch dazu. Also habe ich beschlossen, aufzuhören, angesichts meiner mangelnden Fähigkeiten. Und doch... [Glückwunsch, Sie wurden für das Horror-Spielentwicklungssystem ausgewählt!] Nein, ich will es nicht. Lass mich aufhören. ※ Hinweis: Ihre Welt könnte einige Veränderungen erfahren. Aber keine Sorge! Es ist Teil des Spiels! *** Dies ist eine Geschichte über einen Spieleentwickler, der Horror hasst, aber keine andere Wahl hat, als Spiele zu entwickeln, die gruselig genug sind, um Menschen zu traumatisieren. Sie wollen mich verfluchen, weil ich Sie dazu gebracht habe, sich in die Hose zu machen? Wenn das der Fall ist, wen verfluche ich dann? *** Eine von SCP inspirierte Geschichte mit ihrer eigenen Wendung!

Modesty! Honesty! Compassion! Bravery! Justice! Sacrifice! Honor! Faith! He is a lich, yet he upholds the knightly spirit! He is a lich, yet he remains steadfast in his faith of light! "With a formidable enemy at hand, fearless and unobstructed! Daring and loyal, worthy of the Holy Spirit! Loyal and upright, willing to die unyielding! Protecting the weak, never going against heaven's principles!" Standing at the top of the world, no matter how great the storm, nothing can stop him from following the steps of the Holy Spirit! Not even the Holy Spirit! ... This is a romantic legendary story of a chatty cat and a lich who dedicates his body and soul to the light! Yes, "romantic," not deceiving you! That's just how it is!

【Gunfight + Mystery-solving + Decisive Killing】 I had already been backstabbing the underworld, and now you're telling me I was planted as an undercover cop??? Dean looked at the boss with eyes that would not close in death, scratched his head, and could only take the opportunity to transform into Los Angeles' five-star good citizen—Detective Dean! Ps: There's nothing supernatural, but there is a dark world out of our ordinary reach, filled with assassins, thieves, and all kinds of bizarre cases...

She is the true daughter of a prestigious family in the Federation, who was lost outside and grew up in a garbage heap, and is also a waste with only F-level spiritual power. Her parents' abandonment and favoritism, the exclusion and framing by her green tea fake daughter sister, the cultivation sect in crisis. She can only regain her cultivation and turn the tide by participating in the Federation Planet's 'God Creation Game'! "No way? Someone with only F-level spiritual power can also enter the 'God Creation Game'?" "Maybe just to make up the numbers." "With only 3 attack points, even a gust of wind can kill her, right?" Josh, the sickly waste not favored by everyone, casually summoned a Divine-level Monster in the dimension. Just when everyone thought she was going to kill all sides, she smiled slightly: "Open for fortune-telling, divining the location, weaknesses, and treasures of monsters, looking at dimension feng shui, monster physiognomy, one divination for 3000 points, scan the code to pay, thank you!" Barrage: "What's wrong! 3000 points, what idiot would go there! She's a fraud!" Contestant: "Me me me! I want a reading, I want a reading!" "I was here first!" "Don't cut in line!" Barrage: "......" Are these the star contestants they've fostered with points?

A cat... That is also a warlock... That likes to eat ghosts. --- Mater Evol Heracy was a prideful warlock in his past life. But he successfully escaped his ill-fated to a new world. Unfortunately for him, he has become a cat. Mater found himself in the modern 21st century that filled with horrors in every nook and cranny of this haunted city. Coincidentally, ghosts are exactly what he needs to grow his power. "I shall feasts upon all the horrors and become the one and only Darklord. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" -- https://discord.gg/QMDetEzXaj

"Ne l'appelle pas une salope, connard," siffla Sierra. "Qu'est-ce que ça peut te faire ?" demanda le type crasseux. "Je ne sais pas, Stimpy, peut-être parce que tu harcèles ma femme et qu'elle vient juste d'arriver." "Oh, merde, Orion. Désolé, mec. Je ne savais pas qu'elle était avec toi." Orion : En tant qu'héritier présomptif de l'écusson de Président du MC Primal Howlers, une rencontre fortuite avec une belle femme m'entraîne dans une guerre inattendue qui pourrait faire tomber tout le club. Mais quand elle me fuit, je la poursuivrai jusqu'au bout de la terre pour la retrouver et la ramener. Qu'elle le veuille ou non. Raquel : J'ai déménagé à Monument, Colorado pour écrire ma thèse et prendre un peu de distance avec ma famille envahissante. Ce que je n'avais pas prévu, c'était de me retrouver accrochée à un motard qui semble n'avoir rien à perdre. Moi, en revanche, j'ai tout à perdre et je crains qu'Orion ne soit ma perte.