Chapter 13
Anthony & Rose
Sunlight Town
Location: Bass Pro Shop
9:58 PM
June 26th, 2025

"I don't even know how you talked me into this" Anthony says, standing in front of Bass pro shop with Rose. "You also knocked out Trevor!" Anthony says. "Rose quickly covers Anthony's mouth. "Dude, stay quiet. We don't wanna attract the Night Lurkers." Rose says. Anthony nods and starts walking to the shop. They both look around for the camping isle. T-shirts scattered across the floor and equipment was thrashed. "There it is!" Anthony says. "SHHH!" Said Rose. "Oh, right." Anthony whispers. Then an eerie Creak comes from the entrance of the shop."What was that?" Anthony whispers. "Probably Trevor finally woke up." Rose replies. Then Big Loud Thumps comes closer, it gets louder, and louder. Then we both spot these shadowy figures. They run fast like a demon. Then they make a sound, Screech!  "I knew we should have listened to Trevor." Anthony says. They duck behind some clothes, and Anthony grabs the sleeping bag and drags it next to them. Anthony covers his ears, as a Thud  sound comes from somewhere near them. Anthony turns to Rose and takes his face mask off. "We gotta get back to base okay?" Anthony says. Rose looks up behind him with widened eyes. "What's wrong?!" Anthony says. "A- Antho- ANTHONY!" She yells, as the sound of drool splats onto the floor. Anthony slowly turned around. The Night Lurker stands behind Anthony, with: Darkened skin, pitch black! Glowing yellow eyes. Opened ribs, bone blades. Crazy sharp teeth and claws.
 Lower jaw opens into two, that isn't normal, right? Anthony widens his eyes. " RUN!" Rose and Anthony run for their life until they hear the stomping stop. Anthony & Rose look behind to see a bat stabbed through a Night Lurkers chest. "I told you guys to not go-" Trevor says. Trevor then gets punched by a Night Lurker, "GAH!" Said Trevor after tumbling into a pile of camping supplies. The Night Lurker holds up Trevor by the neck, the Night Lurker slashes Trevors left hand clean off. "AHHHHH!" Trevor yells holding his wound. Blood starts to come out. "Trevor! Pass the bat!" Anthony yells jumping into the air. Trevor picks up the bat and throws it to Anthony.  Anthony grabs the bat in mid air, and hits the Night lurker so hard its neck broke, and the head faces the other way. The zombie falls to the ground. "Goodbye Night lurker. You won't be missed." Anthony says helping Trevor up. "This is why I told you guys not to go- AHH!" Trevor yells. "Take it easy Trevor." Rose says. Anthony looks around for meds. "In the meantime, let's treat Trevors wound." Anthony says. "Yeah, no kidding sherlock." Trevor said. We look around until Rose spots something. "I found meds!" She says.  Rose passes the white badges to Anthony, Anthony looks around. "We need to get back to the comic book store to get water, so I can clean the wound," He says. Anthony wraps Trevors wound with white bandages, and Rose lifts him up. "Let's go," Anthony says. "Okay let's get moving fast, we don't have to deal with more Night Lurkers." Rose says. The Trio walk back to the comic book store. 

25 Minutes later….

Rose sets Trevor on a chair in the underground base. Anthony washes his hands with water, to avoid infecting Trevor's wound. Anthony grabs a bottle of water and rinses Trevors wound, cleaning it off. Anthony takes out some antibiotics that they had found in the med kit Rose had found. Anthony applies the antibiotics on Trevors wound. Anthony then recovers Trevors wound with a white bandage. Anthony looks for signs of infection, and it was all good. Anthony rubs his hands together. "All good and fixed." Anthony says, sitting on the ground. Trevor breaths and sits back. "So what are we gonna do to replace my hand?" Trevor says. "I have an idea, if I can find enough scrap parts, I can make you a robotic one to replace your old one" Anthony says. "Alright, well, we better get some rest" Trevor says.

When a full blown zombie apocalypse breaks out, Friends Anthony and Trevor have to fight monsters and zombies of all shapes and sizes. will they survive the apocalypse? or will they die trying?

　　"How is it?" Chu Yu asked.
　　"Third!" Su Lu said.
　　She wanted to pretend to be calm, after all, she was the oldest person present, and she wanted to be calm and calm.
　　But the tremolo in her tone betrayed her. Anyway, before meeting Chu Yu, although she had brought a few serialized works on the comics, most of those works were cut down because of their low popularity. Rogue This is the first time that Jianxin Remembrance, and there are works under her hand that have reached the top ten.
　　It's better now, and it's actually in the top three.
　　For a while, she forgot the anger that Chu Yu had given her the scale before, and now she is restless.
　　But the person who shocked the most was undoubtedly Zhao Qinyin.
　　After all, Su Lu was just an editor, he didn't use his own hand to draw the characters and backgrounds, he didn't use his own hand to draw the manga manuscript paper comics, paste dots, blackout....
　　It is true that the creator of this comic is Chu Yu, but at this moment, as an assistant, she is also emotionally unspeakable, and she is inexplicably moved.
　　Su Lu handed the phone to the two of them.
　　As in the previous issue, the first and second places are Demon Realm and Hidden Girl, and the number of votes for the two works has basically not changed much.
　　Only the third place has changed from Tianshu to the name of Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance, and the number of voters has also made a leap again.
　　For the first time, it exceeded 30,000 votes. To be precise, it was 31,512 votes.
　　There is only a gap of more than 3,000 votes from the second-place hidden girl, which is more than 1,000 votes higher than the fourth-placed Tianshu.
　　"It's not easy!" Chu Yu let out a long sigh.
　　"The fifth issue of the serialization, finally the third one!"
　　Zhao Qinyin and Su Lu nodded subconsciously.
　　But immediately, they all reacted.
　　What is not easy!
　　You are a rookie cartoonist, what do you want to do if your five-character serialization reaches the top three in the comics?
　　But seeing the calm on Chu Yu's face, they also thought of what Chu Yu had said.
　　the first....
　　Man shadow first...
　　When that goal is not reached, such a phased victory will not give him too much mood swings.
　　First!
　　Su Lu recalled what Chu Yu said to the two of them right here a month ago.
　　It surprised me that....
　　It was only a month, and he was qualified to covet that position.
　　...
　　In Cuttlefish Comics, although it was already night, the editor-in-chief Pang Feng still did not get off work.
　　He was logging into Manying's voting page through his computer, and was watching the voting data with the authority of the back-end personnel.
　　"Awesome!" Pang Feng fixed his eyes on the name of the third Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance.
　　Whether it's the Demon Realm or the Hidden Girl, Pang Feng has been exposed to several works of this level during his ten-year manga editing career.
　　But only the work of Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance, its serialization trend almost shocked the attention of all insiders.
　　In the absence of publicity, there is no traffic for the newcomers of the author.
　　It took five weeks to get to this point.
　　Pang Feng understands that the extraordinary popularity trend of this work shows that compared to this work, other works on the comic film are too mediocre.
　　It's a pity that this work has been serialized on the comics.
　　But even such a work has been treated unfairly in the comics.
　　In this regard, Pang Feng is also powerless.
　　Although he is the editor-in-chief, he is actually a senior part-time job in this comics club.
　　Since the boss of this comics club accepted the capital injection from the magic city a few years ago, the position of deputy editor of this comics company has always been sent by the magic city.
　　Pang Feng understood that those people came here to mix up their qualifications, and eventually they would go back to the magic capital.
　　After all, just like the Magic City Seven will not easily serialize the works of rookie cartoonists, they will not easily use rookie comic editors.
　　So medium-sized comic companies like Cuttlefish have become a place for those people to brush their resumes. After a year or two, through the relationship in their hands, they picked up a few works under their own banners. After returning to the magic city, their resumes became senior comics edit.
　　But in fact? Is their relationship useful in Los Angeles? Back to the magic city? It doesn't matter who has it, power, in the end, it doesn't depend on strength to speak.
　　Anyway, these airborne people went back, and Pang Feng had never heard of any good works they unearthed.
　　But when they left, they gradually ruined the cuttlefish culture. In the past few years, many editors in the comics agency could not stand these related households and have left the cuttlefish one after another.
　　Li Xi, Sun Mo, Xie Yutong...These Pang Feng's subordinates have all gone, but it is these people, some of whom have left Cuttlefish and have better development.
　　Even Su Lu, if it hadn't been for Shui Xin, the work of Rurouni Jianxin Remembrance, Pang Feng felt that she should have left the cuttlefish at this time.
　　As for Pang Feng, if it weren't for the three children in the family who were studying, they would all want to leave the cuttlefish. This editor-in-chief was really uncomfortable.
　　After pondering for a long time, Pang Feng took out his cell phone and broadcasted a number.
　　"Hey, it's Director Liu of the Operations Department! I am Pang Feng from the Editorial Department... That is, you should know the results of today's voting! I want to say if you can use some publicity resources from next week Investing in the work of Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance, such as subway stations, buses, some character posters in bookstores, and comic magazine covers, you can also show the characters of this work... ...."
　　"What did the deputy editor-in-chief say...I am the editor-in-chief, you will listen to me, nothing will happen..."
　　Pang Feng hung up the phone and sighed.
　　That's what helped, although it's trivial...
　　...
　　New manga, recommended section of comics.
　　The first post on the homepage is still the post about Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance.
　　This is extremely rare on Xinman.com, which also shows the popularity of this work on this website.
　　Two million views, and close to one hundred thousand comments.
　　All of this also indicates that the life of this post is not expected to be long.
　　Although Xinman.com is the largest two-dimensional crowd gathering website in China, and it is also a regular website, it cannot change the so-called comic recommendations in its comic recommendation section. The essence is the piracy behavior of mobile phone camera comics posted online. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
　　If a post is not very popular, then the stolen comic club is not interested in pursuing it. After all, it takes a lot of effort and time.
　　But if the recommended posts of a certain work are very popular, such as works like Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance... then basically as long as the manga agency reports it, it will definitely be blocked. (If you don't know the logic, you can refer to Baidu Tieba Pirate Novels. It was also sealed and sealed at the beginning, and it was basically controlled. But Baidu is also a very formal website!
　　At night, a lot of fans from other provinces squeezed into this post and kept refreshing the post, wanting to see if the poster had updated the latest Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance.
　　Finally, at a certain moment, the poster updated the fifth chapter of Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance.
　　It's still a familiar garbage phone pixel, but after a few weeks, everyone is too lazy to complain.
　　A group of people who were waiting for the update refreshed this post almost during that time, and the post got stuck for a while.
　　The plot of the fifth episode happened to say that Shinsengumi would attack the organization where Jianxin was located, and it happened to be stuck when Jianxin was taking Xuedaiba's hand and preparing to leave.
　　The battle is on the verge of breaking out, where will the two of them go next.
　　It is a familiar out of chapter again.
　　After reading it, the fans abused the author's out-of-character dog under the post.
　　Scolded scolded, but they also understand.
　　The one-week expectation ended in this way, and it was another week to wait.
　　The next replies started the plot discussion again.
　　But at this time, one person's reply attracted many people to discuss!
　　"According to the urination of Xinman.com in the past, judging by the popularity of this post, it will be blocked soon! What do you plan to do then? Give up this work? Or seek other ways."

another work published by me {My Cartoonist Guide}

　Chu Yu, a senior two-dimensional fan, a dead house in the eyes of others, and a cheating comic book author in the eyes of readers!
On that day, he obtained the system that carries many excellent comic works on the parallel world earth... and
began his life as a comic artist who considered himself a legend, but was actually a silly comic artist!
Reader A, "Teacher, please, please finish drawing the full-time hunter first and then open a new hole? It's been three years, and three years later, three years have been opened for ten years. You want me Will my son burn me the full-time hunter's final chapter?"
Reader B, "Old thief Chuyu, you know what a fart cl. If you don't resurrect Furukawa, I will send you the blade tomorrow!"
Reader C, "Hehe, Xiangbei is down !" It's over in the top eight in the country? Chu Yu Lao Kengbi, do you want to pass by saying "the dream of youth is imperfect"? I swear, I will die for your works in the future, outside of death, from my house If I jump down, I won’t look at it again!"


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Timothy and his three friends met at Gregg's house on 84th N Wallace Street. Gregg lives in a greenish-blue house. His neighborhood was not quite as dangerous as other blocks in his area were. When they arrived, Timothy ranged the doorbell. Then Gregg opened the door quickly entering his friends inside.
      "Glad y'all made it, " Gregg said greeting them inside.  
      Gregg directed them towards his room. His bed was a king-sized, and his covers had Michael Jordan and Bugs Bunny's image design on it. His room was very spacey and extraordinary. In the center of his bed, he had a big drawing poster board of comic panels taped on his wall. On the left side of his closet door, was a bookshelf stacked up with speds of Nancy Drew Mystery books and Stephen King books.  On the left side of his room was a Toshiba TV set. On the top of his television was a black Sony VCR. His TV was standing on top of a glass TV unit where it had sets of VHS movie tapes. Beneath the TV unit was his  Comedy movie section and Horror genre section. 
      "What's that poster drawing you drew, Voo-doo-In Tha, what?" Mike asked.
      "It's a Nancy Drew mystery I drew called "Nancy Drew: Voodoo In The Hood comic drawing I did…" Gregg said.
       "Voodoo? You into Voodoo nigga?" Mike asked.
      "Yeah man, I know a lot about Voodoo, I spent a whole month studying about voodoo in a witchcraft book I bought at the book store…" 
     "You practice Voodoo for real?" Timothy asked.
     "Naw, it's for my comic book, man, I'm thinking about selling my comic book arts though, I can be making a whole lot of bread, " Gregg said.
      "I'm glad you don't practice Voodoo, and you can actually make a living selling your comic books, how? I don't know, maybe you can sell it to some of the kids at school who reads comic books, " Timothy informed.
       "That's a good thought, Timothy, " Gregg said.
     "You actually read Nancy Drew books too? Now what nigga reads about about a white woman?" Mike asked, standing near the book shelf holding one of Gregg's Nancy Drew books. All of them started laughing except for Gregg.
    "The kinda nigga who's smart and get ideas from books and add them to his art, " Gregg said.
    "Man, you gotta point, but I don't read these kinda books, I like more historical books from the 18th centuries, " Mike said.
    "Books from the 1800s? Those books boring as hell, they put me to sleep" Gregg said.
    "I like em, you can learn so much interesting stuff that happened back then. But judging by this cover of this blonde woman,  Nancy, she does look kinda fly though, I'll smash her good, " Mike said talking s*xually.
     "Man, if Nancy Drew was real, she wouldn't want you man, she would want a real man like me, who is fascinated with mysterious," Gregg said, and the others laughed.
     "Nancy Drew not real?" Mike asked while the others laugh at him.
      "Haha, man naw, she is a fiction character, " Gregg said trembling his head.
       "Aw man, all this time I thought this woman was real, I could have sworn I saw this woman on the news channel somewhere, " Mike said putting the book back on the shelf while the others still laughing hard at him.
      "Haha, on the news? Everybody knows that Nancy Drew is not real, you tweaking man, " Timothy said shaking his head.
    "Yeah, he is. Now let's start making these flyers, " Gregg said.
    They all strolled towards Gregg's computer desk, which was big and was made out of wood. The desk was placed in a corner by his window. The computer was a white Dell computer.
    "Aw my bad y'all, let me go get some chairs for y'all, " Gregg said getting up from his seat.
      2 minutes later, Gregg comes back into the room with four chairs. "Here y'all go, let's get this over with, " Gregg said walking towards his desk sitting in his chair.
     "Now how do we actually come up with flyers?" Gregg asked.
    "Don't worry y'all, I know how to create it, " Anthony said stepping in.
   "Yeah you the one came up with this plan, you know what, you can sit here then, " Gregg said leaping up from his seat.
     "Okay.  Well first we need a short content, " Anthony said.
    "What do you mean?" Gregg asked.
    "Like a real short leading content
explaining what we using the thugs for, " Anthony informed.
    "Uh, maybe…" Gregg getting cut off.
    "I know what it can be, I was thinking it can say, We Need A Thug To Act For a 1,000 Award. If The Thug Do This Act Right, You Could Win More Mone," Mike suggested.
     "Hmm, that's not a bad content Mike, " Gregg said.
     "Okay, let's use it then, " Anthony said typing the letters on a Microsoft Office XP document.
"Okay, now I have to divide them into sections to spread it out so we can print a lot of copies out."
           "Cool, " Gregg said.
          "We need a catchy headline phrase, " Anthony said.
         "So we need a title?" Gregg asked.
        "Yeah but it has to be catchy, so it can stand out for thugs to read it when they approach it on the street. We are hanging these flyers up right?" Anthony asked.
       "Yeah I rather hang up the flyers than just giving it to em, if we give it to em they ain't go take no teenagers serious, " Gregg said.
      "Yeah, y'all got any ideas for a headline phrase? What about you Jeremiah?" Anthony asked.
     "Uhm, maybe, since we attracting thugs, it should be something called How To Make More Money As A Hustling Thug slash call this number blah blah blah, " Jeremiah.
       "Haha, that ain't a bad phrase man, " Anthony said.
      "Hell naw it ain't, that's a cool phrase man. Jeremiah, you my boy and all, but you too quiet man, you need to talk more, you got some cool **s ideas, " Gregg said.
      "Let us use that phrase than, " Anthony said typing. "Don't forget about the location, " Anthony informed.
      "You can just put, You Can Reach Us At This Address Located On 78th N Cottage Grove Street, " Gregg said.
        "Okay, "Anthony said typing. "What phone number we will use?" 
        "Do we actually need a phone number?" Timothy asked.
         "I think we do cause it would be creepy if they just pop up at our location,  wouldn't it?" Gregg asked.
         "He gotta point, " Timothy agreed.
         "What number we using?" Anthony asked.
         "We can use Jeremiah's mama's phone number, " Mike said being sarcastic.
        "What?" Jeremiah said, with a weird look on his face.
      "Haha, it's something wrong with you man, " Anthony said shaking his head.
     "Put my number down, 773-468-4590," Gregg said.
     "Okay, the flyers are officially complet...Aw wait, I forget we need an image design to attract them, we need something serious that is about business," Anthony suggested.
     "We can use a photo of 2pac in the movie Juice, " Gregg said.
     Everyone laughed. "Hahaa, naw man, we need something more realistic, not in no movie, like a picture of a businessman wearing a briefcase, " Anthony suggested.
      "I think that would work since you said business-wise, " Gregg said.
       "What about multiple pictures of different professions?" Jeremiah asked.
       "What do you mean?" Anthony asked.
       "Like you can have the same black man picture having a suit and tie on holding a briefcase, with three other panels of pictures of the same man either posing as an actor, a chef, police, whatever, that's just a thought, " Jeremiah suggested.
        "I like that thought, imma use it, " Anthony said typing the information.
       "Cool, " Gregg said.
       "Hey man Gregg, about that brick building you showed us yesterday. That place needs some decorating cause that place looks terrible, and it smells terrible, " Anthony informed.
       "How we go decorate an old building?" Gregg asked.
      "I think I have somebody in mind, but we need a break, I'll tell y'all about it later, who's hungry?" Anthony asked.
      "I am, " Timothy said rubbing his stomach. 
      "Me too, " Gregg said.
     "Who has taste for some J&J Fish?" Anthony asked.
       "Fish? I know I do," Gregg said.
     All of them agreed and stood up from their seats, and walked out of Gregg's room.

Item #: SCP-095
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-095 is to be placed in a standard polyethylene sleeve when not under scheduled research and stored in a standard locked filing cabinet to prevent damage or wear. High-resolution digital scans are available for any Level 1 and above personnel who wish to view SCP-095.
Description: SCP-095 appears to be a set of three moderately aged black and white comic books printed in 1932. The front and rear covers are missing and several pages have been rendered illegible due to water damage. It was found by Agent ███████ in a small antique shop in Denver, Colorado, and purchased for a small fee without incident. The owner of the shop had apparently not read the item past the publisher's date on the first page.
Forensic inspections of SCP-095 have revealed it to be genuine, though completely unremarkable save for its content. It is printed on cheap pulp paper and inked with dyes common to other publications of its era. The publisher's stamp indicates it was produced by 'Future Funnies', a company operating out of the town of Purple Lake, Ohio. All research and inquiries thus far have shown both the company and the town to be completely nonexistent.
The comic itself is a pulp science fiction story entitled 'The Atomic Adventures of Ronnie Ray-Gun', featuring a lead character bearing an unmistakable resemblance to Former United States President Ronald Reagan. Each story opens with a large panel reading "In the Far-Fetched Future World of the 1980s, only Ronnie Ray-Gun can save the day." It appears to follow an episodic format with one self-contained story per publication. The three stories are briefly described below.

Ronnie vs. Space Admiral Carter

This story pits Planetary Governor Ronnie Ray-Gun and his sidekick Space Major Herbert against the titular Space Admiral Carter as they both vie for the position of Space Marshall. The events loosely follow the events of the 1980 Presidential Election.

Space Assassin!

This story follows a character named Spaceman Hinckley as he prepares to assassinate Space Marshall Ray-Gun. He manages to catch Ray-Gun by surprise and wound him with his "Devastator Ray" before being subdued by Ray-Gun's soldiers. The events obviously refer to the 1981 assassination attempt by John Hinckley, Jr.

Jungle Planet!

This story follows Ray-Gun's attempts to create an army of robots on the jungle-covered planet of Nica in order to protect it from the evil Sand Bandits. Although Ray-Gun is told that he will lose his command if he interferes with events on planet Nica, he sends his lieutenant, Space Colonel West, to secretly build a force under the cover of the jungle. When their plan is discovered, Space Colonel West publicly takes the blame and saves his superior. The storyline appears to be a simplified retelling of the Iran-Contra controversies of 1986.
Possibly most interesting is the final page of each book, which advertises other stories published by Future Funnies. Investigation is under way to locate any surviving copies at once. The advertised stories are listed below.

Space Major Herbert Assumes Command!

Starman Willy vs. The Space Succubus

Globe Walker in Sneak Attack!

Barry Betelgeuse on Planet Afgar

Diamond Donnie in Puttin' on the Ritz!

Sky Marm Sarah of The Ice World

Flying Franken vs. Rocket Rush

Star Command Proton in A Losing Battle!

The New Menace – Death to Mankind!

Personal Log of: Dr. █████████
Date: 10-06-2004
I don't think I need to emphasize how important it is to recover any and all of the advertised stories immediately, the final two in particular.

Mankind in its present state has been around for a quarter of a million years, yet only the last 4,000 have been of any significance.
So, what did we do for nearly 250,000 years? We huddled in caves and around small fires, fearful of the things that we didn't understand. It was more than explaining why the sun came up, it was the mystery of enormous birds with heads of men and rocks that came to life. So we called them 'gods' and 'demons', begged them to spare us, and prayed for salvation.
In time, their numbers dwindled and ours rose. The world began to make more sense when there were fewer things to fear, yet the unexplained can never truly go away, as if the universe demands the absurd and impossible.
Mankind must not go back to hiding in fear. No one else will protect us, and we must stand up for ourselves.
While the rest of mankind dwells in the light, we must stand in the darkness to fight it, contain it, and shield it from the eyes of the public, so that others may live in a sane and normal world.

We secure. We contain. We protect.
— The Administrator

Item #: SCP-095
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-095 is to be placed in a standard polyethylene sleeve when not under scheduled research and stored in a standard locked filing cabinet to prevent damage or wear. High-resolution digital scans are available for any Level 1 and above personnel who wish to view SCP-095.
Description: SCP-095 appears to be a set of three moderately aged black and white comic books printed in 1932. The front and rear covers are missing and several pages have been rendered illegible due to water damage. It was found by Agent ███████ in a small antique shop in Denver, Colorado, and purchased for a small fee without incident. The owner of the shop had apparently not read the item past the publisher's date on the first page.
Forensic inspections of SCP-095 have revealed it to be genuine, though completely unremarkable save for its content. It is printed on cheap pulp paper and inked with dyes common to other publications of its era. The publisher's stamp indicates it was produced by 'Future Funnies', a company operating out of the town of Purple Lake, Ohio. All research and inquiries thus far have shown both the company and the town to be completely nonexistent.
The comic itself is a pulp science fiction story entitled 'The Atomic Adventures of Ronnie Ray-Gun', featuring a lead character bearing an unmistakable resemblance to Former United States President Ronald Reagan. Each story opens with a large panel reading "In the Far-Fetched Future World of the 1980s, only Ronnie Ray-Gun can save the day." It appears to follow an episodic format with one self-contained story per publication. The three stories are briefly described below.
Ronnie vs. Space Admiral Carter
This story pits Planetary Governor Ronnie Ray-Gun and his sidekick Space Major Herbert against the titular Space Admiral Carter as they both vie for the position of Space Marshall. The events loosely follow the events of the 1980 Presidential Election.
Space Assassin!
This story follows a character named Spaceman Hinckley as he prepares to assassinate Space Marshall Ray-Gun. He manages to catch Ray-Gun by surprise and wound him with his "Devastator Ray" before being subdued by Ray-Gun's soldiers. The events obviously refer to the 1981 assassination attempt by John Hinckley, Jr.
Jungle Planet!
This story follows Ray-Gun's attempts to create an army of robots on the jungle-covered planet of Nica in order to protect it from the evil Sand Bandits. Although Ray-Gun is told that he will lose his command if he interferes with events on planet Nica, he sends his lieutenant, Space Colonel West, to secretly build a force under the cover of the jungle. When their plan is discovered, Space Colonel West publicly takes the blame and saves his superior. The storyline appears to be a simplified retelling of the Iran-Contra controversies of 1986.
Possibly most interesting is the final page of each book, which advertises other stories published by Future Funnies. Investigation is under way to locate any surviving copies at once. The advertised stories are listed below.
Space Major Herbert Assumes Command!
Starman Willy vs. The Space Succubus
Globe Walker in Sneak Attack!
Barry Betelgeuse on Planet Afgar
Diamond Donnie in Puttin' on the Ritz!
Sky Marm Sarah of The Ice World
Flying Franken vs. Rocket Rush
Star Command Proton in A Losing Battle!
The New Menace – Death to Mankind!
Personal Log of: Dr. █████████
Date: 10-06-2004
I don't think I need to emphasize how important it is to recover any and all of the advertised stories immediately, the final two in particular.

This is our list of logs that the SCP foundation has been keep secret, and they are now free to the public. But beware of what you are going to read about because it will cause you to lose all hope and satisfaction you had. After all, the SCP's main role is to contain, protect, secure and if anyone tries to stop them they will feel the wrath if the foundation and your life will be terminated.

So you have been warned.

P.S: THIS IS NOT OWN BY ME BUT THE SCP WEBSITE AND ALL CREDIT SHOULD GO TO THE FOUNDATION AND THE AUTHOR. ALSO, I WILL BE STARTING A SCP STORY ABOUT A SCP THAT I HAD CREATED, BUT FIRST I NEED TO SPREAD THE SCP UNIVERSE IN THIS WEBSITE AND APP SO PEOPLE KNOW ABOUT THE SCP FOUNDATION AND IT GREAT AUTHOR AND FOLLOWER. PLEASE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT AND VISIT THE WEBSITE. LINK IS BELOW 
{ http://www.scpwiki.com/scp-series }

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If there's something I don't understand in big cities, this is the night. For most people, this scene looks very natural. Modern man is often more active at night than during the day. But for someone from outside this is really a comic nod. Let's start at the beginning, it's night, the clock strikes at three in the morning, but I swear I heard a bird sing. At night, but no stars shine in the dark sky. It is dark, of course, it is night, but the roads are so clear that it could be said that it is daytime if I did not look at the sky. It is late, very late, it is night, but the lights of the houses are still on, some shops still have their windows on and low music plays all over the street. Even though it was past midnight a long time ago, there are still people on the streets coming, cars passing and young people laughing. The last train has passed a long time ago, but taxis run through the streets with loud passengers. It's a cold winter night, but I'm so hot! It is not snowing, but a fine drizzle covers the streets as if it were fog. Even though I've been walking for a few hours and my feet donate, I still haven't reached my destination. I leave for more than two hours, I walk with slow steps as the cold boot hurts my feet, even so, it is still night. The birds continue to follow me, singing as if there was no tomorrow, which is actually today. It's all quiet, it makes the music from the backstreet, the bird, the cars, the drunks, and passersby seem much louder than normal. By a sad coincidence, I walk in such a strange hour on unknown paths in a constant struggle against myself to keep myself in this world. I am probably lost, but not sad. It's a beautiful night, good night.

Bedtime stories, fantasy, fiction, and more ...
Just a warning ... none of them are normal.

Suddenly, a message pooped up, hovering in front of my face.
[New quest]
[Know Your Enemies]
[Get to know your enemies]

[What is this?] - Red head devil
[Is this a Prank?] - The Comic Skeleton
[Hello! Welcome to the chat room. This is a special option for people that have gathered the interest of the Chat room! You are able to buy thing's, complete quest's, and call for the help of people from another world!]
[Interesting] - Azuel Eyed
[What the Hell is this?] - Vector Controller
[It seems some sort of Inter-Dimensional Chat room?] - The Comic Skeleton
[Are you OK?] - Son of the Water God
[Why Wouldn't I Be?] - The Comic Skeleton
[Other world's don't exist, You do know that?] - Son of the Water God
[Uhhh. I'm pretty sure they do...] - The Comic Skeleton
[They Do] - Red head devil
(Rias know's other world's exist because Heaven and The underworld are different worlds in DxD)
[I Can Confirm That] - (Admin) Incarnation of Chaos
[Admin?] - The Uchiha Heir
[Admin?] - Son of the Water god
[?] - (Admin) Incarnation of Chaos
[Did you gather us here?] - The Comic Skeleton
[No, I just got a message, and just joined. I don't know why I'm the admin] - (Admin) Incarnation of Chaos
[Huh] - The Uchiha Heir
[What ever. I don't have time for this] - The Vector Master
[Me too. I'm outa here] - Son of the water God
[The vector master has logged off.]
[The Son of the Water God has logged off]
[Welp. I got thing's to do.] - (Admin) The Incarnation of Chaos
I wave my hand, and the screen goes away. After all, today is my 13th birthday, and today is extremely special.
My dad open's the door.
"You ready?" He asked.
"Ready as I'll ever be"  I say with a sigh.
------
I am now standing in a forest. In a small clearing, a small alter is standing. Made from pure gold, I wonder why we don't sell it.
I walk towards it. I climb up a set of golden stair, arriving as a small table in the center. Placed on the table is a golden glowing cup, with red liquid inside. I look back at my dad, and he smile's sadly.
Today is the day I will take his title. At the age of 13, the Child of the current Satan Preform's a ritual, becoming the next Satan. I dip a finger in the red liquid, and draw 2 lines under my eyes, like warpaint.
I shakily pick up the cup to my lip, before tipping it slowly. It has no taste, and it runs down my throat. The liquid is warm, in a cozy sort of way. I slowly drain it, my anxiety growing with every second. As it runs down, I see flash's of things. I can't make them out, but I see objects, some glowing green or yellow, other's pure black. I see people, idea's, and forgotten ideal's. I gasp for breath, as the cup is now drained, and I drop it to the ground, subconsciously.
----
I am hanging, and I feel dizzy. Chain's wrap around my legs. I am now naked, but covered in glowing runes. My hair is messy and tangled. I look up and see two black figures holding the chain's dangling me.
The first thing I realize is that these people are either crazy, or perverts. I pull my arm's up, but my whole body feels week and tired. I grab the chain's, and shake them. The two figure's stare at me, before letting go.
I hit the ground, and stand up. I am now in a blank space, devoid of color. Around me stand door's. Each on show's something different. One show's a grassy plain, another show's a futuristic city of gold and marble. In front of each door are 0-2 black figure's. Two figure's are different. Both are pure white, and give off a holy energy. I understand that every Satan takes this test, so I am not too worried.
Each door represent's a desired future. A future of a golden utopia, a grassy plain of peace. A apocalyptic ruin, a dead world.
Each Satan chooses a future that represent's them the best. I walk around each one, inspecting it.
One in particular stands out. The door itself is an old wooden door, and inside is simply nothing. A empty space. Most would think that it represents an abyss, the death of the human race. But I think different. I see a unknown future.
A future in witch every person can pick for himself the betterment of himself and those around him. A future that has never been explored yet. The reason this door stands out as well is that no one stands in front of it. No Satan has picked this option.
I walk through the door, and are transported to somewhere else. A blank space, with black figure's wandering around. They see me, and approach me. One swipes with its black arm, missing. I simply run past them, dodging there attack's, till I reach another door.
This new place is a simple house. It is dusty and old, and the floor boards creak beneath me. I am in a simple living room, with a white rug sits in the center and a green couch on top of it. On top of a fireplace sits photo's. They are foggy and i can't see anything in them, aside from myself in some of them. I pick on up.
It a picture of my family, before I died. My mother and father, As well as my sister. A feeling of immense nostalgia and guilt fills me. I don't remember why, but I feel tears streaming down my face. I set the photo down, and pick up another. It depicts me and my knew dad, with the blurry figure of my mother as well. She wears white robe, but hear face is blurred out. I set it down, before walking away.
This place is not real, and is nothing but a test. I need to move on.
I walk to another door opposite of the one I came in, before entering.
I am now sitting on top of a mountain. In front of me sits a book. On it a giant eye sit's, the exact same that i wear an eye path over. My left eye is known as the Eye of Belial, Or the eye of Satan. It is red in color, and the symbol of hundreds of minuscule rings round be seen, and the picture of a clock sits on the center, and along the rings sits hundreds of symbols and runes.
A large version of this eye is depicted on the cover of this book. Under it, the number 3 is in gold writing. I open the book, and a feather quill appears, and the book floats as well. I think of what to wright. The quill begin's to scribble on the page, and I pour my power into it. My thoughts, ideals, and energy are imbued into the words.
I sit there for some time, writing. Then the book closes, and disappears in a flash. A door appear's, and I step inside.
Inside are two men sitting on comfy looking recliner's, and a table sites in the center. The table is filled with snacks. I am now covers with a white robe, that reaches the floor.  A third chair appears, and I am suddenly sitting in it. The two men look at me. On is an older man in his 40's, with cut grey hair, and he wears a black suit with a red tie, and black pants. The the is leaner, sporting tattoo's on his arm, jeans and a white t-shirt.
"Congratulation's. You passed" Said the older one.
"Who are you?" I ask.
"To put it simply, I am god."
"And you are?" I ask the other one.
"I am god as well."
I frown. "That doesn't make any sense."
"Well, I am the old god." The older one said.
"And now you are the new God" Said the Teen one.
I am now confused. "Please explain."
"Basically, This is a test. To determine whether the one who takes it can become Satan or God. I was once God, but was defeated by this guy, and then her died, and now you are god." The older one explains.
"Like you are the Christian god? And how did you die?" I ask.
"To simplify, yes. Basically, a long time ago, there was a god. He died, and I was the next god. I created the Old testament part of the bible. Then this guy and me had this big war, and he came out on top, the new god. Then he died, and we waited for the next god to past the test."
"Wait, how did you die?" I asked the teen God.
"I don't remember" He shrugged.
"What about the old god? Where is he?" I asked.
"We don't know. Probably faded away with time or something. But we are here to congratulate you. You have passed the test. This test, depending of the things you did, would decide whether or not you would become Satan or God, assuming you passed the test. But you are a bit special. Like during the Hall of Impure souls, where those shadow guys live, If you killed them, you would be more likely to become Satan. If you helped them, you would become god. But you just ran past them. So your score instead of Black-And-White, came out grey. So, you are now both God and Satan. Whether that is good or bad, I don't know." The old guy explained.
"Uhhhh.... So what do I do now?" I ask
The teen shrugged. "Your job now is to oversee the plot of other worlds. Basically you go around, and make sure the main character is OK in each world, and that nothing goes terribly wrong."
"Uhhh... Ok" I say blankly.
"Well Our time is coming to a close." The Old guy said while looking at a golden watch on his arm.
"Your first world will be Date a Live, So have fun, and a piece of advice, don't fall in love there. Trust me. Inter- Dimensional Love does not work out." The teen says with a face of regret.
Then, a door open's in front of me. I want to ask more question's, but I am pulled into the door, and it closes behind me.

A woman tragically dies, and is reincarnated in a Crossover world of Gods, Demons, And ancient beings with a chat room. From Hero's to Outer gods, she will strive to survive and thrive. (I know i cringed too at the rhyming.) 


Marvel x Percy Jackson x Mha x High school DXD x Other stuff IDK yet.
I don't own any material and/or franchises used and/or referenced in this Fan-fic. All Material goes to their respective owner's. I don't own the cover art either, if need be I'll take it down.

oh boy where do I begin let's start with the very foundation of what it could be and all
cough cough look I know this is probably just some sketchy book you probably just found maybe you didn't even want to read it you miss clicked it or something but if you stay around to the end maybe you can be inspired creativity and all that magical jazz

let's start with what's my understanding of what any comic writer or journalist is or whatever you want to call it my name we shall refer to as Dot nothing more nothing less just a simple Dot in the line of many many comic users I might just be a random guy but creativity is everywhere everywhere you see on this site there's something pulling the strings of creativity is it ripoffs is it imagination is it spin-offs of something you love.
who knows how many explanations there are to show me questions the reader like you have but creativity is everywhere aspiring to be the top is something everyone wants to do but rarely ever have the patience for it or just simply get washed away you have courage you have artists but what you don't have is the other minds that are reading you always want your book to be what you enjoy something right something that you like or maybe you don't that's just the funny thing about imagination something that isn't real that Sparks life into every story imagination is the path to everything and nothing at the same time it will crush you and then rebuild you all over again within the same loop God I'm losing my mind anyway inspiring artists you see covers enjoy you wish to be something like that do you yes you the reader maybe this is unclear but take a look around there's so many stories and so many ties to many things art comes in many forms and yours can just be around the corner your strength weaknesses your passion and sadness from corners to corners it looms over you until it Sparks to life no one knows why it happens sometimes it's just there sometimes you get it from something else like logic or maybe emotions but in the end it all comes back down to imagination what makes the core of imagination is something that everyone in art understands creativity is just one part emotion is just one part there are many things everyone needs to know about imagination but I don't have time to list it all in just one log

 thinking about this just breaks one's mind so many possibilities so many loops so many fun ways to make your story come to life maybe I should sum creativity into a short story for you here

tales of legend in the old of history and beyond future and imagination here's his tale about the boy who lived in a town everyone was stronger than him picking on the poor boy day day out his mother died twin illness and father working non-stop he run away from home one night just to meet a simple man and the side of a street nothing to lose nothing to gain he walks up to this man and sits down and talks with him the man is old you can tell easily by the scars on his face he looked to be about in his 40s and up because the voice sounds like a lot of screaming but died down something that had experience in something horrid boy has to spend what's your name sir this the man looks at the boy he says sovereign my friend I have problems with seeing my eyes happen striked with up with lightning light so sorry if I cannot see you my poor boy but my name is Lance what's your name as the boy replied Joshua he asked do you have any stories of experience you might wish to tell when suddenly had a spark of life in his eyes and replied in such a happy way that like he was in a dark slumber the entire time grasping for something to give him light he told the boy of legends of old and wars of struggle Lance here was part of an elite fighting force known as the brigade they are test with protecting the king and protecting its people Lance was new to the kingdom simple teenager he was with just a small sword and light iron on he grasped the will of a knight and was the youngest in this elite fighting core but has time went by the youngest of the bunch notice something not just the corruption of the king but the withering of the town before that he told the king what he witnessed but the king was not willing to understand for one day a shadow loomed on the town and the witch came knocking at its door the witch somehow made it to the castle like an elderly woman but with the strange aroma like something is also there as she was let into the kingdom is the guards thought she was a guest for the king she confronted the king about the town but he was still unable to listen or hear her words so she cursed him with short sight the youngest Knight shouted please take my sight instead he might be a fool but he could still fix all of this she took his eyes and healed the king but the king still untrusting removed the youngest from the elite thinking he was useless now is Lance tells this tale the boy asked if it's true Lance replies the world has many responses of mine

October 3rd 2040,A sixteen-year-old girl with long dark brown hair, wearing a black dress looking at a goth is writing in her dining room, when she hears her door open, and hears a voice "Mariah, you believe what happened to me today".

The voice is revealed to be a girl who has smooth black hair, wearing a red shirt, blue jeans, and white shoes holding two grocery bags.

That girl is me, Kanisha Walker, a sixteen-year-old girl.

"What happened?" asked Mariah, distracted in her writing.

I walked up to Mariah, seeing she's working on her comic, Mariah looks up and covers her comic with her hand.

"Mariah, was that your new comic? Man, I spoiled it for myself", I complained, as I put the groceries on the table.

"It's okay, I was going to show you anyway", Mariah tells me, as she's blushing.

I smiled, then started to push a chair aside.

"What's it about?" I asked, sitting beside Mariah.

"Before I tell you that, what was your story you were about to tell me?" Mariah asks me with a smile.

"Oh yeah! So, I was at this antique shop getting this necklace, when I saw this drunk that thought he was in a restaurant and kept asking for a chicken salad. The owner kept telling him, he's in the wrong place, but the man wouldn't listen and took the wooden wand and says, "begone". As an apology, the owner gave me this necklace", I explained.

Mariah and I laughed.

"So, what's the necklace supposed to do?" asked Mariah, looking at it.

"It's supposed to make your dream come true", I said.

"How about we make a wish of entering this world?" wondered Mariah.

Mariah shows her comic.

"Great idea", I nodded.

A bright light takes us away.

We knew it, were being sucked into a different dimension.

The necklace appears on my neck, as I'm holding onto Mariah as we fell into an orange realm that is in-between our world and another.

A second later, we ended up in a bedroom with a closet, carpet, a bunch of picture frames, a queen-size bed, and a wooden door.

I shaked Mariah, who was asleep.

Mariah opens her eyes, and asks me "Kanisha, is that you?"

"Duh! Why would it be?" I answered.

Mariah reached into her pocket, but no mirror, so she pushed me by the closet, which had a big mirror in it.

I saw right in front of me through the mirror is a halo above my head, light black hair instead of my dark hair, a face I didn't recognize, and I'm wearing a white suit.

As I look closer, I noticed I'm not a girl, but a boy, this makes me look at Mariah, who looks shorter, has a black suit, her hair hasn't changed, she has two antennas with arrows at the end, a long tail that looks like the antennas, she resembles what you call a devil from TV.

Not only that, but she has been changed into a boy too.

We both look in the mirror wondering why this is happening.

Mariah points to my necklace.

"Of course, it must be magic. Wait, magic doesn't exist, does it?" I said.

"How else do you explain this?" asked Mariah.

"It's a horrible dream", I said.

Mariah grabbed a glass vase that was holding some flowers, put the flowers on the table, and threw it out the window.

It breaks once it hits the ground, then a voice says "Hey! Who threw that?"

"Nope, this isn't a dream otherwise that would've never broke", Mariah confirmed.

"You do realize that was probably expensive", I said.

"Yep, but I don't care, because we are stuck in a different dimension", said Mariah, with her eyes looking darker than normal.

"Mariah, are you okay?" I asked, seeing a red aura around her.

Mariah looks at me, and says, "I'm fine".

But, I could tell she was lying because fire started spreading everywhere, Mariah looked at.

I hugged Mariah, and says, "We will get out of here, so calm down".

That's when the door opens revealing a woman who has long red hair, wearing a red dress, and red heels with a smile upon her face.

"Who are you?" asked Mariah, still holding onto me.

"Arima Shoma, nice to meet you, Kanisha and Mariah", said the woman.

"How do you know about us?" I asked.

"My dear, I own this lovely place, so I know anybody who enter", Arima answers my question, as she sits on the bed.

"Do you know why we were sent here?" asked Mariah.

"It was because of the necklace upon your neck, Kanisha.  As for you returning, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave", said Arima.

"Why? Why not?" I asked.

"The necklace is cursed, you may get to go where you want, but you can't return to where you were", said Arima. "Plus judging by your appearance is still switches genders".

"So, we're stuck here", said Mariah, as she falls on the carpet.

"How do you know this, do all people land here who make a wish?" I asked, angry.

"My, my, of course not, each person has a different person to guide them in the new world they got sent to. I am one of those people", said Arima. "Because of that you two will be under my supervision, and thus I suggest you not to get yourselves killed or runaway".

"You have extra rooms", I assumed.

"But, of course this is a mansion and a mistress  like me loves Company, so I prepared your rooms", Arima smiled.

Mariah walks out the room, and bumps into a into who has short spiky black hair, wearing a black suit, who catches her.

"Be careful, my little devil", said the man.

Arima and I walk out of the room to see Mariah and the man.

"Let go of him", I said, with a purple aura around me.

"Kanisha, it's not what you think, he just caught me, and he can let me go", said Mariah.

The man let's Mariah go, and lands by me and Arima.

"Clay, what are you doing back so early?" asked Arima.

"I'm bored, since my job was finished early, because of the fire", said Clay.

"Fire?" Mariah and I questioned.

"No was hurt, were they?" asked Arima.

"Who knows who cares", replied Clay. "I have nothing to do".

"Poor Clay, I have an idea", said Arima. "Your room is in the second hallway on the left, let's go Clay, I know what will cheer you up".

Mariah and I walk where Arima pointed to, at two doors with our names on it, we see a boy around our age with brown hair, wearing a brown suit putting flowers in the vase.

Mariah and I noticed this boy looks handsome and has a bright aura around him.

"Okay, you can stop staring, I'm just arranging flowers", said the boy that noticed us.

Mariah and I blushed from embarrassment.

"Sorry, we didn't want to disturb you", I admitted.

The boy bows his head, and says "I'm Chisu, the butler of this mansion, pleased to meet you".

"I'm Kanisha and this is Mariah", I introduced myself.

"It seems the portal still switches gender, by the way while you're here you might want to refrain from revealing your true identities, so keep it a secret", said Chisu.

"Understood", I said, playing along.

"I hope you enjoy your stay here", said Chisu, and walked away.

"I guess, we will be living here", I said, trying to remain calm.

"Why? Why are you so calm? We're stuck in a dimension where  we know nobody and can't return and worst of all we have to hide ourselves why?" wondered Mariah, as she started to cry.

"I'm calm because if I freaked out, you would never be calm", I replied.

"I don't need you to do that, I just need you to be with me and be honest", said Mariah, hugging me, while crying.

"Alright", I said.

Mariah opens my door, and sits on my bed.

"You don't want to go into your own room?" I asked.

"No, besides it feels weird being alone here, plus I can't get over this new body", Mariah spoke honestly.

"Yeah, I mean we have read manga like this, and watch anime, but I never imagined it would ever happen", I said.

"So, true", said Mariah.

We hear a knock on the door, and a voice says "Would you like some chocolate croissants with a drink?"

We look at each other for a moment and nod.

"Sure, bring it in", said Mariah.

A man who has long spiky brown hair, wearing a black shirt, blue Jeans, a white hat, apron, pulls a cart in with a tray on the top with a bunch of chocolate croissants and two cups.

The man smiles, walks over to us, and kisses my hand, then he says "Nice to meet you, I'm Toro, this mansion's personal chef".

"Pleasure", I ssid.

Toro does the same for Mariah and she has the same response as me.

Toro's watch beeps, so he leaves the tray on the bed, pushes the cart out, and says "Hope you enjoy your stay here and the food".

"Thank you", I said, waving goodbye.

Mariah starts drinking.

"What kind of drink is this?" I asked, then started drinking too.

A mysterious figure walks by the room, hearing us and stops by the door.

"It's sweet", said Mariah.

"Yeah, but off", I said.

"Kind of, but not really", said Mariah.

What we didn't realize was it was wine.

The mysterious figure smiles.

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