Juliet knew herself more than anyone, she was selfish, greedy, cunning and ruthless. Built on a foundation of anxiety and self image issues, her life had suddenly began to stabilise again, she had a happy family, a perfect friendship and even managed to bury her mental health problems. Unfortunately, because of how calm her life has been she decided to becoming the girl of her ex crush in other to gain satisfaction of claiming the superior goods.

"EHHHHHHH!?!?" Satire shouted out as they soared through the clouds
The strong gust of wind, knocking onto their skin, gave them a refreshing feeling as the snowy mountain scenery looked as if it had come straight out of a fairy tale. It was phenomenal.
Unfortunately, there was little to no time to appreciate it, as they had bigger concerns on their mind.
"Calm down, we're nearly there." Said The Bright Sword
"T-THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!! YOU KNEW ANCIENT FLIGHT MAGIC!?" Shouted Satire full of surprise and amazement
The shadow platform which they stood on, had now suddenly started to descend at fast speeds, scaring the wits out of her. Shera and the Bright Sword on the other hand, were doing just fine.
In fact, the Bright sword seemed to have his eyes focused on something beneath them, but there were too many things going on for the others to notice.
"We're here." Stated John
"Hey… John… That's not fair…" Muttered Satire as she held in her urges
Confused, John tilted his head as he faced her and she shook her head in response. Now wasn't the time to get distracted, and she knew that clearly.
"Flight too...? How overpowered can you get?" She whispered
The Dark platform they were on, suddenly stopped in the middle of the air out of nowhere. They were all alarmed, but they quickly went to check the edges of the platform to see what was happening as barely any time had passed since they first got on to the platform. 
However, when they did, they felt their stomachs sink. Beneath them was the village and there was only one word in that moment, to describe what they were seeing.
"It's Chaos." Said The Bright Sword
Many of the buildings were covered in a dark flame, some guards could be seen panicking while others could be seen actively trying to put out the flames with water magic, however it was ineffective.
However, that wasn't even close in comparison to the bone chilling sight of the burnt corpses and screams of pain coming from all over the village.
'Where are the adventurers?' Shera wondered as she scanned the area
Her eyes widened at the sight along with the others as they saw that the adventurers guild was engulfed in flames. Upon seeing this, a cold glare was formed on her face as she aimed her sights on the strange figures moving from the within the guild to the outside.
"What are those…? Shadow summons?" Satire asked
They were strange shadow figures, submerged in the ground, their shapes were irregular but humanoid, each of different sizes. Some had risen from their shadows and were slaying anything in their sight, in one clean sweep.
As she watched this, Satire realized that they weren't what Satire had originally considered. After getting a closer look, she realized something odd about these shadow figures. However, before she could tell them, she noticed Shera was already on the verge of leaping off.
"Wait those aren't regular-"
*Swoosh*
Before Satire could stop her, Shera leapt off the platform which was over 100 meters in the air, heading straight down on the adventurers Guild.
As she did so, she gave a quick scan of the surrounding once again and in that instant, she found them.
The adventurers, they were all gathered up near the entrance of the village as there seemed to be an even greater threat there.
*Crash*
She crashed straight into one of the food stalls, landing safely in the process. She then gave a quick look around, and noticed a bright crimson glow coming off from the entrance of the village, alongside the adventurers.
A smile was formed on her hidden face as she muttered. "I'll leave it to you…" 
She then let out a sigh, letting out a strange purple breath as her purple eyes began to glow. She then gave a quick look around before grabbing onto her daggers which were also glowing.
She was surrounded, by strange shadow figures with a glowing white core implanted in their chests. She didn't know what they were, so underestimating them right now with the village undergoing destruction wasn't an option.
She was going to go all out.
"No civilians nearby, check… Sacred Treasure First Form…" She muttered
Purple mist began to gather around the young girl as her daggers began to glow more and more. The mist engulfed everything around it including the girl, causing her figure to disappear within it, along with the shadow figures.
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"She just charged straight in…" Satire muttered in disbelief 
"Ha ha, I should probably get going too." Said the bright sword
"About that… Will she really be fine? Splitting up is a bad idea… Those things… They're not regular summons… They're lesser demon summons…"
Lesser demons were a race relative but inferior to the of demons and great demons. This race, like other demon races, could be summon via a dark ritual involving dark magic. Although as a summon, it would be significantly weaker.
"Who, Shera? She already finished them off." Said the bright sword as he pointed at the ground.
As satire looked down, her eyes widened. There was a thick purple fog moving throughout the city at fast speeds. Whatever the fog came into contact, would either melt or become corroded.
Despite being a simple fog, it rampaged through everything like a wild beast. It even appeared to take the form of a strange dragon-like creature who's shape was undefinable.
What was more bizarre about it, is that once it got near to civilians, the fog would clearly make it's way around the civilian to avoid it, so that they wouldn't get killed by the cross-fire. 
"Y-You're telling me, that's Shera…?" Satire asked 
"Yeah… It's thanks to her sacred treasure… It comes at a great risk though…"
"Risk?" Satire asked
"You don't have a sacred treasure yet, so you wouldn't know… The first form can only be achieved when confronting your Sacred Treasure." Said The Bright Sword
'Confronting…?' Satire wondered
"That said, It's about time I join in… Shera and other adventurers are handling the lesser demons in the village… So I guess I'll do some searching… Satire, you're good with long range spells right? Stay up here." Said The Bright Sword
Before Satire could reply, The Bright Sword suddenly leaped off the platform. Heading straight down into the village.
"I see… understood."


Our 14 year old protagonist John has lived his life in an honest manner. After losing his parents, he strives to become a man that they would be proud of. After an accident he is reincarnated into another world as an orphan.
Having started off with little to no support and information. How will he deal with this situation?

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Warning: Contains Violence and blood

The Midnight Sun starts to fall The Darkest Night starts to rise amidst the Rocky mountains of Land of Dawn There lived a wealthy family The Satire Family, For Many Months they have been waiting for a new born Baby, ALAS! He has arrived the latest creation of The Highest Lord the Youngest of The Satire Family Indeed The New Born Baby The Satire Family Named Him Megan The Older Brothers Mocked and Laughed at They're Youngest Brother's Name, The Baby's eyes began to glow it was red as a shining ruby with a mixture of glowing lava The Satire Family was shocked They're vains starts rumbling as if They sense an eery pressure around them By that night The Satire Brothers learned to respect The Newborn Baby The Laughter Stops And Silence came back And Only the sound of the wind Can be heard amidst The Darkest Night.

Dar didn't know what to make of the situation as he gingerly made his way through the roof of the chambers.
He had lost so swiftly after being in control of the fight for the majority of its duration. Observing his body internally he suspected that Taf had held back somewhat in his final attack.
In his mind, Taf's words did hit hard. It seems the weakness of his scorpion art was seen through by his opponent. 
The reason he had previously switched his strategy was to mask his art's greatest weakness. Admittedly, to truly hide this first he had to trick Taf into thinking this was one of his strengths.    
So he baited him into close combat in order to cement this fact within his subconsciousness. After which he then summoned his scorpions. 
His scorpions had a psychic link that if interrupted meant their usefulness became negligible. Similar to a puppet without strings.
If his mind was to become clouded this control would then be momentarily lost. Thus the reason Taf ignored his scorpions and smashed him on the head continuously. 
Unknowing of the thoughts that plagued elder Dar's mind Taf took his seat beside May while being continuously scrutinized by the masses.
"You seemed to have had some fun," May playfully uttered under her purple mask.
"He had me on the rope for a bit I must admit," Taf replied having felt the battle was one that he truly enjoyed. 
He looked forward to the future encounters at this level which not only tested him physically but also allowing him to think through different scenarios.
One thing this battle highlighted was the need to further his training in the elements. Within his role as Elder Moussier, he figured there would be constant trials and without his aces, not all battles will be won in the same manner.
In some ways, he was thankful he was challenged as he might have become complacent.
After taking some time Dar then regained his seating. By his expression, it could be seen his disappointment at failing in providing a victory.
He didn't dare glance at the high seat in fear of the second elder's gaze. Though he didn't specifically state it, Dar felt there had been higher stakes than just the reputation his clan.
He braced himself knowing after he was outmatched by his opponent there would be no kind words uttered within his direction. All that will be heard is how he lost, therefore, sullying the face of Zaro Clan.
There were those who were previously envious of the spotlight he gained when selected,  yet presently the saying "Better him than me" came to mind. Now more than ever he feared the consequences of his defeat, not for himself but his branch.
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While all were in their thoughts a voice was heard throughout the chambers.
"The victor of the challenge, Elder Moussier!"
With the results read not many thought the victory unwarranted. Afterall they all saw how the battle had unfolded.
Still, it is within human nature to compare themselves among their peers and it was no different for cultivators. Among his fellow elders, there were those who felt they were still superior. 
In some ways, Taf became an even bigger target by showing his battle prowess. He and May indirectly became the means to the prize of fellowship under the grand elder.
Having completed the interim battle the grand elder once more resumed speaking. Within her speech, she spoke of the need for the sect's elders to be more vigilant.
Thus the events of Starlight City were used showcasing how minor incidents may unfold into sect crippling catastrophes. 
It was filled with details that were surmised with the evident omission of some details of what truly transpired. This led to slight murmurs throughout the room. Especially when they were told to whom the sect owed their thanks.
In their eyes, the two new elders become shrouded in mystery as their accoladed compiled.
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Ask an old adventurer what he admired the most about the Chu Country after countless years of his escapades and he would speak abundantly about its wealth and riches.
When speaking of it as such the first thing that comes to mind reasonably would be qi stones and resources. Yet, wealth within this adventurer's eyes referred to its beauty. 
This was seen within its boundless mountain ranges which sought to kiss the heavens with their peaks. Hidden within these mountain ranges were remote villages to which they provided sustenance.
Taking advantage of their sustenance were some sunflowers that battled against the gushing winds. Though the majority held their own one had finally lost its struggle.
It danced beautifully within the wind before arriving at what seemed to be a village. On such a day as this one would expect liveliness being exuded.The playing of children, men hard at work and the aroma of tantalizing dishes being prepared.
Yet the norm was evidently missing as all that could be felt when entering the villages was a sense of agony and torment. There were no sounds emanating and as the sunflower bounced on the floor it was moistened by a red viscous liquid that soaked through the soil.
It became heavy, so much so, that even the wind lost its interest as it settled beside what appeared to be a rock. Yet this was a rock like no other, in fact, it was no rock but a partially crushed skull.
No wonder the village was so deathly silent as all that inhabited it is was as the silence, death. Decapitated and half-eaten bodies were the norm as hundreds of corpses littered the village streets. not one soul was spared it seems from the perpetrators' heinous act.
"What a beautiful flower." A young teen girl with adorable dimples uttered as she bent down grasping the sunflower.
She then took the time to place the sunflower dyed in blood neatly in her hair. Soon another had joined her and with some satire in her voice uttered,
"Sometimes you give the impression that this is all that we are good for, thus why we are hunted unending.  So you were mistaken for a child. How stupid of them right? I mean it is not as though your appearance conveys this."
The newcomer was the seductive Mei who daintily made her way through the corpses that littered the floor. Though her words were heard, her master ignored while lifting her right hand within the air.
An inscription slowly formed within the sky as purple light cascaded down on all the corpses. With each second they became refined into qi that was channeled toward the devilish teen. Soon not one corpse was present and even their blood had vanished.
"Whenever you act like a martyr it annoys the fuck out of me." The fiendish teen uttered though she knew this was a trait of her disciple's Art.
Who knew this woman better that she, after all, she was the one who groomed her. Mei always acted the role of an angel but she was the true definition of a succubus. They had two different styles but both led to the same outcome.
"Let's be on our way." She once more uttered as the flapping of multiple wings could be heard coming from above. 
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"Call me God and I will treat you as a benevolent servant worthy of blessings. Say I am the Devil and I will drench your world in blood and despair." 

These were the words spoken by Sir Mouse as a thousand enemies surrounded him.

From his youth he could only look up to the heavens, but just as all his enemies before, It is now under his feet quivering.

If so be the case, why would he care what The Gods' Decree?

Gods or Devils it matters not. As they too will have to call him by the only name they dare to utter, Sir Mouse.

His path is to be one that is unhindered by any shackles and he intend to keep it that way.

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Madeline had been utterly mortified when Calhoun had asked James to make the garter. The information could have been relayed in parchment as it wasn't the outer clothes but what he had asked for was a female's intimate possession in front of everyone. 
"You did it on purpose. You wanted to create doubt in his mind. That is why you called him today, isn't it?" questioned Madeline, stopping her feet from walking any further. Calhoun took one step before turning around. 
"Sorry, what was it again?" he asked her and Madeline ground her teeth. 
"Nothing," said Madeline to start walking again. But before she could walk past him, Calhoun caught hold of her arm. 
"I think someone needs to learn some manners on how to behave," Calhoun stared at her. He did not her go of her arm and neither did Madeline try to resist. What was the point of resisting if he was only going to catch her when they were barely a few inches away from each other. 
"What you did was something I did not like," she confessed, "I thought men who were affectionate and loved the woman didn't speak about things like that."
"Let me tell you. You thought wrong," he responded and noticed how she frowned, "Confused?" he asked her. 
Madeline felt her arm finally free without her needing to tell him and she stared at him. 
"You," said Calhoun and Madeline turned attentive, "I was only getting rid of the unwanted people out of your life. What is the point of pinning hopes on a man when he can't even trust you."
"And you do?"
A wicked smile spread out on Calhoun's lips hearing the words that came out of Madeline's lips, "I do. Very much do. We must be pronounced husband and wife if there was a priest in here," and Madeline blushed by his words of how elegantly he twisted things around making him look like a saint but Madeline knew he was anything but a saint. 
She turned her head away from him and tried to get her mind sorted where she would not have to look at his face. 
"Such a shy girl. I can barely wonder what would happen if I were to take you to bed," Madeline snapped her head and glared at him. 
"Please stop making me uncomfortable. If you want to win my heart you will need to know what I am okay and not okay with," she didn't know for how long she would be able to handle his teasing. 
Calhoun turned around and picked one of the white roses that was sitting quietly amongst the other roses next to it. Isolating it from the others. 
"Madeline, I see you like this white rose. Something so pure and serene," Calhoun said to her, "I am a man who is surrounded by different wildflowers but you are the one who caught my attention because of the way you are. I will accept you the way you are but you will need to open your heart to me. Trusting and placing your feelings stubbornly with a man you barely know. Wouldn't you say you know me better than that tailorman?"
"Why do you keep calling him tailorman when he has a name?" she asked him, staring into his red eyes. 
"Isn't that what he is?" Calhoun tilted his head in question, "It would be a different scenario now, if he was dead. It would be dead man," he joked, which Madeline didn't find to be funny, "You lack humour, sweet Maddie." 
"I don't think our definition of humour is the same."
"There's a satire in the dark humour, sweetheart," the King chuckled before getting back to the previous question he had asked her, "Tell me. Do you know him better than me? We have spent even more time together than you have with him."
Madeline would have agreed if she wasn't stubborn but the King was more stubborn. It was true that she hadn't spent much time talking to James as much as she had spoken to the King. 
"Tell me about him. Describe him with adjectives," the King's demanding words surprised her as she thought he didn't want to hear her praising James. 
"Is this a trick question?" She didn't know what more trap the King had placed for her to step into so that he could catch her. 
"I don't know. Is it?" asked Calhoun, his words playful and she gave him an apprehensive look, "Adjectives like how he was an idiot, stupid, arrogant-"
"He is not arrogant," Madeline defended.
"Mhmm, whatever you say but then you agree with the rest. Interesting," Calhoun's smile was wide and his eyes shining with amusement. 
"He is a good man. Humble, kind, polite, thoughtful, handsome, a gentleman, respectful," stated Madeline. 
"And? That's it?" asked Calhoun raising his eyebrows at her, "I thought you would have a parchment full of words for him and it looks like you are trying to use him to wiggle your way out of here."
"No, I didn't," Madeline frowned. 
"Alright. My turn now. What are your adjectives for me?" asked Calhoun to her, "Feel free to speak," he said with those intimidating eyes that made Madeline want to run away from him. 
Both Madeline and Calhoun stared at each other for long seconds, "Rude."
"Just one? I was expecting some more. I know you want to say it. Tell me," he coaxed her. 
If Madeline was able to express her feelings by actions instead of words, she would have stabbed Calhoun with a blunt knife over and over again for embarrassing her, "S-shameless. Pushy. Overconfident, overbearing, impolite."
"I am listening. What else?" he pushed her with a smile which was patient. 
"Coarse...Cheeky."
"What about my looks? You called him handsome, now if you call me anything less he will be nothing but useless trash," he chuckled, savouring how her expressions changed one after another. 
"Good-looking?" 
Calhoun's eyes narrowed down, "What is with the questionable answer? Every word of yours will be held in the courtroom under my testimony and the ministers will see how you called the King names," he tched. 
"You were the one who said to speak freely." Her innocent words had him look away from her face to see the other trees in the garden before he looked back at her when she said, "What if I am not this white rose? You might only like the idea of me," she swallowed down the nervousness that had reduced compared to the time of the morning. 
"Is that what you worry about?" asked Calhoun. 
"I might not be the white rose that caught your eyes. I might be a red rose," and she noticed how the smile on Calhoun's lips never died down. 
"I never miss a thing."
He then looked down at the white rose that he had been holding. Madeline's eyes fell on the white rose in time to notice how the white petals had started to change its colour. The petals of the rose slowly started to turn from white to red and she looked shocked. Her eyes moved back up to Calhoun, to hear him say, "I know what I chose, Madeline." 


[Mature content 18+. No rape]

"Your bed is cold," spoke a voice in the room that had her eyes go wide in fear. Nervously, she turned around, gulping softly to see a shadow on her bed as if someone laid down there. The man who had been lying down sat up emerging out from the shadows where he had been waiting for her.

"What are you doing here?" she asked when his feet touched the ground and he pushed himself up to start walking towards her. His handsome features looked darker than usual because of the lack of light in the room.

"I came to meet you," he tilted his head, "Where did you go?"

"I went out for a walk," came the quick reply that had him smile, a smile that scared her the most.

She took a step back when he came close to her. It didn't stop him from cornering her, and her back hit the wall behind her. He raised his hand towards her face, and she closed her eyes, scared. She shuddered when his fingers trail down from her temple and her jaw and neck. Her blonde hair was left open.

"In the middle of the night?" she didn't answer him knowing he could decipher her lies through her words. He stepped closer that had her turn her face away from him and his words vibrated on the skin of her neck,

"Did you go to meet him, my sweet girl?"

If by some miracle someone discovers this, I have one thing to ask...

How the fuck did you get here? It seems like a strange place to be, but who am I to question you. Ok, instead of inquiring about your current life choices, I should probably explain what I am trying to do here. Satire.

If you haven't figured it out yet - a rather astounding achievement if you ask me - I'm making fun of the common methods authors use on this site to write. As of right now, I have zero chapters up but am working on the "cultivation" genre. I get that it's low hanging fruit, but the other apples aren't much higher. Don't expect much from me; I'm lazy, uninspired, and probably just put a semicolon where it doesn't belong. Grammar was never my strong suit, but I can say that about almost every class I was in.

Feel free to correct my grammar, it is a big weakness of mine and I would like to improve it. I embrace all grammar nazis, but not because of the nazi part. No Klan meetings to be had in this here novel.
 
Oh, almost forgot to mention a little detail. If it ain't in the auxiliary volume, it's a safe bet to assume it's satire. I will try to make it obvious, but there is only so much I can do when it comes to text. 

Alright, time for me to start on it. Probably should have had the first chapter all typed out before I made this, but hey, I'm not one to plan ahead.

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Enjoy!

(A/N: The names of the characters, the places, nor the story line were merely a coincidence as this story was solely based on the Author's imagination only. This chapter may contain CURSING)


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A S B E L ' S
P°O°V

"Aether?!" ~Jerry and I

"Sorry, you've got the wrong person" She said and about to leave the room when Lotus grabbed her by her hoody

"Escaping?" ~Lotus

"Let go of me Lotus!" ~Aether

"So the three of you know each other?" ~Lotus

"No" ~ Her

"Yes" ~Us

"Maybe..." ~ Her

"We are friends" ~Us

"We are NOT" ~Her

"We aren't?" ~Me

"Yes.." ~Her

"Okay, okay, stop it" Lotus said on a confused look on us. "I am getting confused"

"What's your relationship with Aether?" ~Jerry

"Oh! Let's just say that she is the daughter of my Mother's friend so yeah! The both of lived on a same roof" She explained as Aether just let out a long sigh.

"Awie~ Little Rabbit had made friends!" ~Lotus

"LOTUS!!!" ~Aether

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"Pft~ little rabbit..." Jerry said with a smirk on her lips as I hold my laugh

"Why don't we have some lunch?! Hm?! My treat!"



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After we are our lunch, Aether rushed off because of some reasons she had that we shouldn't mind...

As we walk back to the venue, I kept looking at Lotus but got noticed. I looked away as I hear her chuckle

"Do you have something in mind that wanted to ask me Asbel?" She asked with a kind smile on her lips, I looked at her as I looked back away

*gulp*

It's now or never!

"Uhm... Aren't you disgusted or feel ashamed?" I finally asked her

"Ashamed of what?"

"You know! A gorgeous girl like you, walking with a walking-two-feet-pig" I said, I heard her chuckled that made me looked at her and was confused

"You know As... I don't judge people by their body look nor weight, I hated people who only judge a person by how she nor he looked at the outside and not the inside... Your a kind and cute person Asbel, not a walking-two-feet-pig, your not cause your a person. Ignore those type of people and be proud of yourself to what you are and to who you wanted to be"

I looked down as I grip my fists, knowing that she was right. Who cares if I am like this? Well f*ck'em all!

"By the way, what kind of genre you liked the most?" ~Lotus

"Forget it Lotus" Jerry said, butting in to our convo (conversation)

"Why is that?" ~Lotus

"You see, this lady here doesn't nor had watched some" ~Jerry

"Of course I do!" I said, defending myself for who cares why

"Then what anime have you watched then? Mind telling us?" ~Lotus

"Simple! Like Dora and Peppa Pig!" I said proudly to mahself. I suddenly felt Jerry's hand on my shoulder as I was confused why

"Dora and, and P-peppa Pig?" Jerry asked with a murderous aura as she gripped her fist tightly. I swallowed as I felt her killing intent on me. As one of her brows twitch

"W-what about it?" ~Me

(;^ω^）

"Anime and Cartoons are freaking different you dimwit!" She said with a horrible murderous look on me as she shake both of my shoulders as I felt dizziness because of it

"A~n~d w~h~y i~s t~h~a~t?" I asked as Jerry kept on shaking me. She suddenly stopped as she pinch her chin and was thinking for about how many seconds

"I know!" She said and suddenly snapped her finger as they suddenly grabbed my both arms and dashed towards back to the venue and started to explain why

This is going to be a long day



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"Ugh..." I lean at the wall as I let out a long sigh. I felt my knees and feet where aching because of tiredness that they have felt because of those two, dragging me everywhere

Anime (Japanese: アニメ?, [a.ni.me] are Japanese animated productions, and come in all formats, such as television series (such as Dragon Ball and Inuyasha, animated short films, and full-length feature films.)

A cartoon is a form of two-dimensional illustrated visual art. While the specific definition has changed over time, modern usage refers to a typically non-realistic or semi-realistic drawing or painting intended for satire, caricature, or humor.

No matter how you look at it, an anime is a cartoon. The main difference is that an anime is considered a Japanese style of cartoons in the West

Many English-language dictionaries define anime as "a Japanese style of motion-picture animation" or as "a style of animation developed in Japan."

However, in Japan, the term "anime" does not specify an animation's nation of origin or style. Instead, it serves as a blanket term to refer to all forms of animation from around the world (both foreign and domestic). The word "anime" is loan word referring to "animation" or "cartoons," adapted from the English word "animation."

A cartoon is an animated film or television program that features superheroes, animals, and child protagonists while anime is a type of cartoon which was developed and made in Japan

Both use the projection of photographed drawings in a fast sequence to give the illusion of movement, while a cartoon is usually aimed at young children anime is aimed at an older audience and adults although children also watch it

The storyline of an anime is more complex while that of a cartoon is simpler

Both may be created by drawing scenes and characters by hand or through generating them from a computer. While cartoon programs enjoy great popularity, anime has surpassed it in later years

Cartoons have existed since the Middle Ages in the form of drawings made in preparation for other works of art while anime was developed and gained popularity in the 1980s

"Hey X-tra Large!"

A sudden familiar voice appear, I looked at my right side as my eyes suddenly widen, it Georgina and Karen. Seriously?! Even here they appear?!

"Uhm... Hi there Georgina and Karen" I greeted them as I looked down, avoiding their eyes as their arms was almost full of shopping bags

"Didn't you read the sign X-tra Large?" ~Karen

"Uhm, what sign?" ~Me

"Ugh... Don't you have eyes?" She asked and suddenly points at a restaurant's door beside to the that I was leaning. "It says, no X-tra Large Pig, like you, allowed to this place"

Dude~ First of all, yes I do have eyes and second, she's st***d

"It says Eat All You Can, Karen" I said, correcting her as my lips twitch while forcing a smile at them

"I-I know that!" She said as her faced turns red because of embarrassment

"Tch! Just ignore her Karen, she's just wasting our time to buy some goodies, that unlike her that won't feet" She said as she looked at me head to toe

This bish~ (ノ｀Д´)ノ彡┻━┻

"Well, unlike me, I don't steal from my parents who were looked like a clown" I shoot back at them as their eyes widen shocked

Ha!

"Y-you X-tra Large walking-two-feet-pig!" Karen shouted at me as they pushed me hard as they could to make me fall to my a**

I closed my eyes tightly and ready to receive the pain that I will get

But wait, I didn't felt any pain, instead I felt two strong hands that was holding my firmly at my both arms as I felt and smell a cold minty breath and a wall like chest. I open my eyes and saw Karen and Georgina were frozen to their place. I looked up and saw a dude, a very handsome dude

"S-silver!"

"Georgina, Karen, why don't you two get the f*CK out of my sight" He said with a deep and commanding voice, they both nodded rushly and leave as quick as they could. When they finally left, I quickly manage myself to stand up properly and faced him as I bow

"Thank you for what you did" I said, without looking at him

"It's great that I wasn't late to save your a** there" He said as he chuckled, I raise my head up and looked at him. But there's something that caught my eyes when I looked at him, a two pair of distinctive Ash Sliver Gray Mauve Eyes

They're quite familiar tho, where did I saw those?

"Asbel!!!"

"We're you okay?" Lotus asked me as they both catch their breath liked they were on a marathon run

"Why did you asked?" ~Me

"We just saw Karen and Georgina came from your way we're we left you, so we both rushed back" She said, as she took a deep breath in and out

"I am fine, they just pushed me hard but gladly, this dude save me" I said, pointing him behind me

"Silver?!" ~Jerry

"The both you knew each other?" I asked her as I blinked three times as she grabbed me by my jacket

"Are you freaking kidding me?!" ~Jerry

"W-what?" ~Me

"You don't know this guy?!" ~Jerry

"The hell I know!" ~Me

"Dang! He was the new student! He was even your seatmate at Miss Tarsin's class!"

We do?

"I didn't know okay!" ~Me

"Of course you don't! You were sleeping on her class! You were even called out!" She explained. Oh, so that's why I didn't noticed

A sudden chuckle that we hear. Jerry, Lotus, and I looked behind me as he laugh hardly

This dude ಠ_ಠ

"I'm, I'm sorry, it's just that. Haha" ~Him

ANNOYED

"Okay, okay. Let me introduce myself to YOU once again" He said "I am Silver Phantom, Nice too meet you Asbel"

Asbel Moon, the girl who has an X-tra Large body. Asbel was always being bullied by her entire school life, but gladly, her Knight and Shinning Armor was there to protect her.

One day, that protector of her's confesses his feelings towards her. Everything went smoothly on their relationship, until when an unexpected scene make her world shattered into pieces that cause their relationship to fall apart

Asbel was hurt and being betrayed, and because of that. She wanted revenge, and after 5yrs. she's back. She's not the X-tra Large they once knew that will just take a simple revenge, because she's now Miss XL. The most fameouse model, designer, and a successful business woman. And operation Miss XL's Sweet Revenge starts now

"I came back not because I moved on, but just to be your worst sweet nightmare" ~Miss XL

"I don't like Mondays; I just did it to make my day."
Brenda Ann Spencer
That phrase may make you peculiar, something normal, usual, common, and ordinary. What's more, it may even be used by yourself or by people close to you. An even comical phrase, which the media have imposed on us against a background of satire and joke. But in reality, although the idea that Monday is held as the worst day of the week seems to be from this century, it was said by someone forty years ago (1979), at the end of the seventies, and in a context not very healthy, much less comical, at least, not for their victims or their families.
Brenda Spencer was a teenager of only 16 years old when she said that, when she was arrested by the police after shooting clothes at an educational institution, from one of the windows of her house for six agonizing, thunderous, and chilling long hours. An ordinary person, like you or me, who one day simply decided to shoot a group of children because she noticed that they were easy prey... Oh, right, and because she was bored.
Some time ago a very close friend had a pending writing assignment, a job that consisted of writing something, whatever came to you and inspired you but only using a limit of sheets specified by the teacher. My friend wrote a story related to drugs. A girl trapped in a cell, from which it was almost impossible to escape. She never really wanted to lengthen the story, so I asked her permission to create a novel based on those few written sheets. Time passed and I was not very clear about what I wanted to write on top of that short, but intense story.
One of my personal pleasures is reading about the mental capacity of man, and this also includes his defects. Watching a documentary about Ted Bundy, I was bitten by the curiosity bug, and I started to read more in-depth about sociopathy (symptoms, treatments, and examples), and I was surprised that there are more than I imagined (cases), and that the number of mental illnesses of these characteristics has grown over time in a regrettable and silent way. Now sociopaths hide much better in a society shrouded in commercial garbage and fallacies in all the media. It was then, and only then, that I thought about writing about it, and taking as a basis that little story of yesteryear that I promised to follow, but did not fulfill, until now.
Rapes, drugs, executions, kidnappings... All of this is closely linked and happens from day to day without even realizing it, because they do not inform us at all well, or even worse, because we turn our heads when they put us the putrid reality in front. This book is a wake-up call for anyone who believes that progress in our civilized society is directly proportional to its perversion.
You will notice that it is divided into numeric subtitles since it will only contain four main chapters, which will be accompanied by various epigraphs, chilling phrases spoken by people who at some point in history existed (and exist), just to make others perish. The facts that you will read next are my own, ideas created and based on hours of information collected, but they are not historical or bibliographic events. That is, it is a compilation of fragments of life from the worst class of people you can imagine, but not focused on just one, and based on that, I managed to create an original and fictitious story. A satire on prejudice, and aggressive enough to give you the illusion that it is real.
Without further clarification, I hope from the bottom of my being, you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed it... Or this time not so much, in writing it.

Fifteen-year-old student Rachel has just moved into a new home with her mother and sister after her parents divorced. In better spirits, his mother encourages her to regain the hobby she left behind: athleticism; due to problems at home.
The first morning that Rachel decides to go for a run, she will get lost in the new neighborhood for walking in the clouds, thinking of a boy from high school, but luckily, that charismatic boy was passing through the lonely place. However, when Rachel gets in the car and buckles up, confident in the boy's kindness and warmth, he will put her to sleep and have other intentions in mind.

"I don't like Mondays, I just did it to make my day."
- Brenda Ann Spencer
That phrase may make you peculiar, something normal, usual, common, and ordinary. What's more, it may even be used by yourself or by people close to you. An even comical phrase, which the media have imposed on us against a background of satire and joke. But in reality, although the idea that Monday is held as the worst day of the week seems to be from this century, it was said by someone forty years ago (1979), at the end of the seventies, and in a context not very healthy, much less comical, at least, not for their victims or their families.
Brenda Spencer was a teenager of only 16 years old when she said that, when she was arrested by the police after shooting clothes at an educational institution, from one of the windows of her house for six agonizing, thunderous, and chilling long hours. An ordinary person, like you or me, who one day simply decided to shoot a group of children because she noticed that they were easy prey... Oh, right, and because she was bored.
Some time ago a very close friend had a pending writing assignment, a job that consisted of writing something, whatever came to you and inspired you but only using a limit of sheets specified by the teacher. My friend wrote a story related to drugs. A girl trapped in a cell, from which it was almost impossible to escape. She never really wanted to lengthen the story, so I asked her permission to create a novel based on those few written sheets. Time passed and I was not very clear about what I wanted to write on top of that short, but intense story.
One of my personal pleasures is reading about the mental capacity of man, and this also includes his defects. Watching a documentary about Ted Bundy, I was bitten by the curiosity bug, and I started to read more in-depth about sociopathy (symptoms, treatments, and examples), and I was surprised that there are more than I imagined (cases), and that the number of mental illnesses of these characteristics has grown over time in a regrettable and silent way. Now sociopaths hide much better in a society shrouded in commercial garbage and fallacies in all the media. It was then, and only then, that I thought about writing about it, and taking as a basis that little story of yesteryear that I promised to follow, but did not fulfill, until now.
Rapes, drugs, executions, kidnappings... All of this is closely linked and happens from day to day without even realizing it, because they do not inform us at all well, or even worse, because we turn our heads when they put us the putrid reality in front. This book is a wake-up call for anyone who believes that progress in our civilized society is directly proportional to its perversion.
You will notice that it is divided into numeric subtitles since it will only contain four main chapters, which will be accompanied by various epigraphs, chilling phrases spoken by people who at some point in history existed (and exist), just to make others perish. The facts that you will read next are my own, ideas created and based on hours of information collected, but they are not historical or bibliographic events. That is, it is a compilation of fragments of life from the worst class of people you can imagine, but not focused on just one, and based on that, I managed to create an original and fictitious story. A satire on prejudice, and aggressive enough to give you the illusion that it is real.
Without further clarification, I hope from the bottom of my being, you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed it... Or this time not so much, in writing it.

Levit sat at the co-pilot's seat as the aircraft rose off the roof of Hold 5. Eva sat next to him, working the controls. The aircraft was a rigid, elongated vessel with two wings connected to a 360o socket joint at the body. The wings had a gyrating rotor each that controlled direction and speed.

"Where are the guards on the roof?" Levit asked, finding their absence odd.

"Three-hundred metres under," Eva said.

"Ah," Levit replied, almost inaudibly.

The aircraft eased forwards for two seconds and, with a burst of the rotors, shot forwards.

"Why aren't they following us?" asked Levit.

"Every Phasellus has a unique ability," she replied. "You can control any machine. My ability is that I can download a copy of myself into any computer that doesn't have an AI interface. I shut down all their vehicles. They won't be following us, ever."

"Hm," Levit nodded. "Where are we going?"

"Olsonfield," Eva replied.

Levit's eyebrows rose. "Why so far?" he asked.

"It's a stronghold," Eva replied. "Citizens much like you who see error in the ways of this country's rulers are gathering there against them. Right now, I stand as their leader. Once we get there, we'll see if we can get you at the helm."

"Me?" asked Levit. "Why me?"

"You are the foster-son of Elvis Castlebridge, yes?" she asked.

"Don't call me that," Levit replied. It still bothered him that the people he thought were his parents actually weren't who they said they were.

"Very well," he said. "You have the resources. The money required to run such a rebellion. You are of a higher social status. So, they will listen to you."

"They won't accept a new leader that easily," said Levit.

"Don't lose your faith in the world so fast, Castlebridge" Eva said. 

"I've already lost it," Levit interjected before she could say anything else.

"Nevertheless," Eva continued, "what makes you most suitable apart from money and society is your online profile CASTLEMAN87."

Levit's eyes widened. "How do you know that?" he snapped, looking at her for the first time since they'd entered the craft.

"Like I said," she said, "I can hack anything. I've been watching your online activity for a while now and I noticed how good you are at Satire."

Satire was an MMORPG warfare game where you and several friends participated as a team in defending territory and gaining ground. It was the second-most popular online game in the world.

"That's . . . unethical," Levit said, gazing down at the streets of Blackheim, which began to fade into suburbs, and then into grassland.

"The position is for you," Eva said. "Unnatural, though it may seem, the conditions have aligned perfectly."

"No matter what you say," Levit said, "this'll only work if your little rebellion wants me to be their leader."

Despite his doubts, the thought of leading a revolution against his country's twisted government tempted him. But he couldn't ignore the logic in his own words. He would only be able to command them if he had their trust.

Trust. Something he would have to create. 

They were coming upon a factory sitting in the middle of the plains. Two guards were posted at the front. There was a man standing on the helipad that sat atop the building. Levit assumed that this was their landing place.

The craft began to descend.

"Have faith," said Eva as she opened the door on her side, the craft touching down. Before she jumped, she looked at him. "The greatest thing about this world . . . is that it can be changed."

And she jumped off. After a pause, he too followed suit.

"Miss Eva," said the man on the roof as the rotors of the craft slowed. "Glad to know you made it. And you have our . . ." he regarded Levit, ". . . package."

"You doubted me, Reginald?" she asked.

He smiled. "Come on," he said. "The Assembly's waiting."

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