The Geist made its way into the clearing, walking Dynamite Girl in front of it to minimize risk to itself.Dynamite Girl stumbled forwards, her head still limp and down, moving with stilted, awkward movements like she was a puppet being jerked along by strings.The Geist cocked its head as it sat by the flowing stream where the Strikers had slept. In front of it, it stared down at a Striker corpse. It picked up the corpse in its large hand, raising the decently heavy wolf creature with ease to its face.With a gurgle, the Geist tossed the Striker away once it identified that it was not a human.“Gehgeh,” said the Geist in a strange, garbled, almost alien voice, though the pitch was high and curious, almost questioning.It looked ahead at a trail of Striker corpses leading into the forest.The Geist stared at the line of corpses for a second and then made Dynamite Girl walk ahead to investigate, obviously realizing something was suspicious. It sat there and stretched out its thick, mus
Aldrich took in a breath as a green aura swirled around him, the experience from the Geist boosting his power by two entire levels.[+10 stat points available to distribute]“Mmmm, yes!” Valera positively moaned in ecstasy as power flowed into her, but where Aldrich’s aura was green, hers was a deep, bloody red.As a Chosen Undead, Valera leveled at the exact same rate as Aldrich, so she too had gained two levels, raising her from level 10 to level 12.“How do you want me to spend my power?” said Valera, talking about how to distribute her own 10 new stat points.“In strength, vitality, and agility where your affinities are. A three-five-two spread in those stats should work well,” said Aldrich. He wanted Valera to be as physically powerful as possible to make up for his lack of melee combat prowess.“Understood, master.” Valera closed her eyes and clenched her fists, taking in a deep breath as she used her stats.Aldrich saw her stats go up. Her class was as a Death Knight, and that
Aldrich and Valera made their way to the Odinsons shop. It was a good walk away from the main ‘streets’ of the Settlement, taking up its own isolated territory. As he walked, he had the Evileye scout everything it could.Their shop was a large, mobile trailer home that looked somewhat like a subway car or railcar. It was long and rectangular in shape, though sizable enough that it could reliably fit in twenty people to live rather comfortably.Among mobile homes in the Settlements, this was one of the larger ones for sure, indicating that the Odinsons ranked quite highly among nomads in terms of wealth and power.The home was decked out with modifications to survive traveling through the harsh environment of the Wastelands where sand storms, torrential storms, magnetic storms, and basically any storm one could think of blasted the land.There were blinking green generators at the top of the home that likely projected force fields while auto-turrets rotated around, pointing directly at
It happened right at the start of the year 2001.Right on dot with the clock striking midnight and heralding not just a new year but a new century and a new millennium.Huge crowds gathered across the world to celebrate modern human history graduating to this new age.It was a time of new beginnings.and a time of new disasters.Even now, nobody really knows how it happened or what it was that came from space.Not aliens; nothing as dramatic as that. Something far, far less personal At least if it were aliens, humanity could have rallied together. Maybe they could have brought their scattered pieces, all their different ideals, borders, and peoples, together to make something whole if only there had been some definite target they could see and hate together properly.But whatever happened in this new year, well, there was no rhyme or reason for it.It was just pure chance. Pure chaos.The incident is known as the "Altering."A solar flare, maybe. still a topic of debate even now, a hu
When Aldrich was a child, he always dreamed of being a hero. It was a thoroughly uninspired dream considering basically every single kid has ever thought about being a hero at some point. This is largely unsurprising considering that it is practically impossible to escape hearing about heroes in this day and age of hero worship.Aldrich heard about a thousand different bedtime tales about how the great hero Vanguard vanquished villainy with his invincible fists, saving countless lives as he ended the Age of Villainy.When he grew older, he constantly saw heroes on television with their colorful costumes and capes and their big muscles and big smiles. He saw as the heroes carried people out of burning buildings and, when scary Variants showed up, how they swooped in to beat the monsters down and save the day.Heroes popped up in holographic advertisements, talk shows, social media, or streaming sites—wherever they could get exposure, they got it.But most importantly, Aldrich wanted to
Today was the big day.The day that Aldrich would leave for Blackwater Academy was the very first step of a long and, no doubt, hard journey to avenge his parents.Aldrich woke up at 5:30 in the morning, thirty minutes before an officer was scheduled to pick him up.Precisely as the clock struck six, an academy officer showed up at his apartment door, making his presence obviously known by slamming his fist into the door several times in what was the most violent knock Aldrich had ever heard before.Aldrich was ready and packed. His apartment, the house he had lived in for his whole life, was cleaned out to complete emptiness, ready for another renter to move in. Blackwater would provide food and board for the four years it took to graduate, so what he packed was mostly personal stuff that had some kind of emotional weight to it.Memorabilia from his late parents included a family picture with Aldrich and some trinkets from their hero costumes. His birthday letter was what had gotten
Blackwater Academy was located on the east coast of the United States, its compound located right beside a massive crater gouged out by an A-Class Variant twenty years ago. The academy got its name from the blackened waters in the crater. remnants of the monster’s blood and corpse that had sunk deep down to the ocean floor below.The crater itself formed a natural harbor leading out to the Atlantic Ocean, and a small port city called Haven stood there, presumably being the main source of supplies and people coming in and out of Blackwater.All in all, Blackwater was quite isolated. almost eerily so.Getting to Blackwater consisted of a two-hour drive followed by a one-hour helicopter flight over vast swathes of overgrown forests infested with Variants.Forests like these were commonplace after the monstering, as Variants spawned consistently throughout the world, with certain areas spawning them at such high rates that clearing them out and settling cities there was too difficult to m
The training grounds were quite impressive, to say the least. They were largely located outdoors and consisted of several five-hundred-meter-radius rings lined with towering metal walls that served as arenas.The walls were made of thickly reinforced metal, but their design was sleek and futuristic, with blinking lights of various colors dotted around their surface, indicating the status of various moving pieces of technology within the walls.Aldrich stared at the arenas while standing in a single-file line with the rest of the Frame students. They were, as expected, separated from the rest of the main student body, but a cursory glance gave Aldrich an estimate that there were approximately two hundred or so "normal" students.In terms of numbers, Blackwater was small, as most decently ranked hero academies operated with student bodies numbering well over a thousand, with only the highest tier academies like Shield and Invictus having small student bodies due to the difficulty of get