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Realitology V.2.0; The Re-revamp, now with Comic form! (Coming Soon...)
Topic Started: Mar 14 2016, 11:50 PM (784 Views)
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Minor Disclaimer: The book was originally poorly laid out and a little bit immature. Now, however, it's gonna be done properly with intense stuff like, um, blood and violence. So... view with your own precautions. Good luck!

"Blurb"
Humans have always been thinking. From the moment that we crawled our first civilizations, we made Myths. From those of giant humanoids to creatures beyond plausibility. Yet, they remained highly popular, and are still widely known among humans, in both fantasy and "Reality". We thought these beings would just be fake, yet, with the rise of genetic modification, they arouse their ugly heads. Descending from escaped variants of their modified, humanoid ancestors, they literally laid waste to humanity in a couple of hours. Many souls have been lost because of their genetically unrecognizable cousins, who had revenge from their humiliated cousins. They spread across the earth, almost annihilated humanity in a little of 24 hours. The survivors, now left in a state of ruin, often fled to the last refuge, or rather, three refuges, all laid out across Aotearoa. This had some remarks: There was a invisible barrier, almost immune to monsters, to the human eye. People had taken refuge in the Land of the Long White Cloud, and resumed "Normal" lives, with a few exceptions of the "Shield" failing, allowing them to swarm in. Now, however, the barrier was about to fail for good, and Humanity will fight for its life...


Realitology
1: Things go sour (Not really, but still…) David

I’ll give it to ya straight: we are some of the last of our kind, called Demigods. Not that I didn’t know that’s what we were, but whatever. My life went sour when she arrived. Me and Corey (My weird friend) where standing in the hallway looking at our lockers. Well, Corey wasn’t at the lockers at the moment, as he was running from bullies. I just so happened to notice him. I guess I should describe him: He’s got short brown hair, and a scrawny gait. He’s weirder than almost anything, even some of the weirdest viral videos on YouTube. He’s got a dark sense of humor, and I couldn’t think there was anything weirder or creepier than him. Turns out I would be wrong, when I met a certain someone.

Me, I wasn’t much better. I’m constantly nervous, and have a hatred for certain people who are just so annoying. We aren’t the most popular people, for example, when one kid just so happened to punch Corey on the shoulder for no reason, they start laughing, and I have a feeling like I want to attack them. The newest group of bullies was even worse. They seemed so huge and scary, I don’t think they are even human, and their dog suggests otherwise. It’s probably the size of a Grizzly Bear, and seems to have rabies. Anyways, it was almost time for P.E. Wouldn’t be too harmful to be a little bruised.
As the bullies came closer; I recognized them: their leader was Dylan West, an American boy, Ethan Smith, of British origins, Jacob Gill, from Mexico, Dillon Moses, from Wellington, Arturo Rosales, from Mexico (Three bullies from North America. How great.) And James Anderson, from Christchurch. At the end of the hall, I could see a strange girl of 7 years age running towards them with a knife. She wore a scarf around the lower half of her face, maybe coming from America or something.

I watched as Corey raced past me, in full panic mode. “Run dude, RUN!” he yelled, racing past groups of people. You did not want to see Corey in full panic mode. He’s like a speed demon, I tell ya. I struggled to keep up with him, almost tripping up three times. Oh how the bullies would just love for me to trip up, although I’m not too sure about that girl. We raced outside, hiding at our hiding spot: a small bunch of bushes in the right corner of the field. It reminded me of when I last saw my dad: standing near a tree in a local farmland, saying he was going off to hunt with his friends.
Then, out of nowhere, the bullies’ dog appeared. It was the size of a Grizzly Bear, with foam drooling from its mouth. Strangely, its back seemed to be on fire. So was the rest of its body. Corey stepped back, probably wetting himself. “Jaysus Christ! It’s on fire!” Corey yelled, probably exposing ourselves to the bullies. Its teeth gnashed and splattered spit all over the place, wetting Corey even more. I looked ahead. There was that girl, running towards the dog with… a sword? She ran quietly, than yelling “Die, you son of a female dog!” Before slicing it to shreds. Its body parts crumpled on the grass, and I got to see her more clearly.

She definitely had a scarf around the lower half of her face, with very large eyes. Her hair was a chocolate brown, with it splaying out everywhere. Her eyes had a glint of fear in them, as if she’d seen death and had a cup of tea with him. She looked at us, muttering; “Potential Demigods…” and other weird stuff about Mythology. “Uh… you’re Scarfie, isn’t that your name?” Corey asked, looking at her sternly. “Yes. That’s my nickname, due to my scarf. My real name, must you know, is Samantha Turner. However, you can call me Sam if you like.” She stared at us with those unnerving eyes, which were of hazel colour. “So… Sam, wasn’t that like a Hellhound or something?” I asked, with her replying: “Yes.”

Impatiently, she explained how the Greek Mythology was real, and that finding Demigods was super rare, and they tend to die when she needed them most. “Oh. Must suck.” I said, with her replying “Must suck for you to. I sense that you guys are potential Demigods… so that brings hope, I guess.” Sam replied, staring at us. “Well… it’s time to go to P.E. We’re gonna get Crushed.” I said, as we walked into the changing rooms.

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The novel form is just a "fodder" for my friend to do a comic version of. I mean that the Novel form won't be published, hence why it might have some grammatical errors and stuff like that, as the Comic version will be finished, published and stuff like that. So, if there's any problems and stuff, it's because the Novel Form isn't the final version.
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