tankgirly

You were shifting forms. Contrary to what everyone had known over the past few centuries, or perhaps since the dawn of time, morphing from one to another wasn't exactly a very pleasant experience. First, the engorging and shrinking of every bone and knuckles were excruciatingly painful. It felt like a crash of rhinos just ran you over every single time. Next would be the sinew. Normies' muscle cramps would be like tiny mosquito bite compared to this. To top it all, you had to act like this is as normal as a change of a jacket. Perhaps it was normal to your kind, but you hated it all the same. There was a reason you were doing this. You reminded yourself as you curled up on the threadbare rug in the middle of your dorm room, waiting for the crushing ache to subside. Zek, another girl at school, somehow decided to skip the classes for the whole week. She and her small group of entitled elite gang decided you would be the perfect candidate to go to all of her classes in her stead, as

Lost in Realm 17 Did people offer a job like this? Nhilva had to blink several times before her brain finally registered what was happening. Instead of putting a post on the billboard like everybody else, this individual just walked up to a random stranger and asked if they wanted a job. It was rather unusual. Imagine if you were browsing for freelance online, suddenly there was a pop up window offering you a job. The pop up blocker was created for a reason. She would personally consider the person a scammer, the physical embodiment of a pop up ad. But that was in the modern day and this … think-of-me-bob didn’t look like a scammer to her at all. Yes, scammers don’t put a sign on their forehead that read “scammer.” She wasn’t that naïve. Still, she really didn’t think he was one. Chiseled cheekbones, blond hair, cornflower blue eyes, sparkling clean armor with a symbol of some deity she did not quite recognised on his chest. No, she did not believe this was a scammer at all. This