Growth Drive - Meta High: Chapter 1 (FMG)[[Update 5/18: Updated some of the specifics on level ups and girls starting stats: http://magnusmagneto.deviantart.com/art/Growth-Drive-Level-Up-Adjustments-and-Specifics-533957633 ]]Growth Drive - Meta High: Chapter 1 (FMG)1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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Growth Drive – Meta High - Chapter 1
((Read until the directions at the end to find out how YOU can direct the growth in the story!))
The news had taken most social circles in Meta High by storm. Guy was into bodybuilder chicks!? His confession seemed genuine, and it made sense; Guy could have had almost any girl in the school as his own, yet he remained single throughout his time there.
It all started when Guy had been browsing one of his favorite female muscle sites, and unknowingly had integrated his alias there with his social networking FaceTweet account. What would have otherwise been a simple night of privatel
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[Eye Colour] eyes boredly glanced to a torch that was resting upon the wall. It wasn't a very modern torch; a simple block of wood with the end on fire. "Steven," [Male Name] piped up softly, drawing his arm back to rest his elbow against Arcanine's fur. "Are you almost done?" Arcanine growled softly, as if reinforcing the question, clearly bored as it waited.
Steven, who was crouched down beside the wall, his silver hair illuminated from the blazing torch above him, nodded. "Don't worry, darling," he answered, looking over his shoulder with a soft smile. "They're loose. It's not long now." His icy blue eye
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The red-haired boy blushes fiercely, “But, ((Y/n))…” he mumbles.
“Just this once!” you beg.
“It’s weird though!” he complains.
You pout, giving him your best puppy dog face. Foxy sighs, closing his eyes and breaking down inside. You were just too cute for him to be able to deny you anything, and you knew it. Not to mention that you took pretty damn good advantage of it, too.
“One time,” he says sternly, “And you can’t tell anyone!”
“I promise!” you nod eagerly, grinning at him.
The red-head pushes you off of his lap gently so that he can stand up, then he walks over to the old stage. He climbs up onto it, then slips behind the curtains. You sat back into the chair, watching eagerly. You simply couldn’t wait.
After a minute, the
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'Cause in a sky full of stars,
I think I saw you...
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Layne: That’s it! We’ve analyzed the combatants’ weapons, skills, and tactics! Let’s get this fight underway!
Xander: It’s time for a DEATH BATTLE!
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Asura, one of the Eight Guardian Generals, his white hair and metallic arms glistening in the dusk sun, was returning home from killing several small Gohma. His arms creaked and groaned, the machinery within working. Like many of the other Generals, Asura’s body was lined with designs of some kind.
His cloak blew in the wind as walked a quiet road.
He saw something in the middle of the road. A log? No, wait…
It was moving?!
Asura ran to see what it was. It wasn’t a what, it was a who…
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“And I get to kiss you baby just because I can” – Everything, Michael Bublé
On the hand
His lips made contact with her knuckles ever so slightly while his head was bowed in sign of respect. It was a fleeting, subtle touch that barely informed him about the temperature of her skin, too quick to allow him to be acquainted with the texture of those fingers.
The sound of her chuckle tinted his cheeks with a deep crimson, although Arthur couldn’t quite read into his own heart the reason for it.
“What a gentleman.” She purred the somewhat sarcastic phrase with a pleased timbre tinting her voice; her lips curving into a smile that forced him look away in embarrassment, though his eyes were just pulled back towards her figure just as soon as they stopped seeing her.
She passed by him, slowing her pace to whisper it so only him could hear her.
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So when she'd finally settled, the pale she-cat stood out on the rock that overlooked camp and called; "Could all th
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"Umm Liv? You ok?" You asked slowly approaching her.
"Cant talk killing warlocks" Liv replied stuffing a cheeto into her mouth before taking a drink of mountain dew.
"Are you playing World of Warcraft?" You asked.
"Yes" Liv nodded not looking away from the screen.
"Ok...Why didn't you tell me?! You know how much I love this game!" You pouted.
"Spur of the moment decision to play" Liv answered.
"I'm gonna go home and log on!" You said before running out of the morgue passing Ravi on the way up.
"Why did a extremely hot girl just run out of here in a frenzy?" Ravi asked Liv as he pulled on his white coat.
"(Y/n)'s a friend of mine. She's gone home to log on so we can play" Liv
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"Is it him?"
"I think so, did they find the woman who did this?"
"They are looking for her. They should find her soon."
I opened my eyes, but a blindfold was covering them stopping me from seeing anything. I tried to talk, but there was a gag in my mouth. I could feel cold metal against my wrists. How odd. I noticed the only thing covering me was the blanket on the bed which made me blush.
"Look! He's awake."
Someone pulled the blindfold off of my face and I could finally see. Three cops were in the room with me. Two of them were next to the bed and one was looking out the window. I heard gunshots and people running around outside. Almost like they were chasing someone. The cop closest to me pulled the gag out of my mouth and got the binds off my wrists.
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To my students,
I hope you all are well. Unfortunately I am not, but do not let this situation get to your studies. What is important is that you all succeed and pass this semester. This is especially important for you seniors who will be graduating this year. Some of you are expecting answers from me, Nana especially, but all I can tell you right now is that you shouldn't worry about who this "suspicious teacher" is until you have completed all your assignments. From this point forward, I'll be accepting late homework; you won't be docked points.
You must be wondering what your final is. There are two parts to it, but it should be easy for you all. I trust that you guys can manage this much. The first part is open book; you are allowed to take the quiz back to your dorms and work on them until the last day of the semester. Your second part, however...
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Several days passed.
Emeraude and Nina seems to have some common interests and quickly became close friends. Andromede spent most of her time eating, Acqua flirting and Narith spent her time being grumpy for some unkown reason.
As for Ruby, well, he kept spying and complaining to his-self about his "traitors" friends.
But, the girls vacation are about to end.
Ni: What are you gonna do now ? It's about time for us to go back to the capital.
E: I don't know.
An: Why won't you come with us ?
Ac: hum …
Na: Don't be stupid, how are you gonna explain they're existence at the frontier ?
An : We'll … found a way ?
Ni : At worst, can't you ask your father ?
Na: What you mean ?
Ni : From what I understood, you Father is ranked quite high at the capital.
Na : hmpf …
E: We do appreciate the offer but …
An : But ?
Ac : We can't leave without Ruby rig
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'Cause, baby, now we got bad blood
You know it used to be mad love
So take a look what you've done
'Cause, baby, now we got bad blood
Knives tore into couch cushions, leaving messy cotton streaks behind. Paint was soon thrown onto the walls, the word “Traitor” scrawled in dripping, blood red paint. Loud shattering was heard as plates and glasses were smashed onto the ground, breaking into a million pieces and scattering all over.
Now we got problems
And I don't think we can solve them
You made a really deep cut
And, baby, now we've got bad blood
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“She bought what?” He also didn’t know what ‘crack’ was and was confused.
“Principle called and said she was ‘in violation’ and had ‘bought something which she shouldn’t have’.” Tony used air quoted only irritating Pepper, who had stayed quite, more. But Steve didn’t care and had bounded out of the tower and was driving to his daughter’s school in record breaking time.
“Could you handle situations like this like more of a child?”
“Want me to try babe?”
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Local School Bans Homemade Lunches
Students will no longer be allowed to bring their own lunches, as that gives them an "unfair advantage" over students who don't.
Tim Russet Potato
School may be out for the summer, but once school doors re-open this fall, students will have to leave their brown paper bags and lunch boxes at home and learn to stomach cafeteria food.
The school board recently approved a controversial measure to ban homemade school lunches, setting cafeteria lunches as the default for all public school students.
This countywide moratorium on homemade lunches will prevent students from bringing their own from home, and instead require them to rely on their school cafeteria for their meals.
The decision to implement this measure was inspired by a new study from Ivory Towers University in England, which claims that students who have their lunches packed by their parents have an “unfair advantage” over those who don’t.