The-Macattack

The cloaked men turned their backs on us vanishing into thin air as they reactivated their overlevelled hiding ability. Holding my breath, I carefully scanned my surroundings. Though they had been told to let us live, I was afraid they were still somewhere nearby waiting for us to come out.I focused heightening every sense as much as I could, but the calm waves lapping against the shore was the only sound that could be heard. With no corpses to indicate the slaughter that had just occured, the clearing felt serene and almost picturesque. It was hard to believe such a beautiful place had become a mass grave to the largest tragedy in Aincrad...

September 14, 2015: Another Late Night“He said if I left him I’d never have anyone again!” the young girl cried over the phone. “He said no one else would want someone as selfish as me. Do you think he’s right? Maybe I am being too hard on him.”Jenny Finch was 21 years old. Smart, funny, loyal to her friends, studying advanced mathematics in a hopes to one day teach intercity kids. Selfless and brilliant, her only short coming seemed to be her choice in guys.Nick had been an abusive boyfriend. He never hesitated in bragging to his friends about every aspect of her body, was always pushing her to do things she wasn’t comfortable with, and b...