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Scarlet Sanguis

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Scarlet Sanguis

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Published: Nov 13, 2017

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Held her off for many months but here's the galaxy-destroying vampire in all of her glory; Hope it was worth the wait!

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I kind of came into this battle expecting a dual boss but in reality you could just ignore Scarlet. Defeating Crimson automatically ends the fight.

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Literature of TigerEgern

79th Street Station pt. 77

Agent Waller picked up her heavily modified encrypted phone. She weighed it in her hand, as if the mass and inertia of the apparatus could somehow provide her with an answer. She cooled down her forehead with a can of sparkling water from the plastic bag resting against the front tyre. The police station laid on top of a small hill in the worn down part between downtown and the rail depot. She had a perfect overview from her outlook behind the shitty night club next to an abandoned flatbed freight wagon. The target was inside. According to the thermal camera of the drone she had dispatched, the target was occupying a cell adjacent to the front desk office. There were no online records to be found regarding the layout of the station. A one-precinct town police force from a back road corner of a once war-thorn province was not likely to show up anywhere. The archives had been lost to the EMP blasts initiating the Arkonian offensive, and no one had mustered the initiative to set up new

79th Street Station pt. 76 - EDITED

"Bob?" a withered old gal asked. Bob pulled his legs back from the paved floor of the tunnel. Commuters, children, and all manners of pedestrians rushed by. Rushed through his non-existing legs. Being way too tall to comfortably fit the bench had lead him to all but blocking the tunnel with his legs "Eh?" Bob muttered. He ran his eyes up and down the old gal. A worn-out hooker. She looked almost 70, but could easily be as young as 35. Her skin was pale and rough, her face as gaunt as a dried out apple, she was dressed in a strangely revealing manner. The few patches of her topography still able to attract a potential customer's interest were on full display. The rest of her skin veiled behind skin-tight, harshly and overly brightly coloured polyester or black vinyl. Her feet were clad in faux leather, balancing on top of eight centimeter tall heels. The faux leather was peeling, revealing slender steel cap toes of a hard-tempered drop forged nickel-chrome alloy. A brutal weapon in the

79th Street Station pt. 75 - Edited

The putrid water surrounding Mother Imelda bubbled. The few grains of what had once been her childhood self giggled. The bubbles looked like farts in a bathtub. Finding joy in such a latrinical matter had been one of the thousand sins that paved the road to Hell. At least according to the perpetually angry nuns and lay sisters of the orphanage. Little had Imelda known, how the life in an orphanage that included male staff exceeded the life in the convent's orphanage in terms of brutality and abuse. At least the weekly baths were actually about washing the body. Summertime meant hot water. The solar powered water heaters provided hot water, that was actually hot. At the height of summer, there would be enough hot water for a bathtub bath for each child. They bathed in shifts, of course. One sixth of the child per day. Everyone showered on Sunday morning. They would be as clean as fresh air for the Sunday Mass. As summer gave way to autumn, the hot baths would dwindle into briefer and