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Splinter Cell Conviction Gameplay

THE SHATTERED REALM: FORGOTTEN ECHOES

WSA 2025 Entry What is a man, if not a vessel of hidden truths and whispered deceptions? Beneath the fragile facade lies a labyrinth of secrets—truths buried so deeply they intertwine with the lies we tell ourselves just to survive another day. The masks we wear may fool the world, but they cannot hide the fractures within. Even those we hold closest, the ones we entrust with our hearts, may be the very hands carving unseen wounds into our souls, feeding them to the monsters lurking in the shadows. He was never meant to uncover it. But when fragments of forgotten identities surface and unseen forces move in the shadows, Aramith is thrust into a web of deception, blood, and a history long buried. Worse still, within him stirs an attribute unlike any other—the strongest, yet the most chaotic. A power that bends to no master, a force that threatens to consume him whole. To wield it is to risk destruction; to reject it is to remain powerless. And yet, power alone does not reveal the truth, for blood tells no lies, flowing only when life is claimed, but even its crimson clarity is no guide to the truth. How does one find what is real when their very existence is a fractured mirror, splintered into shards that reflect only distorted glimpses of an identity lost? Each shard offers the promise of clarity, yet together, they form nothing but ruin. To uncover the truth is to face the darkness, and to risk losing what little remains of the self. For in the end, can a man truly hold a reflection if he no longer knows who—or what—he truly is?
ChisanaTensai · 11.2K Views

The vengeful God in another world is me?! Wasn't it just a game?!

‘How did this happen’ The young man, practically a boy, looked at the scene in front of him. In just one glance it was possible to see dozens of people, more closely he was sure there could be hundreds or thousands of people prostrating themselves in front of him. From the center of the city square to the adjacent streets in front of the temple, with a frightening similarity to what happened in the Vatican when the Pope gave a speech. The young man sitting on a throne too big for him, inside a marble temple he could see expressions of happiness, reverence, gratitude and in some a small hint of fear. Not that he paid much attention to the others, his attention was mainly drawn to the group directly below the throne. This group was made up of people of various ages, from old men with gray and wrinkled hair, but with strangely healthy bodies and postures upright like poles, to young people of various ages including children. What this group in particular had in common was their expression, which could only be described as fanatical as they looked at the young man. The only thing that was going on in the young man's head, with all this excessive attention, was simply... ‘How did things get like this?!!!! I was just playing a game!!!!’ In a room in an ordinary apartment, in an ordinary city. A seemingly ordinary young man could be seen lying in bed with a cell phone on his chest. The cell phone was on and showing scenes from what appeared to be a game. With a small and intriguing coincidence that the young man sitting on a huge throne inside a marble temple was completely identical to the sleeping young man. ********************************************** Thanks to ImagineArt for the image
FereliX25 · 47.3K Views

Becoming Ellie

Nobody sees Ellie. They see Mason, this awkward, lanky kid who barely speaks. The one who hides under hoodies, head down, trying to blend into walls. They don’t see the girl trapped underneath, the one who’s been screaming into pillows and mirrors for years, begging to be real. Then comes Zoe. Bright, loud, unapologetically queer Zoe—someone who doesn’t give a damn about fitting in. She’s everything Ellie isn’t allowed to be. And in a wild, reckless moment, Ellie tells her truth: "I'm not Mason. I'm Ellie." It’s terrifying and electric—like ripping off a mask that’s melted into your skin. For the first time, someone sees her. Her best friend Jamie doesn’t flinch. Her little sister almost says, “I knew it.” And in stolen moments, Ellie starts to live—tiny rebellions like growing her hair, whispering her name to the mirror, running a secret Instagram where she can just be. Every step is a victory, but every victory has a price. Her father’s rage is a thunderstorm—loud, blinding, impossible to reason with. Her mother’s tears are quieter but sharper, like glass splinters under her skin. Teachers shrug her off; classmates whisper. Even some friends scatter. When home finally breaks her, Ellie runs. Nowhere to go, but anywhere is better than a house that feels like a prison. Coming out isn't a happy ending; it's a battle. Therapy, support groups, filling out name-change forms while strangers look at her like she’s a freak. Every small victory—being called her real name, the first hormones kicking in, a prom dress that fits—feels like a stolen breath. But it's enough. Enough to keep fighting. Because Ellie isn't just surviving. She's becoming. And that’s something no one—not her father, not her school, not the world—can take from her.
WJ_Constantine · 1.2K Views

Kotak Buana : Chaos and Order (EN)

Eka Putra, a dedicated player of the sandbox RPG god simulator "Kotak Buana," has spent years shaping and molding its virtual world. He's grown bored with the original content and frequently uses mods to inject new life and unpredictability into his gameplay. One day, Eka stumbles upon a mod that promises to change the player's perspective from a detached god-like view to a first-person experience. Intrigued, he installs it without much thought. The moment the mod is installed, his monitor emits a blinding flash of light, and Eka loses consciousness. He awakens to find himself in a world that feels strangely familiar. It's the world of "Buana Box," but it's no longer a game. He has been reborn as Raka, a newborn infant, in the very world he created. Raka quickly realizes the implications of his situation. He's no longer a god with unlimited power; he's a vulnerable inhabitant of a world he shaped. He retains some knowledge of the game mechanics and the world's history, but he lacks the god-like powers he once wielded. Raka's primary goal is clearhe is find a way back to his original world. But how does one return from a virtual world made real? Raka's journey will be fraught with challenges as he navigates the complex society, politics, and dangers of "Kotak Buana." He'll need to rely on his wits, his knowledge of the game, and perhaps some unexpected allies to unravel the mystery of his reincarnation and find a path home.
Heal_Me · 3.8K Views
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