Crunch Bandicoot

"Once upon a time..." "There was a young man named Fionn." "He was the king of the Hyperboreans, a civilization that thrived in the distant north of the world, where peace and harmony reigned beneath skies of eternal frost." "One day, during one of his habitual walks beyond the walls of his grand, crystalline castle, Fionn heard a peculiar sound—a sharp squealing that pierced the stillness of the white forest surrounding his domain." "Startled and alert, he gripped the hilt of his regal sword and followed the noise, his boots crunching softly over snow-dusted leaves. As he pushed through the pale foliage, the source of the sound revealed itself—a girl, cornered by a thur." "The creature was monstrous, towering over both the girl and Fionn himself. Its thick, gnarled skin was the color of ash, mottled with scars and patches of coarse, dark hair. A pair of jagged tusks jutted from its wide, snarling mouth, and its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire. Long, sinewy arms ended in clawed hands that could snap trees like twigs, and its breath came out in ragged, steaming huffs, filling the air with a stench of decay." "The thur growled, advancing on the girl with a lumbering gait, its massive frame causing the ground to tremble faintly beneath its weight. Every instinct in Fionn's body screamed at him to flee, but he stood firm." "Drawing his sword in one fluid motion, the king lunged forward. With a single, decisive strike, he felled the monster, its roar silenced as it collapsed into the snow." "-Are you all right?- Fionn asked, his voice steady but gentle as he turned toward the girl." "But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him." "Fionn frowned, puzzled by her silence. Perhaps she was too shaken by the attack to speak, he thought. Yet, something else caught his attention—something even more peculiar." "Her skin. It wasn't the pale, snowy white of the Hyperboreans. It was... pink. A soft, warm hue unlike anything he had ever seen." "-Ehm... I know this might sound a little inappropriate, but... where are you from? You don't look like anyone from here,- Fionn ventured cautiously, hoping for a reply. But still, she said nothing." "-Wait!- He suddenly realized, his eyes widening. -Could it be that you don't understand me?-" "If she didn't respond because she didn't know his language, then she couldn't be from Hyperborea—or even anywhere nearby. But where else could she be from? Beyond Hyperborea, there was only the vast, unending sea... wasn't there?" "-Could it be that she's from one of the other Nine Worl—- Fionn's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the girl rose to her feet." "She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate but strange, her expression unreadable. She—Oh!" ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ "Looks like Artair is already asleep..." The mother lowered the book gently, a warm smile on her lips as she gazed at her son's peaceful face. "He must have played a lot today. I usually read him more of the story before he falls asleep..." Leaning over, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Artair." With a quiet sigh, she tucked the blanket around him even more snugly than before, then rose from the bedside. Extinguishing the torch that lit his room, she left, closing the door behind her with care. In the dim stillness of the house, she paused, looking out through the small window at the darkened village. Her thoughts turned inward as she whispered to herself: "I hope, at least, that you'll be able to live a life free from war..."

Determined not to take the easy way out, Mo Shen decided to take control of his fate, even if it means enduring soul-crunching pain from a young age. Rather than taking what was handed to him on a silver platter, he'll crush it and devour it even if it means fighting a death battle of survival. He won't allow himself to be played by anyone, not even fate or luck. With such a strong willpower, how will he not succeed?

Updates every Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Sunday. ~~~~~ Heh, 7 deadly sins? More like 7 lively virtues. ~~~~~ *Buzz* Red Alert- An AI has gone out of control, everyone is requested to stay at home -*Crunch* "Surprise Muthafuka" ~~~~~ *Glug* *Glug* 'Where am I? I think, this is netherworld? Water everywhere, so I fell directly into the yellow springs.' "You're awake uncle Zen?" 'Huh? This voice....prince Tian? Wait, did young master accompany me to the netherworld! How!? Who killed him inside the imperial palace!' "Guess you are awake..." "This lowly slave greets your highness!" "Wait, my voice?" "En. Now then, before you ask anything, I have a question for you uncle." "Please ask right away!" "You were completely loyal to my mother and even died for her cause without blinking an eye, so... can you swear your loyalty to me now?" "Your servant was always loyal to you when he was alive, and he will even be loyal to you in the netherworld!" "Netherworld? Pfff hahahahaha!! *Ahem* Well, that's that, but you won't have to serve me in the netherworld." "Ahh? Then how shall I serve you after death?" "No No uncle Zen... you are a bit out of line." "YOU SHALL SERVE ME IN DEATH!" ~~~~~ "Old man Zen, fancy seeing you here." "Huh...Zhu, it's you? you also kicked bucket?" "Haha, talk for yourself, I knew you would serve in death too!" "Well, are you ready for the upcoming war?" "His Majesty protects! For a god like our lord, I shall lay down my life once more!" ~~~~~ "Weapons!" "CHECKED!!" "Emperor!" "PRAISED!!!!" "For Battle!" "READY!!" "Morale!" "STEADY!!" "Tomorrow we fight! For the Emperor!!!!" "FOR THE EMPEROR!!!!!!"

Clyde is a 27-seven-year-old unemployed drug addict who's given up on life. No, life gave up on him as did his friends and family, and with a cancer-ridden body, he barely convinces himself to not commit suicide but he slips and falls to his death anyway thanks to his bleeding dick. He wakes up in a cave in a much younger body and rejoices only to be eaten alive by slimes. Yet at the very last second, he crunches on a slime core, killing the thing killing him. And though he dies, he awakens something. The slime system. But can he awaken the mega slime system and destroy the world? [Would also Release this on RR And SH]

Hey! I am Jorge... No Alex. In my past life, I was a YouTuber but died at the hands of an extreme feminist because I said something about women. Ahem! Anyways, I was reincarnated in a world of magic and sword as the youngest son of the king of the Alexia empire and my mother is a former servant. Why does my story sound like a main character story? Fuck! Main Character. I am going to live my life peacefully, unlike those brain-dead bastards. But I didn't know what was going to happen in the future. Because of me being talentless, I and my mother were sent to the Ront region. This city was in the worst condition. There were corrupt officers and so I had to step up and help the city's citizens. Not for them but for myself. But I didn't know they would send someone to assassinate me. Crunch-Crunch This was the time I regret not practising. Stab The assassination was a success. "Fuck This life!" At the last moment of my life, I pleaded to god to reincarnate me to a peaceful world. But I didn't know the necklace I accidentally found would be a cheat. ... Howdy readers, English is not my first language, so expect some grammatical mistakes. Anyways, have a good day. .... The cover is mine. Made by ai

Henry an intelligent and former professional fighter was left abandoned and betrayed to die. He awakens in his next life with a unique power in this world of magical nature. Will he be beaten down by this world and its residents or will it be him who they will come to fear. --------------------------------------- Hi everyone, thank you for taking time out of your busy day and reading my story. I began writing because I simply couldn't find stories similar to what I wrote and for those that are written, I have already read them. Or they go on indefinite Hiatus and then I feel empty inside. What to expect? -Strong Mc to even more OP MC -MC is Cold and Cunning / If he does something out of good will, it is because it will benefit him. -MC is Non-Human -Side characters that each serve their purpose / and aren't just forgotten. -Slow paced build up and a few time skips but small jump skips. -Decent World building is a must -No Harem/ but some small romance -Kingdom building -System/ but won't focus too much on crunching numbers. It will be kept at reasonable numbers. -1 chapter a day keeps the reader at bay. -Each chapter is 1,300 to 1,700 words. Hope you guys enjoy my story, honestly any feedback would be nice so I may improve the story. I'm flying blind here so far. Have a nice day! :D

A newborn Vampiric demon otherwise destined for death in the horrid realms of her home, Reais, finds suffering in human hands instead. Named Lavinia, she searches her home and the realms inbetween, uncovering their secrets as her ignorance blossoms into shrewd certainty. She will have to murder the last human slaving her, Henry Vanavil, the Soul Reaver. Expect; - Dungeons, apocalypse, and other hellish settings - Monster hunting(won't be a main thing until later chapters) - A simple LitRPG system that enhances the story without overwhelming you with number crunching. - A bit of murderhobo-ing - Dumb to smort/ Weak to over-powered - Number of questionable moments

Amongst the thousands of games in the world, "Pure Resonance" holds the title of the most owned and played game in the world. Selling more than 200 million copies worldwide, Pure Resonance stands on top of the gaming industry with its next-to-real graphics and likeliness to the real world. From the gaming hardware designed personally for the game to the device needed to play. Making the game a VRMMO than just any other MMO made a drastic change in the age in its genre, and in gaming as well. The theme and setting of the most stunning game had a variety of options to choose from as it was a crossbreed of a Fantasy and Sci-fi world. Swords, guns, magic, and other various types of weaponry were accessible within the game, but the main focus that brought attention was the idea of the pro league tournaments and skills that every player could learn from training and enduring for hours crunched within the game. Tournaments could be held, or made, for anything, or at any place. The idea of tournaments ignited the idea for nations to choose representatives to represent their country within the global tournaments, "Arena of Champions", which had a tremendous grand prize for the victor. The winner of the tournament received a title, a trophy, and a payment of billions in one's national currency. The prize money alone grabbed attention and ignited the "Gamer Revolution" that made people play the game even more for the idea of winning a lifetime achievement. Three years since the game launched there had been countless winners to the global tournament, and amongst the winners was one of the world's highest-ranked players who had grabbed more than three-quarters of victories within all tournaments. They hold the title of being undefeated with their name making them anonymous to the identity behind their avatar. They kept their appearance and name hidden from the world with their name branded on everything as "Jinx".

Claire lives in a world where dragons, werewolves, vampires and other supernatural beings treat humans as meat and toys. All she wants to do is live a simple life away from anything that goes bump in the night. She does well, until the Dragon King sniffs her out, along with his werewolf mate. How will Claire adjust to the terrifying new turn her life has taken? *Trigger Warning* This story is much darker than my others. There are themes of abuse and suicidal ideation. Please consider this before reading. ________________________________________ "She smells good, doesn't she Bennett?" The deep timber of the man's voice rings out through the still night and my body shivers in fear and disgust. Suddenly another man is at my side, twining his fingers through my hair. I can't see either of them clearly in the dark. The man, Bennett apparently, leans down close to me and takes in a large lungful of my scent as well. My knees begin to shake in terror and a low growl rumbles from his chest. "She does smell good. She's pretty too." He says, pecking a kiss to my cheek. My face crunches in despair as I try to pull from their hold. "Let me go." I beg and the first man chuckles. "Awe. The little human is nervous." He says, amusement evident in his voice. A sob breaks from my lips as I try to pull my arm from his grasp. "You're hurting me." I say, tugging my arm again. "Let her go, Rowan." Bennett says, making the larger man grunt. "Don't get attached to her. You know what happened to the last one.".

"Bye guys." I said as I walked out of school I had been having trouble with chemistry class so Mrs. Hill suggested that I started going to the after school study groups. The only problem is the group finishes at 8:30. I opened the door and the cold December air whipped my hair in my face. I started walking from Hunters Hollow high to my house. I took the woods since it was quicker than the sidewalk. I walked into the woods. The snow crunched beneath my winter boots as I made my way closer to home. I thought I heard another pair of footsteps following behind me. I kept going thinking my mind was playing tricks on me. I kept hearing it, finally giving in I looked around. I took my backpack off my back and go my phone out and turned on my flash light. I picked my backpack up and slung it back on my shoulder. "Hey, who's there?" I called out *** Read and find out what happens to Adena and the rest of the characters.

Marlin is a normal male hunter tribesman. One day he dies. He is now reborn in the body of a baby who has been abandoned in the middle of a forest. Dying over and over with no way out he dies an excruciating death over and over by the hands of hungry wolves. After experiencing the taste of death countless times he then hears a voice in his head. [Achievement unlocked! Die 100 times] [User is granted 1000 Points] [Shop is now available] Now what? (Story inspired by cjet799's story 'Perks of Immortality'. I haven't seen many books like PoI so i decided to make a book using the concept of PoI. I will try my best to make my story distuingishable from his. btw his story is on RoyalRoad.

Fan Huang is a smart young boy who lives with his abusive 2 faced auntie. One day an immortal comes one day to their village to announce the entrance exam for the Fleeting Cloud Sect. Fan Huang runs away from home to the sect in hope for a new life away from his auntie but realizes his talent is mediocre at best. Watch as Fan Huang as he walks towards his path to find the meaning of Dao.

WATAK ❤️CINTA PANDANGAN PERTAMAKU : ❤️MELISSA (MEL) ❤️ CRUNCH (ADAM) ❤️ANIS (NIS) ❤️NISA ❤️ASMA

Zamia gave her everything for the crown She excelled both in arts and science, too many from which she could chose but a childish dream was all to make her throw them away. Her beauty was extraordinary, her talents would take too many days to count for yet when she got the crown there was no deafening applauds, no confetti, no media nothing but only the smell of damp leaves, splash of water from stream, fungus on rotting tree stumps, rustle of roosting birds, twigs snapping, curious sounds, eerie noises, whispering trees, ferns like green fountains and a crunch of dried bracken underneath. Still in her black gown and a crown on her head, she was stupefied, what handsome prince what assassin if you want it - take it, she just want to enjoy the taste of her fruits, SHE WANT HER WORK PAID OFF! "Now that you have restored my stone heart my heart solely beats for yours the deed you've done must be paid as my employee the payment is -'i'm yours' " What payment what work she clearly is still unemployed yet how come this boss suddenly dropped from the sky giving her the payment, its good she is employed now but why is this payment like a punishment to her..... TOO AMBIGUOUS Aah!

This is going to be an archive of the poems written by pickle and dill under various circumstances. They could vary in size depending on what we want to do. We may also independently publish poems on our own to get an edge on each other going forward with this Furthermore, there are plans to maybe publish short stories together under “unique” circumstances for fun. I hope you all enjoy.

This world became a playground for various other worlds. Every living creature was digitized and awaited the endless slaughter and torture of the players from other worlds. Yi Zheng, who had become a mob rabbit in the Beginner's Village, decided to lead a group of rabbits. They sprinted across the grasslands, did crunches, bench-presses, rowing, and swimming etc. A year later, when the players descended, they saw more than just a group of small monsters. They saw an army of terrifying, demonic, muscular rabbits! The Rabbit King sitting on the throne high above waved a carrot as he threatened, “From this day forth, don’t even think of leaving Beginner's Village!”

"20 years ago, you killed my father, my mother and my entire clan. But you didn't know that I survive the calamity. This 20 years, I've been training like a demon. I do everything for the sake of revenge. I even have forsaken my human form and made a pact with the devil. I abandon everything just for this moment. Now I will" CRUNCH CRUNCH MUNCH MUNCH "You talk too much. Not yummy, disgusting taste."

Hearts asunder, love in the air, time crunching, very little to spare. Hearts racing, desires wanting, a simple question, to quench that yearning.

I don't remember much of my life before what I am now. A re-occurring nightmare of violence, pain and darkness greets me every so often to remind me of the fact that I was once something beyond what I am now. The loom of a big metal grill, the crunch of cement as the vehicle hopped the curb. The sickening crunch of an impact and then the tell tale thump thump, thump thump... as the wheels bounced over a broken tattered form. Heart rending pain then stillness. No wailing sirens, no screaming people. Such solitude. Did I die? Where am I? Is anyone there???? I'm scared. Please can anyone answer me?? Silence and darkness. Is this all the after life is? Empty loneliness? Will I go mad? Please! There has to be someone! Anyone! Please! I'm scared! Nothing. I'm alone. . . . . . . ~ Crack ~ A sound?! I'm not alone! HELLO! Answer me please! Who's there?! ~ CRACK ~ ~ CRACK ~ What is that? Is that light? I CAN SEE! Wait. What the hell is this? Is that me? No... No way.... I'm a dungeon?! note: Cover art isn't mine, should the owner require me to remove it i shall comply. note 2: This is a little bit of inspiration that came while reading Wolfick's Illicitious Dungeon, go give that one a read!

******* paused *******  Have you all heard the classic Cinderella story?  Ivy is a perfect example of a real-life Cinderella story. She lives with her evil adoptive family. An evil father and two evil siblings, a brother and sister. Her adoptive mother is the kindness and actually treats Annabel as her daughter. She was actually the one to pick her.  Her adoptive siblings always make her do stuff for them, they always use the excuse 'well, we are older.' She was too naïve.  Ivy is 20 and a fashion designer. She started when she was 18 and then it was going well. She earned enough money to move away from her home and buy a small apartment for herself.  But now, her business is decreasing, and she is earning less money and is in debt. She is only two steps shy of getting kicked out of her apartment and she would have only two choices left to live:  1) Back with her adoptive family. 2) On the streets.  What will happen when the CEO of Allenson Corporations offers her a helping hand, willing to give her everything she wants,  -A roof over her head -A warm bed to sleep on -Food -Clean water -Her business  All of that and so much more, but of course nothing in life is free. He just wants one thing in exchange...  Her...  Selling herself to the CEO just to save her fashion business. What a risking thing to do.  *****  [January 18th, 2017] [12:30 A. M] Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! A tall man walked up to the young pale female who was wrapped up in her blankets covered in snow. He slowly crouched in front of the girl and placed a warm hand gently on her forehead. Feeling the warm hand, Ivy came from her slumber and her emerald green eyes started into his warm brown eyes.

The soft crunch of the trees on the ground made her wistful. They were a faded, shredded tapestry of autumn, she thought as she remembered the crisp golden hues and the vibrant oranges that had blanketed the forest floor the last time, she had visited it. Wait, the last time she visited? She suddenly realizes where she was, it was that old bungalow! As she realizes the truth, the beautiful clouds turn into violent storm clouds. The tress dancing with the breeze started shouting and screaming at her. Then she saw someone with shiny silver eyes was staring her from the entrance of the balcony. Salvadora was horrified, she couldn’t move. Suddenly, Rebekah’s silver eyes turned red and blood started to come out of her eyes! But the next thing that happened was even worse, blood started to pool out of Salvadora's eyes too! Her whole face was covered in blood. “Babe, do what’s right, SAVE THE HUMANITY IN YOU!” The next thing that she knew, she hanged herself!

Dark. Darkness. Shadow. Unlit. Gloom, murk, gloaming, tenebrous. Leaden. All synonyms of dark. That is what I came to. A crunch. Sand. Sand is in my mouth. I see a faint yellow in this dark. Colours. Then, I realized. I have yet to open my heavy eyes. Hello! This is a story I've been wanting to write for a while now. I won't spoil the details, as I want you to figure things out along with the main protagonist, who is, for now, nameless. Enjoy.

Sarah, a werewolf alpha with a heavy burden leads her pack on a high stakes mission to confront their sworn enemy, a ruthless Vampire lord who has hatred for werewolves.... What do you think will happen between them?.. do you think it's possible for them to find love?.. Or the jungle will become their battle field?...... Sarah paced at the edge of the whispering woods, the crunch of leaves under her boots breaking the eerie silence. Her pack determined gathered behind her, their eyes reflecting the moon light. " Tonight we end centuries of fear!". She muttered under her breath, her gaze piercing through the darkness.....

Before I knew it... I was running. I was running as fast as I could, to get away. I had to get away. I couldn't stay here any longer. I could hear the tree branches crunching as they moved to catch up to me. I had one thing on my mind: Run... and don't stop. As I glanced back to see how close they were, I tripped.  I didn't move. I couldn't move. I could feel the coldness from the ground and my head throbbing with pain. This was it... defeat. My one chance to escape and I failed. I would never get to see my real family again, my home... all because of the blood that runs through my veins.

Kathy Hung trata de culminar sus estudios de enfermeria. Tambien trata desesperadamente de mantenerse a flote en medio de vivir sin apoyo familiar, inmersa en una permanente crisis economica. Siempre hay un suceso fortuito, un hecho, un acontecimiento que cambia la vida . Kathy Hung es una de esas pocas personas que sale de su rutina. Acontecimientos que involucra a su "crunch" Tomas Zhao, a Ken Zhao padre de Thomas.Ye ye y Melissa Feng dos jovenes policias involucradas en un extraño caso, que los lleva a todos a involucrarse con el conde Qiang y su tragedia amorosa, que involucra a Mek Su y Akame. Una aventura que transpasa el tiempo, en un ambiente de guerra, traiciones, amores imposibles y una valentía sin límites.

Ava had enough, as she slowly seek to die but something happens that change her life! ____________________ There is almost a constant roar, almost ruining his concentration. He shakes his head, trying to wave away the storm’s efforts to distract him. His paws crunch the grass beneath him as he treks deeper into the forest. Trees loom before him, casting their dark shadows over his furry form. Danger is in every direction. But he does not hesitate. He is fearless. The presence is growing stronger, the wind sending the scent to his nose. It is a sweet fragrance, one he has never smelt before; a curious mix of strawberries, bananas, some flavor he cannot distinguish, and a tiny splash of mint. It is a delight, an intoxicating smell that he will remember forever, even when this "it" is long dead. He has never experienced this aroma around a werewolf before. This smell is so sweet, he wonders if a human could have actually wandered into their midst. Humans generally have nice smells, although none as delightful as this one.

Who’s the big bad, fire-breathing, knight-crunching, castle-pillaging dragon? Well, honestly, not Faffy, the baby dragon. Between dodging experience-starved players in the game world of 7EVEN, and trying to conquer the Dragon Clan that banished her family - Faffy just wants to become a [PROTAGONIST] and make her sire proud. The only problem? Faffy was tiny, timid, weak and always hungry. That, and the fact the 7 deadliest threats in the world are hell-bent on hunting her tiny hind scales. Our little hatchling will need to survive swords, magic, the occasional damsel in distress and even missing snack time. To at least be a little special - to be a [PROTAGON-ISH].

Foo, a bright young man that happens to be a computer genius, who excels in life by taking shortcuts when possible. If life was a game, he would definitely pick the easiest mode. Exams in school? Just read all the books once, and make sure you don’t forget the contents. Looking for a job? Make sure everyone around the boss knows just how perfect you are for the job. Having others bragging about your excellence is more trustworthy and gives plausible deniability. Quiz time? Let me just start my special search engine's voice recognition. Competing in soccer? Aw, how unfortunate, the opposing team 'somehow' got their clothes filled with itch-inducing powder, leading to a walkover. Playing a FPS game? Well, lets just have my own mouse driver software get some headshots while I watch a movie. It’s perfectly legit, as it just speeds up the response time so that it clicks before I even get to the computer. Gambling sites and online casinos? Data-mining, number-crunching and image recognition! By utilizing computer knowledge, solving problems is easy! Some might get jealous, but hey! Just be like me, and use your brains for once! However, in the modern era, the gangsters and other shady businesses are moving their turfs towards the internet and gaming circles. What happens when they realize that Foo was a threat to their profits? Well, no suspense here, they killed him. That’s the end of story... if you are to believe the god that greets him after his death. However, can this story get a fresh new start when Foo somehow ends up in a game-like medieval fantasy world? Or will the lack of modern tools, like his beloved computers or other modern conveniences, cut his story short yet again? ------------------------------ Also, thanks to SageDrunkKitty and Remteldanmarkius for proofreading the synopsis! Any errors still there are their fault! The fact that I might not have listened on them does not automatically make it my fault, okay?

In a world where villains are made, and heroes were born. The opposing communities cursed each other till they reach their graves, decades of non-stop fighting and voices that never lowered. Villains were unfortunately causing buildings to come crumbling down to pieces, houses left to be ashes blending in with the dirt. Cities was left astray, only being a part of memories on those who have lived in those parts. Fragile shards could be heard crunching as those who have never left those cities steps a foot on the parted pieces. Younger generations clasped their hands, praying to be influenced by a hero one day, or atleast someday. Although their fate couldn't be predicted... If they have become a villain, they shall pursue their duties as a villain.