Duster

"Asshole, you're hurting me, be gentler…" "Heh, don't you like it rough?" ... Most fatally, she was wearing only a thin spaghetti-strap nightgown, revealing large swathes of lovely scenery with her damp hair draped to one side, holding a feather duster in her hand… On the bed was a man with a hood on his head, his hands and feet bound, much like a slave.

A world with many intelligent races and sentient creatures where humans are one of the weakest beings. Their high intelligence and low combat ability made them a target for other races. But humans were able to manifest unique magical abilities that helped them survive and eventually carve their existence as one of the five main races in the continent. They each established separate kingdoms and peace reigned over land. But beneath the surface, the war raged on as each race continued to conceive conspiracies to gain supremacy. In a world where strength equals survival, 15 year old Duster was as plain as can be. He was one of the rare regulars with no magic abilities of his own. But as a massive continental shift opened a pathway to the other side, Duster found an ancient world artifact that changed his destiny.

Status: On hiatus indefinitely, because I'm going to be busy and the story is now at a place where it needs major reconstruction. Only twenty-six years old, the young gunslinger, Curt, believes he is falling to his death in the clouds. However, he ends up being saved by a young girl with an aptitude for magic in a world he'd only heard of in legends. Going with the flow only takes him so far, and Curt soon finds himself burdened with more responsibility than he bargained for -- including the fate of the two worlds. Detailed Synopsis: Curt is a young gunslinger from a small town called Ore Town, situated in a barren wasteland known as the Dusts. While sabotaging the gang threatening his town, Curt is forced to take a leap of faith, literally. He plunges into the sea of clouds expecting death, only to arrive in an entirely new world below the clouds. Saved by a young girl using magic, Curt isn't too sure what to make of his second chance of life. When he meets a fellow Duster who had fallen years ago, he's roped into becoming second-in-command of a brand new guild. Guild duties aren't easy, especially as Curt is tasked to recruit fighters to take on the Grand Guild Tournament, where the winning guild takes home an enormous prize pool -- and most importantly, a mysterious ticket to the fabled "Star City" that exists above the clouds. ================ Written for fun. Little to no editing/proofreading (so beware of occasional typos). Sporadic updates, but the plot is more or less at least planned out. ================ Very loosely based off/inspired by lore from the video game, Dungeon & Fighter (particularly the intro). No knowledge of the game is required, though there might be scattered references/easter eggs. https://socreecree.wordpress.com/

Dave is a simple 21 y.o. man, who has been yearning for a Fulldive VR system and an MMORPG that fully takes control of these, just like the kind he reads about online. Luckily for him, Fulldive systems have popped onto the market, With the launch of the Fulldive system known simply as 'Sand', Due to the sinking feeling you get when you lay in it, an MMORPG just for it arrives, titled Sandshard Online. Action? Check. Classes? Check. Multiple Races to choose from? Check. Romance? ...check...? A full open world? Definitely checked. Dave cant wait to start playing, and creates a character he simply calls Black Halo. (Author here, this is a story I'm doing in my free time, so i cant say i have a schedule. there might be random hiatuses, there might be multiple chapters in a week. It all just depends on inspiration, i guess. And my will to write. So keep this one in your thoughts, please. Also I will be posting this on Wattpad under Swiffer Duster)

As far as the rest of the world knows, it was an accident. A crop duster with a blown engine. No official records of the incident, or even the plane, exist. Uncle Sam's always been good at making his mistakes look like accidents. All we have are memories and rumors: whatever was in that plane leaked out when the pilot suffered "cardiac arrest" and dove into the reservoir. Now we live underground, hiding from ghost seek and destroy teams, or Seekers. We're adapting as time goes on, learning to survive and grow on our own. Who ever said kids can't take care of themselves?