Percy

took in a deep, long breath. He clenched his teeth, his body sweating. Three hours…three long hours waiting and at last…the target as in sight.






Don’t screw this up. Don’t panic. Take the shot. Just…take the shot. Your team is counting on you. Your comrades NEED you to carry them. Nobody else can do what you do with a sniper

The city of Cornerstone was aptly named, a cardinal focal point at which the fantastical met the strange. It was not uncommon in the slightest for passersby on your trip through the towering skyscraper-laden western wing of the city to notice anthropomorphized animals that were wearing human clothing. It was not uncommon to see strange creatures like dragons and elves and ghosts and ghouls and everything in between.

Ellie had been scarcely able to believe what she’d seen, but when her mom had taken her out to a park to see the wild Pokemon in their natural habitat, she’d seen all SORTS of crazy, insane things. But the big thing that she’d noticed…was the Kangaskhan. A big, brown, bipedal Pokemon, it faintly resembled a rather big and muscular kangaroo crossed with a reptile, with a brown hide, large, cream-colored ears, red eyes and on its big belly was a pouch containing it’s baby

Little Jimmy had been alone for a long time ever since his real mother and father had abandoned him, tragically, when he was very young. He’d been sent to the Granite House orphanage after flunking out of other orphanages for the past three years, when he wasn’t on the streets. It had been difficult, he’d put up a strong front, not talking to anybody, mouthing off to the police when they brought him in to try and straighten him out…