Specimen #069
 
 
The guard felt his eyes glaze over as he scanned over the parking lot. Watch duty was always the worst, but it was especially boring at night. He was working at a top-secret government facility! He would have thought there would be something more exciting than looking over the scientists’ cars. The guard felt a yawn escape his mouth, and he decided to tune into the facility radio channels. A couple were static, but he finally found an active one. He was going to

A Troubling Curse
 
 
Deep within the ocean, under the rolling waves, far away from what any human will ever see, there is a restaurant. Within this restaurant, two patrons sat across from each other, staring into each other’s eyes intently. On one side sat Tory, a muscular male Scylla. He looks very similar to a normal human, with short, brunette hair and fierce golden eyes. Well-defined pecs emerge from his chest, and an eight pack of abs run down his torso. To either side of t

Lake of “Rage” (Trade)




“Come on, gang! We’re almost there! I know we are close!” Gold marched confidently onward, leading the group on their quest. He knew they were close to the Lake of Rage and closer to his goal of catching the red Gyarados.



“Yeah! I can feel it too!” Crystal was a charming young woman who was equally

All Mine
 
 
  ‘Well this is a load of shit…’ At some point in the night, Diane had transitioned from her soft, comfortable bed to a cold, hard concrete floor. She woke up to the sounds of Salandits talking and found herself blindfolded and cuffed in a cold, dry room with buzzing fluorescent lights. Of course, this was really less like a threat and more like an inconvenience. Diane was unique in the regard that she was a victim of hyperevolution. It was a rare muta