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An aspiring company which produces comics, graphic novels, manga, novels, short stories, poems, music, plays, video games, board games, card games, and LARPG's. We hope to inject our own doses of innovation, quality, passion, diversity in characters, and variety in releases into multiple forms of media.
Some of our planned major titles include Shadowkat, the Emissaries of Justice, Raptor, Nightclaw, Ripper, Arch Eagle, Star Ninja, Blood Moon & Ether, Midnight Owl, Tyron, Fatherland, Metamorphic Trials 101, Razor, Paladins of Order, Grift, Nightshade, and C.E.: Cutting Edge. Some of our core characters include Shadowkat, Sensei Earl, Raptor, Nightclaw, Ripper, Arch Eagle, Cutting Edge, Obelisk, Midnight Owl, Vega, Electric Knight, Archon the Mad God, Ankh, Razor, Marlon Baptiste, Apax, Beetleman, Decibelle, Druid, Wolf, Thorn, and Giles Cory.
Divisions of MW include The Jade (which is an all-ages group, with titles that hit audiences like those of classic Transformers or Danny Phantom) and Vindication Studios (which is a more mature, grounded branch, with titles including dark subject matter like rape, excessive violence, etc.. Not to say non-Vindication titles will not have such subject matter, it's just Vindication is more focused on that type of content).
Anyone who is interested is welcome to join, our idea at MW is "the more, the merrier".
Blood Moon and Ether: WispsThere goes Blood Moon again *sigh* you'd think he'd grow up someday.
"Blood Moon, quit starting fights." I chastised him.
"You what, mates?" Blood Moon asked some punks we'd just seen pick-pocket from an elderly couple "D'ya think you can just steal from senior citizens?"
"Yeah, gots'a problem with that?!"
"Good grief," I said wiping my face and toning down Blood Moon's powers by mind control, "Wrath's going to catch up to us in no time with all of these outbursts."
Blood Moon then pointed at the hood rats and flicked his fingers, causing them to start coughing up blood.
"Guess what, ass hats? I can control darkness. Guess what's inside of you? Answer correctly and I'll stop."
I shielded my eyes as they exploded into bloody chunks.
"Emperor Wrath, I have good news, sir."
"Yes, General Lesion?"
"We've detected a powerful uptick on the Ysiric scale--we've found them again."
"In a small town in Nevada, by the name of Perdition."
Behemoth: Of Fire and AshThe Deadlands are a grim, desolate place, they are the incubator of dismay and death. Reigned by a wide assortment of beasts, only the most capable of men even think of venturing into the Deadlands. To some, the wicked place is home, while others a paycheck. To much fewer, it is both. But only one has made his profession monster slaying, and has actually lived up to the title.
Graham Rutherford hobbled into the Gray Bulwark on a day the sun was particularly low, and one when men were scarcely seen. Rutherford had not often come into pubs, and when he did, not a drop of ale met his lips. Blood, perhaps at times, but not a single beverage. This was no different, and though he had a noticeable limp, he saw no reason to tarry. The sooner he was on his horse, the better.
Graham approached an almost entirely empty table in the dark, dank back corner.
This was a reserved place for a lone man, unless you could pay a certain price. As a silversmith, Graham could make a mighty fine wager, so he
Grift teaserI need to make this video as an archival of everything that's happened to this point. If something happens to me, someone needs to continue my fight.
I guess I should begin with an introduction. My code name is Madhouse, though I suppose my alias won't matter much if this ever does see the light of day...
My actual name is Joshua Collins, and I'm a dumbass.
I'm a dumbass because I let this all happen, my naiveté being exploited in an extremely obvious way.
When I first formed the Aegis Federation, alongside Vagabond, Vagabond's army of shock soldiers that served at his every beck and call, and the late Kaze, I thought we were all in it for the same reason: to protect the innocent, uphold our moral values, yadda, yadda.
It seems I'm a pathological liar whenever I'm talking to myself.
For years, we took down criminal empires, built bridges, co-sponsored charity events, and saved lives.
For years, I stood side by side with Vagabond and his men, Kaze's twin sister Mizu, Romulus, Babir
Gauge: Herald of DeathI got the call for the next mission briefing about a week after the whole Abyssal Void incident. I'd heard something had went down, I just didn't expect something as drastic.
I walked into a small conference room, where there was only four walls, a table with files scattered haphazardly across its surface, a glass of water, two wooden chairs, and a short, plump man with a face contorted by a perpetual war between the fat rolls. He wore a well-tailored suit with some badges pinned to his chest and glasses, and his hair was almost extinct, outside of some patches around either.
"Agent Butler," the man said as I entered the room and crept into the empty seat, "Mind if I call you by your codename?"
"Not at all."
"Good," he said before pulling out a laptop from beneath the table and placing it atop it. "So, Gauge, you may've already heard that Marshall Green has been discharged and detained."
"No... I hadn't. Oh dear. Might I ask for what exactly?"
"You may. For conspiring with the enemy, s
Albatross: Wings of DeathThe name's Barnes. Aaron Barnes.
I'm what they call an agent of subterfuge and subversion. In stupid people's terms, that'd be deception and stealthily destroying things from the inside. I'm the guy who goes in, sneaks through the firewalls and the more material defenses, and steals your shit or sticks a bomb or shuts down your network--for a price. I'm paid top dollar for on a regular basis to destroy rivals, and sometimes that puts me in the crosshairs of those delusional Emissaries of Justice.
I'm called Agent Albatross as my codename, and there's a good reason for that: attached to my spine and arms are bionic wings that grant me the ability to fly and glide at outrageous speeds, allowing me to evade missiles and gunfire with ease, should I get into combat, or gracefully slip through a laser defense grid. I also have blades secured to my wrists, for close quarters engagements, and dual Skorpions, which are small submachine guns which are quite lethal and for longer ranged bouts.
Fine China by Matthew WernerIt was the average Wednesday, no omega-level or world busting threats. Everything was normal; your usual bank robbery or assassination here and there. Today was the latter, or so it seemed.
The red-dot was on a man a good two hundred seventy-five feet away when I tackled the merc. He was one of the few whom I hadn't immediately recognized, so he must've been very new or very underground.
Druid had helped me track him down, and was a few feet away from me.
"Let's take him to one of my hideouts," I said "To identify and interrogate him."
Druid nodded and put his staff on a sling on his back and walked over to help me carry this guy.
We got there less than ten minutes later. Druid opened the door as I carried the assassin, who was kicking and biting like a little toddler, in a fireman's carry. He almost snapped his jaw trying to bite at my armor on the way in. I sat him in a chair in the middle of the room as Druid bound the hitman to it with an enchantment and a ta