Collab- Colour crisis averted.

Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. -Arthur C. Clarke

In ancient times, many nations wanted to end the reign of the Empire.
One succeeded- Das Konfederaite, a group of people dedicated to respect of the natives and the Nimeans who had the most Kastorium in their blood- Iachae, the Wind Tribe.
All the rest, however, weren't lucky enough to win.
So, they formed the Federation of the Commonwealth, and made a superweapon called the Vehicle of the Lost.
Or at least designed it.
All they actually made of it was its main weapon, the Wailing Warhead, that operated on the...

Although his Majesty had fallen weeks ago, the base of his army- the Arkknights, deadly, loyal, and expendable, as they were made of a special crystal that captured the essence of light- still carried out their las few orders.
Defend the children, protect the Overland, destroy the Peaceables.
In fact, due to them, Taetoro, the Overland, was the only Nimean tribe land to not have been taken by Peacefather.
In any case, this focus on his Majesty's 22 Scout Force, a standard loadout and troop for surveliance- the two troopers carried stealth-dimmed Parallax, the Colourgaurd scouts using efficient,...

The M40 was a rather impressive creation used by members of the USMC worldwide. From the newbies they worked on training, to the battle-hardened Special Ops and Reconnaissance Units.

Originating in the United States of America, the dear weapon has seen some fierce fighting during it's service, having first been created in 1966, including Vietnam, Lebanon, Grenada, Afghanistan, Iraq, and the Gulf War.

Shane Sullen was only a Junior Lieutenant in the Air Wing of the USMC when a M40A3 was thrown in his hands, as he was pushed out to defend his country. It wasn't an easy job to lug around the Sniper-...

Years of distrust and unrest finally took its toll on the long-aloof Royal Family.
Everyone was abducted, overthrown in everything but name, and replaced by a sinister man named Peacefather. With a silver tongue and the wit of a lifetime politician, he captivated the hearts of many Nimeans, and even more Mortals.
It was an unholy union, the Mortal League and New Parliament forging an alliance. The Common Infiltrators were the few left loyal to the Crowns, and even they were barely able to fight off the League.
They were all contained in a place called the Tower of Atlantis, to which we now go......

The cold night air bit at the young wolf's skin as he leapt from rooftop to rooftop, with the practised ease of one who had been doing such activities for years.

It seemed only natural to him now; The feeling of the wind in his fur as he hurtled across buildings and over the city at speeds that, thus far, none had rivalled.

Tonight, however, if one were to look up from one of the many dingy back-alley's of the Urban jungle, they might have caught a glimpse of something more than the dark wolf's form leaping across the cityscape.

For tonight he was playing a game with the young woman riding on...

Okay guys, ages ago I attempted to do the 100 themes challenge and got bored and gave up. I've decided to try again with a fresh start.

I'm going to aim for each story to be between 150 and 500 words, but that may change later on.

This article is a reference point, that I'll come back to every now and then. Why? Because whenever a piece is completed, I'll edit this article to add in a link to the finished work.

If you want me to attempt a certain challenge from the list, then please leave a request with me and I'll see what I can do.

If you want your character in one of the challenges also, please...

"Shit! Shock, MOVE!" Light yelled, grabbing Shock's arm and pulling him out of the way a bare second before an animated corpse flung itself at him, teeth bared.

Bringing his claws forth, Light, as the only one on the team immune to the virus going around, slashed right through the beast's head, trying to prevent the sick giggle from rising in his throat. Failing at doing so, he cracked into laughter as the body slumped, blood gushing from the wounds raking it's chest and face.

"Light... That isn't funny..." Shock said dubiously, clearly a little frightened of his brother's sadistic behaviour....