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Sage Preston was an avid Pokemon GO player, often being told to be more careful. He almost had collected every Pokemon, he only needed one more. It was something that hikers had occasionally spotted in the hills nearby on Route 46. He impressed himself by how much more physical that playing this game had made him, he never could have imagined himself out in nature like this. Yet here he was, and there it was. His battery was low, he needed to swap for another powerpack. He had to be fast before he missed his chance, but he fumbled the pack into the wet leaves.

As he dug around frantically for it, he was totally oblivious to the ledge nearby. His mud soaked sneakers kept slipping and still he didn't notice the ledge while he searched for the battery. Until he saw where it was, and reaching for it, disaster struck as the ground beneath him gave way completely. His last conscious observation was of falling...

Another failed attempt. Gideon Quinn could only watch as hell's fury had come to claim the souls of this timeline. It was time to try again. But this time things were strange... Had he gone too far back?

Lieutenant Riya Contreras was the rock in her squad. She was tough as nails to everyone under her command, but underneath her tough-guy facade she was full of pride, watching them become everything she always knew they could. She was obsessive with their well-being, always controlling the missions beyond her station. She spent countless hours in the simulations, going over worst-case scenarios. The AI began to adapt to her in order to increase the challenge, and even began including human opponents. There seemed to be one that was reoccurring, the file name for the entity was Aisha Welch, and she was fierce.

Contreras would often pull off the simulation goggles in a sweat, breathing laboriously. She took a break from the sims for a time. More and more the sirens went off, space had managed to once again produced some new kind of terror. One day while her squad was responding to an abduction, she had an encounter like nothing that had come before. With grim efficiency, the fighting was quickly over---she had finally given into her teammates' protests and gave them the space they deserved, and the results showed. But after everyone had reported in and were making their way back to the dropship, Contreras found herself alone. She found she had lost all communication with her team. The air was thick in the Bayous. The fog danced around the weird vegetation, and more and more Contreras became certain that the mist concealed one more invader. She called out to her squadmates, again and again. She grew more and more desperate...her pistol rapidly seeking a mark that surely eluded her. Then she saw it, and her heart sank...the limp bodies of her squadmates, and standing beside them was...was...

Was it a trick? No. It was her! It was pure spine crawling horror...Brought to life by some unfathomable dark magic, made flesh and blood. It was Riya Contreras! And by her feet was Aisha's beloved squadmates, forever still. The strange alien plants felt like they were closing in, and she couldn't breath. Then, in a blinding green pulse everything became nothing.

Hugo Everett was a common thief. His friend Jimmy always said that he had no sense for his own safety. One day a gypsy came to town, and danced in the market like a pink pixie. She floated and swayed in her foreign dress, and she seemed to be dancing just for him. She was devastatingly beautiful, but more important to Hugo was that she was covered from head to toe in jewelry.

Later that night under a full moon he snuck in to her carriage. The threshold was marked by odors of exotic perfumes and incense. She was fast asleep, and he would not make a sound. As he hastily lined his pockets he took notice of the gypsy's many strange objects and talismans. He was just as surprised at how stupid his distracted state was: Of course a wondering gypsy would accumulate such baubles, it's in their nature to do so. Yet still his eyes lingered on them, especially a crystal ball. The last thing he saw was the gypsy's reflection...

Two equestrians made their way through a valley. King Izabelle Horne and Madame Trinity Chandler, her ace knight number one, and monster hunting specialist. Among the sun bathed hills, they took in the rich air of the fields surrounding them, now far and away from the harsh desert where they had met. The desert where they had encountered the giant snake that had designed to make a meal of them. Instead, thanks to a hurried alliance, they overcame the beast, and escaped the slain serpent's domain. Then, they had traveled across the land together, crossing paths with wizards and merchants. They had continued on towards the lush mountains where they prepared themselves for whatever this cruel land had in store for them next...

As quickly as the thunderstorm had rolled in, the floods were upon them like a raging bull. The riders raced to higher elevation, but in the wind and the rain and confusion they had gotten separated...

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Two doomed souls awaken in a thunderstorm. To the west at the foot of the hill a mist rises up from fast moving flood waters, what ever may lie beyond is obscured. To the south the sound of galloping comes to a halt. Neighing reverberates across the rain-swept fields. Flashes of lightning reveal the dim silhouette of a powerful creature rearing up on its' hind legs, and that of its' armored rider.

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The knight rides northwest.

The sniper walks south. In the rain, the south-most tree begins to...dance! It waddles northward a bit.

The sniper pulls out their pistol and silences their breathing...

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"Where did my King get to?"

The sudowoodo makes a frantic swipe towards anything hiding in the rain north-west of them, but as far as they can tell, they were the only one hiding this time.

The prove too choppy for the knight's horse to attempt to traverse, and the powerful animal begins to panic.

The knight's shall not be interrupted. The rider begins to move away from the rapids that were upsetting the horse, but in the commotion the sniper fires a red-hot laser! The knight raises their just in time, agitated. It seems they are stuck here with this opponent for now.

The sudowoodo begins frantically flailing its' arms in the rain as it moves northward. The sniper similarly heads north and ducks behind another plant, and one that is hopefully less...lively.

The sniper points their laser pistol over their cover in anticipation.

The rain rapidly begins to thin and then the sun finally breaks through the bleak storm clouds. Sure enough sign, that the flood waters and mist should also clear up soon...

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Aisha glanced from her position at the two others nearby.

"I am a knight errant, but I have been separated from my king."

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Two doomed souls awaken in a thunderstorm. To the east at the foot of the hill a mist rises up from fast moving flood waters, what ever may lie beyond is obscured. To the south the sound of galloping comes to a halt. Neighing reverberates across the rain-swept fields. Flashes of lightning reveal the dim silhouette of a gallant creature rearing up on its' hind legs, and that of its' regal rider.

These souls collectively have an odd sense of deja vu, followed by a vivid premonition of some battle that took place...no...is taking place east across the flood rapids. But they have only a moment to consider this vision. The ground shakes and there to the sound of heavy impacts. Some of which splash-down heavily into the water at distant sites, and an electric surge arcs between them. These massive can be seen through the heavy rain by their cryptic soft blue gleam. Something massive to the north is standing up on four legs...

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Having just been discovered in their night errand, the thief was already panicked before his transport to this new alien setting. A setting where a loud thunderstorm now enveloped him, causing him to drop miscellaneous baubles and fine jewelry as their quaking legs threatened to give out. He looked around frantically as strangers were closing in on him with weapons drawn. Lightning flashed over and over like a blacksmith marrying hammer to anvil, and the terror rattled his bones. His jaw dropped as he gazed upon a menacing machine as big as a castle, lifting up a small mountain. It then clamped shut as he clenched his chest and doubled down. It was there that Hugo Everett, common thief with grand ambitions had succumb to a fatal heart attack, on a nameless rainswept valley in The Grid.

The valkyrie king continued to ride north, turning to stop at a small patch of forest to the west. The assault south, stopping to look suspiciously between two nearby patches of forest.

The assault raised their rifle and sprayed bullets into the trees in two volleys. The king saw the gun flashes from across the rainy plains that separates them. Above something impossibly big was moving through the air. The rider galloped and out of harms way just in time. The boulder crashes down, the shockwave expelled a wave of various rock and wood debris throwing the assault eastward.

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The THIEF was eliminated.

Is this a medieval world or something? Hopefully they can understand.

these don't look like the aliens. Perhaps I can get their aid. Of course, they still need to hear me from all the way over here.

The valkyrie king continues north and the assault heads that way aswell, while the boulder mech walks southeast a bit. Their previously thrown boulder quickly becomes riddled in cracks from the trembling steps.

The assault their rifle. The rain rapidly begins to thin and then the sun finally breaks through the bleak storm clouds. Sure enough sign, that the flood waters and mist should also clear up soon...

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