Author: Cyborg Writer

  • Chapter 3: The Dungeons

    Chapter 3: The Dungeons

    It had been a while of studying with no results. I decided I needed a break from the library. Rogs was excited about a new dungeon that was on the south side of town. He was saying people were severely outnumbered by the undead, and that we should go help before they clear it out…

  • Chapter 4: Dedication

    Chapter 4: Dedication

    Augmentation magic was simple enough, and could make me look however I wanted. I could pretend to be young for all of my life, but it wouldn’t extend my life at all. Elves had lives that were nearly immortal. They would see several hundred generations of other races come and go, and would keep living.…

  • Chapter 5: The Reckoning

    Chapter 5: The Reckoning

    “You did WHAT?!” The voice was shrill, and full of terror and dread. “You.. WHY?! HOW?! WHAT?!” the screaming and the questions were well earned. I couldn’t help but let a shy smile slip onto my lips. “I hear you, I know. It WAS very stupid. In fact, I knew I couldn’t tell you because…

  • The Girl from Every World

    The Girl from Every World

    I could move. I was a scientist in my world. I studied the idea of parallel worlds. I found that something interesting happened when you died. The basics of the matter were that in quantum mechanics, every possible outcome is equally valid and exists right up until the moment you consciously perceive a certain outcome.…

  • Chapter 1: The Run

    Chapter 1: The Run

    She was the problem. She had always been the problem! Of course this had turned out poorly, when she had been told by Edain that it would. No time to wish things weren’t falling out of alignment right before her eyes. She needed to get out of here.  There was a cable hanging from a…

  • Chapter 2: The Funeral

    Chapter 2: The Funeral

    Kizry sat in horror at the tavern with the party. Shock hadn’t finished working it’s way through her system. Anger still held Kat as well, and it was pointed directly at Kizry with a fire and burning hatred only possible of someone who had lost a very close friend. Oddly enough, the Orc was the…