Delthea knew two things for sure: she was a gifted Channeler and this was NOT the adventure she was looking for. She wanted to go see the world beyond her village, not be tied down at some academy! Little does she know, her eyes are about to be opened to a world far greater than what she bargained for, and it all starts with a boy who has a habit of talking to himself… (Modern AU)

The war was over. Grima gone and the Grimleal scattered, peace was imminent... Or at least that's what the Shepherds thought to themselves. Now, a new, far more sinister threat looms over the horizon and the Shepherds must make their stand... Except this time, they have no master tactician to save their hides.

"As individuals, we aren't strong. All just human... However, when we fall, it's the team that gets us back up." One man's reminiscence of the past. The past about his team. First Team Fortress 2 FanFic. ONE SHOT.

It was once said that in death, an individual has their entire life played before their eyes, their memories being revisited one at a time. They may still retain a portion of their once lost life during death. In such an unforgiving world of the living dead, how will this play out? It's a kill or be killed world. Rules don't apply anymore. All OC.

They just lived simple, day-to-day lives in the Frontier. But that was subject to change. Soon, they are thrust into a war they had no qualms to fight in and from that point on, their regular lives were lost forever. War. War never changes. But the people that fight in them, they do.

Several years have passed since the last tournament catastrophe. With the Subspace Abominations gone, the worlds are finally back to the way they were before. In peace. But what now? What else could anyone possibly need other than peace? A NEW tournament, that's what. With fighters, old and new, and worlds, familiar and undiscovered, all smashed together once more, hilarity ensues.