'They've all abandoned me, left me, alone to rot…Hatred, despair, resignation...There was no longer a flicker of hope, It seemed to have sizzled and died…Along with the pain of love I've hold out for him…He took it, he played with it, he left me now…to rot. Everything I saw now was dark, cold, unfeeling….'

"Oh sweet Merlin's underpants," Ron Weasley whimpered, his eyes wide as Galleons as he listened with an expression of utter terror. "She's cursing so bad now that they've even started censoring her!" he whispered, horrified. Crack-fic.

Nine chances. When the world fell into the hands of Uchiha Madara, order was thrown out of balance, destiny was rewritten and Fate...had to intervene. Now the world was given nine chances to reverse the tide to end the war, and Uchiha Madara. And time was of the essence.