Arena of Fate Oneshot: Fenrir was the Father of Wolves. The Slayer of Odin. But even he was unprepared for the horrors unleashed by Little Red Riding Hood.
Poem: There's only so long you can watch the Flappy Bird before being inspired by its majesty. Or ineptitude. One or the other.
Oneshot: Did you ever wonder why the heroes of the Radiant and Dire continuously do battle with no rhyme or reason? Did you ever try to look for deeper meaning in the war? Probably not, but that doesn't stop one from trying to do so. And failing miserably.
Oneshot: Brightwing was always eager to make new friends, especially those of the tasty kind. Purple dragons were no exception.
Poem: Humanity thought it could escape war. Could leave it behind. But with the return to Ecosystem Nine, with the resulting conflict with the Beta, Commander Tak had to wonder - was war something humanity could ever escape from?
Oneshot: Every time a Fallen was slain, a wispy white substance erupted from their bodies. Some claimed that these were their souls escaping. After the discovery and destruction of Sepiks Prime, the question had to be asked - did souls exist? And if so, what did that mean?
Poem: The Vikings were lost. Stranded in time and space. Still, they could always count on Freya to aid them.
Blizzard Outcasts/Heroes of the Storm Oneshot: The Butcher loved meat. It made that quite clear. But in the Nexus, strange things could happen. Sometimes, the meat could confront the consumer...
Dawngate Poem: It's never easy waiting for alpha or beta access.
Poem: There's no worse fate than being factionless...
Oneshot: It was inevitable really. Charizard stepping out of Red's shadow, becoming an independent brawler...everyone should have seen it coming. But how did Squirtle and Ivysaur feel about it?
Eterlands Poem: Once, the Eterlands were a realm of beauty. Unscarred by war. But that time was long past.
Oneshot: Fallen. That's how Uriel felt. Abaddon dead, the Hellguard scattered, the doors of Heaven closed off to them. However, as she discovered, angels could fall much further...
Sins of a Dark Age Story: The Waste. A barren stretch of land on the edge of the Empire. Only a few traveled through it. Only a few successfully made the journey. And of those few...well, there are needs in the Empire that the land outside it can't fulfill...
Oneshot: Awoken and humans were different. So different that the former were willing to partake in activities that the latter might find...disturbing. But not so different that they didn't have a sweet tooth.
Aderyn's Cradle/Dark Souls Oneshot: Anora had fallen to the gods. Drangleic had fallen to giants. Yet driven from one world, a ranger could still find solace in the other.
Oneshot: It wasn't too bad being undead, Talion supposed. True, you had the whole rotting body, lack of some senses and the stink factor. But on the other hand, when you got to slaughter every orc you came across, it had its perks as well. Unfortunately, part of the deal included teaming up with a wraith of...dubious, character.
Oneshot: Finally, I had reached the end of my journey. Finally, I had reached the Heart of Ping. Now all I had to do was hope the game didn't suffer any more connection issues.
Poem: "I was raised around people-around humans. Drifter colony bums, I believe, you called them."
Oneshot: On July 20, 1969, it was stated that one small step on the moon was a giant leap for mankind. 35 years later, those words could be said again.