Segaverse Story: Sonic was dead at the hands of Infinite. The forces of the Eggman Empire spread across the globe, and outnumbered and outgunned, the Resistance could do little to stem the tide. But months into the conflict, the United Federation was still untouched. So what role, if any, would GUN play?
Oneshot: Hermione had just had her first day of school at Hogwarts. And what better to unwind afterwards than go to the library?
Poem: Stay up late reading books, you're going to wake up tired the next morning. And no amount of magic will change that.
Oneshot: The thing about witch hunts? Muggles burnt their own kind far more often.
Oneshot: Muggles of the world unite, you have nothing to lose but your...okay, not sure what you have to lose per se, but magic's popping up all over London, so you better do something about that.
Poem: We house elves are happy to serve our masters. But a little thanks now and then wouldn't go amiss.
Oneshot: In the desert, I travelled alone. By the fire, I sat alone. And thus, I was alone when the Traveller found me...
Oneshot: The Trials of Strife were designed to train the Army of the Light, a cooperative fighting force that would stand against the Dharkwave. Of course, no-one said that there couldn't be a bit of healthy competition in the midst of said training...
Poem: Arthur Light of British Columbia was a lumberjack. And he was okay with that.
Oneshot: I was meant to be a simple heist, not a FUBAR that got the whole LAPD on our tails. Oh, and did I mention that they had rocket launchers?
Oneshot: The world of music can get pretty strange sometimes...
Over two centuries ago, the 'Northern Star' left Earth, carrying with it the future of humanity. Rhyldan would be that future. But as tensions arose, and as threats persisted, that future was called into question. And all would pay the price.
Midora Oneshot: After the destruction of Seawind, Snow noticed a few constants in the world. There was always a monster to kill, always a quest to fulfill, always a reward to achieve. But sometimes, she just got tired of it...
Dark Raid/Marathon Oneshot: Humans had a tendency to recycle, Durandal noticed. Even their own kind...
Oneshot: Lord Order saw everyone in the Nexus as pawns for his entertainment. And those individuals included the pawns of the Rift...
Oneshot: It's not easy having a game canceled, especially a game that you were meant to star in. Luckily, one is rarely alone in such ignominy.
Poem: It was hard to deal with the rigors of the solar system every day. Still, Holden could at least rely on a constant supply of coffee.
Poem: For long, Perial prayed. And it was a long time before Tehlu answered.
Oneshot: Kyle Reese had expected the mission to 1984 to be as follows - find Sarah Connor, and protect her from a T-800. What he hadn't expected was that T-800 to have already been destroyed, another T-800 already being there to protect Sarah, and Sarah herself not needing protection at all. Oh, and a Terminator composed of liquid metal. Yay.
Poem: Every 22 years, the bioraptors emerged. Every 22 years, they fed.