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Guild Wars 2 - Chronicles of Tyria Shorts

       Glenn Mark X, my latest Golem invention and the most invincible Asura technology, has been defeated by the inquest's identical module of my creation. I simply couldn't believe all my endless night spent on modifying and testing had been ripped away in this epic showdown.
       My Golem was a total overhaul from the previous invention, it's the predecessor for the new generation of Asura. It has five significant part, from top to bottom: The Head, which is the center control, it perceives what's happening and give commands to the other parts. The Body, fortified with special material and equipped with a modified shield for protection last longer and utilized the energy from the Golem power crystal more efficiently. The Hand, coated in special made Orichalcum and crystal synthesized material, it's both light weight and strong and provides better maneuvers in combat. The Leg, with reorganized circuitry design, gains incredible swiftness. Most importantly, the Heart, the energy source for the Golem, was more powerful than ten normal crystal combined, feeding more juice for the machine.
       Such design was never seen and would hardly be challenged in the coming years, but the inquest, the scum in the slum, is driving me mad.
       Throughout the process of building this mighty Golem, I had done almost all the work by myself to keep it a secret for when something like this happened, I guess someone in my connection must have had leaked the blueprint to the inquest - a spy, yes.
       Who would it be I wondered. Ever since I had worked on this project, I had met Tom the supplier with his minion, Jack the worker. Cat the alchemist, and a Charr with a name so provocative that I dare not say it out loud, the name is Shet from the Black Citadel.
       Tom is a good friend of mine, we know each other some other day in the woods of Metrica Province. I was there taking a break from work to interact with the nature while Tom was digging ores. We chatted, exchanged some working information and he's been my dedicated supplier ever since. He doesn't seem like the kind of man who would mess up with the inquest, at least he's attentive when I ordered supplies from him.
       His worker, Jack, is the same old wood from the tree, humble and hardworking, never talked much, always carrying the supplies without complaining. Maybe a bit too quiet I suppose?
       And there comes Cat, whose job was aiding me synthesizing materials for later use. She could easily turn everything from anything without failure.
       Sh... Shet, I never really trusted him, apart from the racial thing and his giant hairy body, he didn't really give me a sense of security around him, it is like his presence always makes me uncomfortable and afraid that he would just tear me apart with his sharp claws or eat me alive with his shake-like teeth.
       Who is the spy?

Dayz - Boot camp

       I woke up in a mist with dripping wet military uniform and lying face down on a beach where grass grew wildly, the wave kept pushing me ashore while simultaneously dragging me down. I rolled over facing the murky sky, then stood checking equipment I have: three pack of .45 ammunition were clipped around my waist and a .45 semi-automatic pistol held in the holster. I was carrying a black and sandy camo backpack, I went through the items and found three can of beans and a can of soda, a pack of six bandages plus an adrenaline shot syringe, a compass and a pair of sunglasses.
       In distant the thunder groaned, the rain was getting heavier. I should make haste to some cover before the storm hit. I zipped the bag and ran toward the inner land searching for cover.
       Going deeper, I faced the mountain half covered in cloud, making it difficult to estimate its height. Behind me was the ocean in roar. I could go anywhere but near the water.
        I ventured into the forest with each step taking more energy under the rainfall, it felt like carrying a load of stones instead of supplies that weighted less than comfortable, especially when walking in these wildly grown plants which I had to shove aside every time I progressed forward.
       After 7 miles of hiking, I spotted a one-story farm house uphill across the seemingly abandoned crop field a klick away. I went around the area for a quick scout and found no one in sight. I sprinted near the structure, crouched at about 10 meters away under a cart full of damp hay for cover. I listened and surveyed the site and looked like it had been unattended for quite a while. I could smell a rotten and disgusting stench even though the rain was falling. Dead bodies on the field resembled the shape of farm animals were decomposing, showing bite marks and trails of being feasted on. Some were showing bones, others were missing bones. Torn off by extreme force? What kind of beast this place have certainly terrified me.
       I walked up to the house and tried the doorknob and to my expectation, it was unlocked and the room was deserted. I locked the door and threw my bag at the corner. The sleeping room was small, a bed and a drawer at the inner left corner, to my right was the writing desk, and a few cabinets to my left.
       I lit a candle found in one of the cabinets and lowered the blinder on the only window in the room which faced south and aligned with the door. I found some food and things that might be useful: sodas, bottle of Aspirin with not much left, a flashlight with two batteries, two lighters and a binocular. I moved on to the drawer and to my surprise, the previous owner have left a pack of ammunition but no match to my weapon, still, I took it and clipped it because you will never know when it might become useful.
       Going through the drawer, I also found clothing that matched my size. I soon stripped off the military and soak up the rain with a dry shirt then put on the civilian. I hung the soaking wet uniform on the wire overhead hoping they would be dried off by tomorrow.
       I leaned back on the chair from the desk, picking up the papers sheet by sheet. It was about a contagious disease spreading around town and suggested the receivers to evacuate from it. A black and white family photo tainted with yellow was stapled on a letter - a family of four, father and mother both holding their children not older than 5. I gently stroked across the photo, wishing them well.

Nature

       The wind were howling outside, another strong gust of it came and teared the windows frame from the structure and slammed it to the pavement. Glass shattered in every direction reflecting shades the gray and cloudy sky into a colorless world with just the light, black and white.
       Plants on the balcony couldn't put up a fight when being pushed down a flight of merely three stories without mercy, the whole ceramic red container went boom as it kisses the cement. One followed by another, all suffered the same fatal injury. Lilies, roses, all those plants that were in the open, now gathered on ground, moaning for the last time of their pathetic short spans of life. Even when the sun were shining, water were adequate, the time to blossom hasn't arrive yet, gave them a few days of patient and they would gift you the most beautiful side in their own way. There were all but dead now.
       The neon signboard flashed and swung violently in front of the restaurant was shaking the nails off, the tension between the chain and the wind strengthen, it was about to surrender. Came another hard blow, the whole thing clanked on the floor, all but scraps of metal, rusty and broken.
       The wind didn't cease the destruction she brought so she invited a partner in crime. The rain was furious that she had missed so much fun and opened with dogs and cats thumping on people in display of her anger. Thunder were waken by the two's foolishness and decided to punish them by calling down the lighting, loud, fast and flashy.
       Now that the trio gathered their power, devastation await.
       Over the horizon, they saw their mutual target, the seemingly endless ocean with life. Wind blew harder, rain dropped heavier, thunder clashed louder. The ocean endured the damage and took it all.
       They sighed in union and disbanded their party and went solo.
       Meanwhile on the other side of the earth, snow was having fun with the commons. She scattered custom made snowflake on to the ground in a slow and elegant motion. They quickly evaporated, leaving the people wandering in the open wishing for more. She likes the laughter of the children, so innocent and at the same time, fragile. A lot of time she was trying to impress them by making a snowstorm, which is what she's good at, even the scientist said that it was impressive and unbelievable. However, in the process of making it, she also infected them with cold, brought them resting on bed far longer than spending time outdoor.

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