Camp Fun Massacre:Chapter 1Origins Derek Hanes had never been a popular man, much more was the case in his later years. He was quiet, an introvert and liked nothing more than inventing things and the great outdoors. At Camp Seminole, where he worked as a caretaker, every one from the camp counsellors to the cook spurned him. They had preconceptions that he was miserable, nasty and perverted – there had even been a rumour circling that he had been a paedophile, which resulted in the camp's directors terminating his employment with them so that the children in their care were not at risk.They hadn't cared to look into facts, they hadn't cared to find out that h
Vampire Wars: Utopia Chapter 2Vorpalstein's castle was the only blot on the landscape that was not just a shell of what it once was. He had obliterated Utopia, making it suffer the same way he had years ago. His disgusting fellow vampires had never welcomed him with a warm reception into their Utopia, his tarnished history with his parents the last thing they wanted in their idyllic paradise.Back when he had been but a babe in a diaper, his parents had threatened to topple the judicial system by killing the Elders; they believed Utopia should be more of a dictatorship than a democracy, controlling the civilian vampires and making them into a force to be reckoned with
Vampire Wars: UtopiaVampire Wars: Utopia It was known as the Utopia for vampires. A sanctuary in their own world, away from being hunted for sport by the humans. The humans did not have knowledge of this Utopia, never have, never would. It was a glimmering dimension full of glistening cities, a place where vampires could unite and socialise without fear; a place where they never wanted for anything; a place where they could practice their talents undisturbed. Little did the vampires know, this Utopia would be demolished from the inside, out; by an aggrieved vampire named Vorpalstein who had never wanted to play nice.One Year Later Angelus sat silentl
Memories of the DeloreansFor my whole life, I have adored my dad and all the amazing experiences he has shared with me over the years - and they never get old, no matter how many times he tells me!He's constantly regaling me of stories of all the fast cars he's driven, always saying 'Driven one of them' whenever he is in my presence just to annoy the fellow car maniac that is his daughter; always with that glint in his eye. At the moment, he is currently suffering, fighting a long battle he has endured with alcoholism for most of his life. I want to treasure all the memories he provides me with, before he forgets them all; which he undoubtedly will.
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