The Banished - Repolished

Caspian sipped off of his protein shake, watching how the forums in the hidden internet were chatting about 'The Fox' as everybody was trying to figure out who exactly it was. He grinned, typing in 'I am The Fox' from his computer, making sure to mask his I.P with a proxy I.P before shutting the computer, enjoying the fact that the internet was going to implode door the time he was back from school.

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He came back from school, holding his bag before going upstairs, setting his bag down, going to his computer to see how the internet went. He opened the laptop, unlocking it before going to the...

"Class dismissed. Remember to read the section about quantum physics tonight. u need it!" The professor zei after the klok, bell rung, making Caspian groan as he got up, wearing his formal suit that he was forced to wear for the college. Warsaw University, which so happened to be the one William and Decedjia Eulford attended. He stood up, walking through the halls of the school, looking at everyone. Everyone looked so happy, so carefree in life with their friends. But not him. Sweat rolled down from his forehead at all the voices in the halls. In the halls he saw Shung and Yeng, heading towards...

Caspian walked out of the hospital, using crutches as he tried to walk away from the swarms of paparazzi that was following Ivan.

"Caspian Hong, mind giving a statement about the Lisboa massacre?" A reporter asked, looking at Caspian.

"Yeah I would." Caspian zei with a smile , leaning into the mic before coughing, looking up at the camera. "FUCK YOU!" He zei before head butting the reporter, knocking her unconscious before quickly going into his fathers car, not wanting to deal with all that.

"We will commence attack! Step back, now!" Yelled an imperial guard as he pulled his lance out, poking...

Ganzorig slept in his tent, rolling over in his armor, not even bothering to take it off. In the morning he left his tent, gathering the materials for it and putting it on the carriages as he walked, looking for Alexander for the volgende movement. "Where are we heading next?" He asked him.

"To Brasilia, the capital. It's most likely there we'll find any type of leadership." Alexander zei before opening up a map, sighing. "A thousand miles away at least. It'll take about a week, calculating all the time." He zei before shaking his head. "Hopefully the samurai are ready." Alexander zei before...

Caspian got up from the dumpster, holding a hand above the bullet wound in his chest as he coughed, spitting some blood up as he spit up some metal. He had been shot somewhere near his esopagus, narrowly missing his heart. He walked from the dumpster, limping out the alleyway into a veterinary hospital a few blocks away, almost getting caught door a military truck driving by. It seemed these bastards were everywhere. He walked into the back door of the vet, holding his gun as he looked at the vet. "I don't have time for codes. Fucking fix me." Caspian gurgled out as he fell onto his knee for...

Caspian woke up early in the morning, feeling a blanket​ over his body that wasn't there when he had went to sleep. He got up, feeling his legs shake a bit as he stood before quietly​ walking into Cedija's room, walking silently to her as she slept, lightly putting her blanket back on her. "Thanks." He whispered before walking out of her room, sneaking out the window back home pagina into his bedroom. He pulled his gun from his back pocket, setting it on the bureau volgende to the case of bullets before laying on his bed, feeling something rather hard, realizing there was someone there. "What the hell?"...

"We're here today outside a house, in what seems to be the latest of a murder spree in the city. It's a pattern, with a gunshot to the head right at the doorstep all in the light of dag so remember guys, if u hear a knock at u door and u see your peep hole covered, don't open it." The news reporter zei outside of a house that had police all outside it.

"Fucking criminals." Ivan zei in an irritated tone before shaking his head. "I'll find eventually whoever is doing this and string them up before burning them on a fucking kruis like 'the prophet' likes to do in the middle of the damn...

"By the gods.. Nobody should have to go through what u went through." Heinrich zei as he shook his head, looking at Ichiro.

"I can't...I can't sleep. I see it in my eyes. Laughing. Hearing it's voice.." Ichiro zei quietly, shaking a bit.

"I know..I know.." Heinrich zei as he stood up. "Perhaps I can help that, but for now we shall purge that monster." Heinrich zei as he pulled his beast slaying sword off the altar, dipping it in the tub of holy water.

"Prophet.. What will u do?" Ichiro asked as he looked at Heinrich.

"Preform Gods will." Heinrich zei before he pulled the sword form from...

Tiras looked at the clock, seeing it was 10 a.m on it. Aria had left, going shopping at the market that was about a mile of two away and Tiras himself was left home, alone. He went into the kitchen, looking around for something to do. "What type of odd contraptions do u have in this mystical room mother?.." He muttered to himself before pressing a button on the microwave, turning it on, making him fall onto the floor in surprise before watching it in awe. "......what is this?.." He zei before opening it, feeling the warm inside of it, but not seeing any fire. He stuck his hand in there,...

"..." Tiras looked in the mirror, looking at himself, analyzing himself using the government server through the computer inside of his head. "Tiras Elbinorune. datum of birth, March 21st, 2038, Stuggart, Capital city of Stuggaria, known formerly as the Kingdom of Prussia. My father, unknown. My mother. unknown. Hospital I was born in, unknown." Tiras zei in a monotone voice before looking at his adoptive mother, Aria. "But I know that was a lie. I wasn't born in a hospital, mother. I remember only a tube, and a black haired woman and the blue eyed man. And I remember everything. The only people...

"Silence, woman." Ganzorig zei as he tightened the plastic bag around Yatsumi Hirohito's head as she scratched at Ganzorig's leather gloves, trying to get him off. She looked at him, her eyes bulging out of her head as her face turned purple before he got irritated and finally snapped her neck, letting her naked body fall on the floor. Ganzorig dusted himself off, pulling a baggie out of his pocket with curly black coarse hairs inside of if, which would exactly match up to that of a person of African descent. He then pulled out a bag that had a bit of semen in it and a turkey baster, inserting...

A jaar after his initial drafting into the military, Ganzorig was still living in Alexander's personal​ home, still having rather severe speech issues but definitely making behavioral progress, being around people he was comfortable with. He heard to klok, bell get rung downstairs, signalling that breakfast was ready. He got up from his cot, putting on his clothes before leaving the bedroom, hitting his head on the way out against the top, boven of the uithangbord before heading downstairs, seeing Yoko and Alexander sitting at the table. He sat down volgende to Ichiro and Chihiro, who he both preferred meer than...

Yesui woke up in the hospital room, wires all up in her arms and nobody there except her oldest son whom was four, Arslan, sleeping in a chair volgende to her as he held her hand. She looked at her stomach, seeing the bump on her stomach gone. "He zei he'd be here.." She zei quietly, letting out a sniff as some tears streamed down her face as she looked at the TV, watching Lucas and Ivan at the ceremony to zeehond, seal the unity between Stuggaria and Warsaria. Then, she saw a blonde woman walk up and hug Ivan during the ceremony and felt her hart-, hart break into pieces. She silently cried, trying not to...

Senji stood up, looking at the journal, shaking his head before throwing the journal in the trash, sitting on his bed before scratching his head and sighing, seeing now a black mark on the back of his hand, seeing a dragon crest on it. He layed on his bed, still buzzed from the sake before closing his eyes, feeling something jump on the best and lay near his feet. When he opened his eye, he saw two yellow cat eyes looking at him. "Donjun?" Senji slurred out.

"I need a place to sleep u know." Donjun zei before curling up in a ball while in his cat form.

"Whatever." Senji spat out, closing his...

So uh, ever since that Dungeon guy came into Kyoto, i've had a piercing headache. That's the thing they don't tell u about mind fuckage. It actually hurts for a really really long time. So anyways, I finally got a message from Emperor Hirohito. He's sending his first born son, Katsuo, down to Kyoto. A four yearold. He's sending a six yearold down here. I'm becoming a glorified babysitter at this point. Oh, and I'm writing in this journal now in case I go insane from the four yearold. I need to leave some evidence I haven't been totally batshit.

~Signed, Senji Asakhusza.

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I, Senji Asakhusza am writing this journal as a collection of events for when eventually my emperor comes to return. It's been quite some time since I've had any updates on my mission of course but well, I must retain hope, no?

The level of loneliness has rather well, been detrimental to my mental state. Being around peasants who can barely handle a hoe(and not the female ones. hah, good one Senji) let alone a sword and attempting to reunify Japan underneath the banner of Emperor Hirohito yet again has been rather hard. This is my third winter here and the harvest has been increasingly harder...

Yes yes, I am Adrian Hong. It should be pretty obvious who I am, considering I am the king of the second, soon to be first, biggest empire in the current world. True son of Ivan Hong and all that blah blah, yeah. I honestly don't care for semantics. Anton suggested I write this and I highly doubt any of the scum peasant farmers are going to read this so why not. Here it is, my childhood I guess of whatever I'm supposed to write. Honestly I'm just killing time so to whoever reads this, whoop die do, you're not getting a well written story. Your getting the babbling of someone who isn't even...