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Chapter 0: Prologue

Lazarus Stone was a 20-year-old nothing. He lived in a poverty filled district in a barely known city constructed offshore named Arkham City. It was a government funded project designed to give the Australian citizens of the 21st century a place to live. In 2012, immigrants to Australia caused a population overflow. The Australian government had a genius idea though. They invested taxpayers money towards developing a makeshift city. To balance it, they constructed three islands for different people to live it. The first island contained the Addark district, an apartment and skyscraper filled district where the Naga gang resided. They were wannabe Yakuzas, but unfortunately, they didn't have the skills to make it in their gang. They spend their days terrorising the residents of the Addark district.
Then there was the second island, containing the Aston district. This district was pretty much the slums of the city. Here, the Doppelgangers resided; a group that imitated police officers. They would dress up, ambush civilians and rob them and kill them. Finally, there was the Actus district. Since the inception of Arkham City, this district had been ruled with an iron fist by some unknown group. Lazarus had heard the name 'Icarus' thrown around a lot, but he wasn't sure what was truth or false.
Back to this guy's life. Lazarus was a 20-year-old nothing. He joined the Arkham Police Force when he turned 20, seeing it as the only possible career path as he had no other ambitions or ideas as to what to do with his life.
Unfortunately, he had to put up with all kinds of criminal activity over the few months he was an officer. He was assigned to the Addark district, and it seemed to him that it was the worst district to be assigned to. The Nagas were dangerous, daring and destructive. Last week, they had blown up a whole petrol station. It was a disaster. Stone was first on the scene, but there wasn't really any witnesses. They had all gone up in flames, along with the petrol station.
In fact, in the few months that Stone had been an officer, he hadn't really made an impression. No big cases, no arrests, nothing. Everything would change on this one day.
Stone had been called out to a shootout. Fellow officers had been caught by some Nagas.
"This day... something's gonna change," Stone said, before responding to the radio call.
He arrived at the scene in time to take a bullet from a Naga.
As he lay on the ground, dying from this mortal wound, he wondered what he had done to become such a nobody in life.
That was when the massive explosion happened.

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Hope. He had been so full of hope.

After all the time he spent in the Animus, surely now they would be achieve something?

They had Ezio’s memories, they had the Apple location. All they had to do was retrieve the Apple, and they’d have Abstergo defeated.

But it wasn’t that simple. It was never that simple when it came to Abstergo.

Hope. Hope had got them that far.

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Desmond stepped forward. He couldn’t understand all the symbols but surely Shaun would work it out. He was already ranting. Phrygian Cap and Masonic Eye or something.
The Apple was calling him. He had to pick it up off it’s plinth. It could not remain there, where Abstergo could find it.
He picked it up, cradling it in his hands. He could feel it, almost as if it was living...
And then, he froze. The world froze.
“What’s happening? I... I can’t move”
And then a mystical voice sang out.
“Your DNA communes with the Apple. You have activated it.”
Desmond attempted to struggle against the Apple’s power, but it was no use.
“LET ME GO!”
“On the 72nd day, before the moment of awakening. YOU, birthed from our loins, and the loins of our enemies. The end and the beginning, who we abhor and honor. The final journey commences.”
None of it made sense to Desmond. All he cared about now was surviving.
“There is one who would accompany you through the gate. She lies not within our sight. The cross darkens the horizon.”
What gate? Who lies out of sight? What cross darkens the horizon? The Templars? These sort of questions were not on Desmond’s mind.

He felt his body move, unable to stop himself. He felt himself turning to Lucy, his hidden blade sliding out.
“What are you doing!?” he demanded.
“The Path must be opened.” More riddles Desmond couldn’t solve. At this point, nobody could.
“You cannot escape your part in this. The scales shall be balanced.”
The Apple forced him to move. He was approaching ever closer to Lucy.
“Stop. Please!”
He moved ever closer.
“You know very little. We must guide you.”
He stepped closer.
“Cease your struggle!”
Lucy was right in front of him now. How he wished he could avert his gaze.
But of course, if he could avert his gaze, he would not witness the most heart-breaking action he would ever do in his lifetime.
“No!”
Their eyes were level with each other. He could see how peaceful she looked, not even aware of what was about to happen.

The sound it made was horrific. A clean snick, like a key going into a lock. He wanted to scream, to shout, to flee, to hide forever from the known world.
For the act he had just committed was so devastating. He could possibly never recover, for he had just managed to create a stable relationship which had now crumbled. All for some stupid plan that Those Who Came Before had put into place to satisfy their needs.
“It is done. The way lies all before you. Only she remains to be found. Awaken the sixth. GO! ALONE!”

Suddenly, Desmond could move again. Not that it made any difference now.
He crumbled to the floor next to Lucy, the Apple still in hand.
Obtaining the Apple had come at too high a cost. Sacrificing a human life was too much.
Not that it made a difference now. Nothing Desmond could think or say would ever justify what had happened: he had murdered his one true love.

Hope. What a fucking ridiculous notion.

Chapter 1

The beach. Usually a nice and serene place; a thoroughly enjoyable experience.
Unless you wake up on one without any memory of how you got there.
Desmond stood up carefully, with confusion on his face. What was this weird place? Floating pillars and rocks and an endless expanse of water?
"Hello?" he called out. He hadn't really expected an answer, but the silence still caused him discomfort.
He began to make his way up the beach, heading for what looked like a massive archway.
"Just walk right past me."
Desmond jumped. He hadn't seen anyone there.
But there hadn't been anyone there. A man had just materialised out of nowhere. Something was certainly odd about this place, but Desmond has already realised that after he saw stone pillars defying gravity.
The man stirred something in his memory.
"Sixteen?" It must be him. Subject Sixteen, in the flesh... sort of?
"Aw. They didn't tell you my name?"
It finally clicked with Desmond. He had only ever met Sixteen in one place.
"God dammit. I'm still in the Animus?"
"Quite a shock you suffered out there. "
Desmond looked around for some sign of the real world.
"Rebecca! Get me out of here!"
Sixteen sighed.
"They can't help you Desmond. You're a broken man. Your mind, it's... broken."
Broken? His mind was broken? How...?
"Broken? I feel fine."
Sixteen stepped towards him and in a flurry of blue code he had appeared right in front of him.
"So did I."
Desmond fell to the ground. Sixteen had gone crazy after prolonged explosion to the Animus and painted Desmond's quarters at Abstergo with his blood, leaving an imprint of himself inside the Animus. Was Desmond going the same way?
"LOOK AT ME NOW!"
There was no doubt in Desmond's mind. He was in trouble.
"Let's talk, buddy." Sixteen offered his hand to help Desmond to his feet.
Desmond was surprised to find he could touch Sixteen. He was even more surprised to hear the answer to his next question.
"What is this place?"
"It's nice, isn't it? We're in the guts of the Animus. The original test program. No memories here... just basic physics. Weather simulations. Hello world!"
Desmond kept turning his head, hoping he would see someone he actually recognised, some form or indication of the real world?
"You're lucky someone up there had the sense to plug you in here. It saved your life."
Saved his life? What could he remember before the Animus...? He wasn't hurt, was he?
"Saved it from what?"
"Right now you should be sitting in a hospital ward, drooling and chewing on your tongue. For now the Animus is keeping you intact. Keeping all your ancestors from collapsing into one big mess...
"But if you can't find a synch-nexus, all those personalities will smash together. That won't be pretty."
Desmond had heard some strange jargon working with Rebecca, but this was a new one on him.
"A synch-nexus?"
Sixteen could hear his impatience.
"I'm getting there. Hold on."
By now they were standing at the massive archway. Desmond couldn't see any forms or shapes inside, just endless white and black.
"There. That thing is your way out."
Sixteen was no longer walking alongside him. He was sitting on a rock a couple of metres away, materialising in blue code and lines again.
"You're screwing with me."
"Here's the problem. Your brain is hash. Too many ghosts in your head, too many voices. So how do you fix that?"
Desmond attempted to come up with an answer to this, but drew a blank. Sixteen correctly interpreted his confused face and continued.
"You claw your way back into the stored data, you find unfinished memories and you crack them open. FINISH what you started, until your ancestor has nothing left to show you. THAT is a synch nexus."
Was this really it? If it was this simple, how come Sixteen had never escaped the insanity of Animus Island?
"And when you find it, the Animus can separate Desmond from Ezio from Altair, and send you home. Back to your body."
This raised a big question for Desmond.
"How do you know all this?"
Sixteen was prepared.
"Because it happened to me. But my body, it's worm food now. So I'm stuck here... A word of warning. When you step through there, everything changes. Nothing feels... normal. But you are still in control and it's up to you to find your way out."
All up to him. How was that for pressure.
"If you hurry, you might make it back in time for Lucy's funeral."
Sixteen's words struck a chord with Desmond.
"Lucy..."
The memories were painful, unbearable... but he had no choice. This was a part of him now.
"What am I doing? What have I done?"

Chapter 1

Her heart quickened as she reached for the door handle. The fire escape was the only place left to check, since all other rooms were either empty or filled with newcomers. Their bodies, at least. Bridget had just finished up some much needed paperwork when the alarm started ringing. The bulbs flashed orange, a sign that there was trouble in progress.
By the time Bridget had gotten her gun, unsheathed her knife and made it to the next hall the warning was already red. Red means lock down. Until the alarm is raised all exits are tightly bolted shut by the system and no one leaves. Dead or alive.
In the hall all she could see were pools of blood. Crimson hand prints were dragged along the walls and floor. After checking that the coast was clear Bridget made her way to the first room. It was unlocked, open. The lights steadily flickered on and off.
Inside was the body of a newcomer. His name was Dean Charleston and he'd signed up at his parents request. And now his body was hanging upside-down in a bloody room, his throat severed, head hanging on by a thread. His body was slowly swaying in the breeze coming from the open window by his desk. Bridget had never been happier to see thick iron bars on windows, she didn't want an escaped zombie on her hands. On the floor lay what remained of his limbs. Whatever killed him had done a great job of tearing him to pieces. She had been hoping whatever killed him wasn't still in the room. Zombies can be a bitch. After quickly searching through the other rooms she had decided to make way for somewhere to hunker down until security took care of the situation.
Bridget turned the handle and to her surprise found it was locked. Who in God's name locks a fire escape? A moaning sound came from inside one of the doors behind her. She could hear the shuffling of feet.
"Shit," she mumbled as she cocked her gun and searched her pockets for keys. "Shit, shit, shit." No one wants to get locked in with the undead. (unfinished)

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• Story game - Parental Guidance >___>;
  
  Ezio got up from the couch and scratched his ass. "Hmm... guess I've got to go kill that dude," he said. He FINALLY put on some pants and put his sword in its holster before attaching it to his belt. Ezio grabbed a piece of toast, rammed it in his mouth and stepped outside. He walked to the neighbour's fence, unzipped his pants and pissed over the side. All of a sudden his next door neighbour, the Executioner, came running outside and lunged towards him. Ezio squealed like a girl, "Wtf are you doing? Can't you see I'm busy watering your plants?! Man... when a guy just tries to do some good in this town," he wined. Ezio pranced down the street, trying to get away from the Executioner. As he ran down a side-street, he ran into his friend the Doctor. He grabbed some medicine in a syringe and stabbed the Executioner with it as he ran past. It was erectile dysfunction medicine.
  
  Later that night...
  The crickets are chirping, the birds are singing, the next door neighbours are doing something I'd rather not mention and the- "HOLY SHIT!", Ezio heard coming from the Executioners house.
  
  The next day...
  Ezio sat up, scratched his ass and then realised he had forgotten something. He forgot to kill that guy. He leapt up, pulled on his pants, put on his holster, did his usual piss over the fence and ran off. The Executioner came running out to swing his axe, but decided to go back inside once he realised he still had a massive boner. Ezio watched the Courtesan close the door behind the Executioner after he walked back in. "Now how the crap did he get her?" he wondered. Before remembering the massive boner. Ezio jumped on his horse, "Giddy up!" he shouted, before falling off into a ditch. As Ezio lay in the ditch, rubbing his now sore ass, Leonardo Da Vinci came walking past.
  "Good morning Ezio. What brings you to Rome this time?" he asked, to which Ezio replied "I live here now douchebag! Can you help me out of this ditch, man?" Leonardo, being a genius and an inventor, quickly set up a pulley system to winch Ezio out of the ditch. Leonardo left right stage doing the chicken dance. Ezio gawked and went back to his grumbling. Suddenly someone appeared before him... with... a giant boner. The Executioner was back with a vengeance! All of a sudden Ezio leapt to his feet and punched him square in the package. "Take that!" The Executioner simply stood there with a smirk on his face. There was something sinister about his undercarriage. Ezio sighed. "Same shit, another day." He drew his sword and parried away the Executioner's axe. Ezio dived for it, picking it up and attempting to cut off the Executioner's boner in the way you would attempt to cut down a tree. The Executioner dodged the weapon and continued his relentless assault on Ezio. Just then, the Queen appeared. The executioner lost his boner! "Old people... turn off!" He quickly looked around him for the best escape route. "Adieu SUCKERS!" After doing a summersault in the air and landing on the Queen, he immediately got up and ran for his targets house. "I must kill this guy before I forget again and give the Executioner his boner back!," he thought.
  He was running to his target's house, but he tripped and landed on... the Jonas Brothers! He quickly stabbed them all and returned to his main objective. "Those damn Jonas Brothers. Nearly ruining my day again," he said as he jumped over a roof onto another. He arrives at his main objectives household... to find the man he supposed to kill going down on... that-unspeakable-gay-guy-that-nobody-ever-wants-to-meet. "OMG! Harlequin? You're a... gay?" Ezio said, too shocked to say any more. The Harlequin stopped what he was doing and looked up, the Priest clearly looked displeased at the interruption. "What brings you here my child?" enquired the Priest. Ezio was momentarily shocked but remembered what he had to do... but then... "Father! You are gay too?!" Today was just a day full of revelations. "And so how do you feel about this, Ezio?" Jerry Springer walked in, microphone in hand. Ezio walked towards him and leant in to speak into the microphone, "Well Jerry, I'm shocked. Really shocked."

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• The Adventures of Captn Bunnsy!
  A Bible Studies Lesson in the Life of Bunners
  Semtex Knight: Hey dude, where we gonna hang out at lunch?
  Faggy Teacher: BUNNSY, DON'T TALK WHILE I'M TALKING!
  Bunners: Owhut? But I wuzn't sirticles.
  -2 minutes later when Faggy Teacher is done talking-
  Faggy Teacher: Bunnsy, I dun like it when students lie to me like that.
  Bunners: BUT SIR ****HEAD! I WASN'T TALKING! IT WAS SEMTEX!
  Faggy Teacher: Oh you turned your head so I thought you were talking. But you were listening to her, when you should've been listening to me
  -walks off without telling off Semtex-
  Bunners: WTF IS UP WITH THAT!?
  The end. Ta-da. Sorry if I bored you :P