Carnage Redesign Novels & Stories

“Alright. Lance you and Dylan take the two alive rogues to the barn. Randy take the rest, patrol the area, make sure there are no more.” “Yes Alpha.” they all ring out in unison and disperse. Armi and I are left there with the dead rogues. We wait and watch as they shift back, then search the dead bodies. We flip over a couple and check them thoroughly. Sure enough, Lance was right. “There are Silver Rock warrior tattoos on each one of them.” Armi says through gritted teeth. “Not a bad play, they even smelled like rogues. They all have.” I voice. “Can’t argue with that,, unfortunately.”

He walked over to the taxi and summoned the system interface. "System. Scrap this vehicle." [Detecting...] [Player owner deceased. Decomposition possible.] [Scrapping target: Taxi.] A blue beam enveloped the wreckage. [Decomposition complete!] [Materials acquired:] [1. Rubber Tires x4 units] [2. Scrap Steel x10 units] Jake blinked at the materials before him. It really did feel like a game—except this was real. Death was permanent. He pulled out the Lv.2 upgrade blueprint. The tires and steel dissolved into streams of light, absorbed into the blueprint.

Carter had not moved from the barrier wall. The arena had registered what happened before the people in it did. The Crimson Cage had been absorbing violence for sixteen years, its concrete walls holding the accumulated energy of every fight decided on its floor. The sand below her feet was a purpose-made blend, darker than standard, treated to prevent blood from pooling visibly under the overhead array in ways that even Knox's audience occasionally found excessive. That sand was disturbed now in a pattern that no fighting technique could account for, a radial displacement from the point where she had been standing when the power came through, as if something had detonated outward from her ce