Novel & Cerita The Uwu Manifesto

the Old Man from the lab said. He was standing at the edge of the platform, his form flickering violently. He wasn't pixelating anymore; he was bleeding ink. "The End-User Group... they didn't want a better game. They wanted a Universal-Format. They wanted to turn the 'Real' into something they could Ctrl+A and Delete." "Who are you?" Elara demanded, her voice sounding hollow, as if the air itself was losing its density. She pulled Julian closer, his head lolling against her shoulder. "And who was the man with the stick?"

"But anyway, you, young Richforte, together with Captain Welton and Lieutenant Stone finds out that there is more about this pandemic and why I called you all here. And for that, I am impressed. And you wanna know what is it, right?" His lips stretched out in that usual smile of him, and he's good in building our anticipation as he roams his eyes around us for a while. But when he spoke again, all the hairs in my body stood up, "The UVirus is not a virus, but a parasite. A parasite that is designed to do and follow all of my commands and demands, as a part of my world domination project."

I don’t fucking play, and when I want answers, I’ll fucking get them. Two hours later, I have gotten the answer I wanted and more than I was anticipating. It’s not entirely clear, but his mumbling about the reform of the world didn’t go unnoticed, and I pushed it until he spilt more. We were right. There’s a group of werewolves and humans – Arkan, working to create a new world order. It’s werewolves who are behind it. We have the answers, just not the proof, not the names, and the worst part is, we're running out of time.

“What kind of thing is that to say? How can you not hate them? They may be everything you’ve just said…but so are we. I mean, for fucks’ sake, most werewolves live completely normal lives. They’re scientists, artists, writers, soldiers fighting in their wars. “We are everything they are, but unlike them, we don’t invade their homes and kill their children. Just look at what they’re doing to us.” “Then go and tell them that. All they know right now is that we’re dangerous. That we have been plotting to overthrow the human leaders so we can rule over them. For God’s sake, this morning there was a panel discussion about our plans for the humans. One expert believes we’re going to farm them like

"Wouldn't it be easier if Randu has a wolf?" Uwal laughed, “I don't have a wolf, neither do my other friends..but we have power until you call us gods and goddesses. People who have wolves are not always stronger than those who don't have them. Remember that!" Uwal spoke very curtly. “I thought you had a wolf… because…” “I have wolves, whatever I want I can get…bears, tigers, and whatever.” “Sorry… I didn't mean…” Uwal smirked. “Then… after this, you have to keep looking after Randu, do you think you can do it?”

“We'll first run a check on the account that published those pictures, from the engagements so far, the comments, I'm pretty sure it's one of my rivals who don't want the pack to be revived.” “I checked that too while on flight, it must be what you're trying to say. We are werewolves, we love our custom, we can only modernize but we'll never support the extinction of our heritage.”

Alissa was trying to concentrate on the conversation, but she wanted this all to be over. “Oh, that's terrible, how are they breaking code?” Luca sat forward, concern marring his features. “I'm afraid, a few packs have decided to start breeding with humans.” A collective gasp echoed around the room, Rufus nodded pursing his lips. “Terrible state of affairs I'm afraid, I can count on the Wuffaman clan to stick to their own, yes?”

The usurpers didn't need to command loyalty; they merely needed to ensure that the packs were too busy fighting amongst themselves to ever consider uniting against them. Propaganda, too, played a crucial role. Pamphlets, crudely printed but widely distributed in werewolf settlements, depicted Queen Elara and her lineage as weak, decadent, and ultimately responsible for the kingdom’s current instability. They were painted as creatures of human sentimentality, incapable of understanding the primal needs and fierce independence of the werewolf people. One particularly vicious pamphlet featured a crude caricature of Elara, her eyes wide and vacant, surrounded by images of chaos and famine, with

I completed silently in my head. "Why are you suddenly smiling, it's creepy," Maya chimed, not believing me but I ignored her. "I have a crazy plan girls," I informed them and they shared a glance before facing me, looking totally interested in whatever crazy plan I had. "What's the plan?" Maya asked curiously and I grinned. "I'm going to have a rebel group." "A rebel group?" Naya repeated, unsure of what I meant. "Yes, a rebel group," I affirmed "With ladies ready rebel against the unjust traditions of the werewolf community that makes the females inferior to men and the unfair treatment being imposed on us."

I don’t fucking play, and when I want answers, I’ll fucking get them. Two hours later, I have gotten the answer I wanted and more than I was anticipating. It’s not entirely clear, but his mumbling about the reform of the world didn’t go unnoticed, and I pushed it until he spilt more. We were right. There’s a group of werewolves and humans – Arkan, working to create a new world order. It’s werewolves who are behind it. We have the answers, just not the proof, not the names, and the worst part is, we're running out of time.