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This is a work of Fan Fiction. The original characters/story/pictures, copyright is held by Capcom International. There are some additional fictional characters added by me. This story has a mixture of everything. From the games to the comics and some scenes from the films, and of course from my own imagination. Many thanks to capcom for creating a fantastic franchise and thank you for the excellent remake of Resident Evil 2 & 3. If anyone wants to contact me please email me at [email protected]

This is a work of Fan Fiction. The original characters/story/pictures, copyright is held by Capcom International. There are some additional fictional characters added by me. This story has a mixture of everything. From the games to the comics and some scenes from the films, and of course from my own imagination. Many thanks to capcom for creating a fantastic franchise and thank you for the excellent remake of Resident Evil 2 & 3. If anyone wants to contact me please email me at [email protected]

“I defeated the darkest wizard of all time, thus saving the world from destruction. Actually, I defeated him twice, the first time was when I was a baby. What about you, what do you do?”

Three hours later he left. Bob and Esteban giggle over their projects in the security office. Useless for at least a week. Wil’ll get some overtime when they call out at least. That’ll be a nice check or two.

Many years ago while Julio Martinez was young he and his parents decided to visit a little shop in downtown Miami. A man that was recently let out of prison for murder and kidnapping walked in and opened fire on everyone killing eight people including Julio: Julio cried and screamed while trying to wake his parents. He could not understand what had just happened and he saw the man take his own life. This had a great impact on Julio. He grew up hating criminals but he hated judges that gave them lenient sentences more. He realized there was no real justice in this world and being short many people happily insulted him and made his life miserable growing up.

This is an expansion upon my original article. I originally only made 6 cards for each House and the Night's Watch, with this expansion I am giving each House, the Night’s Watch & Freefolk 15 cards each and the Whitewalkers 20+ cards.

HEROES & HORRORS - 9-7-2020

This are-write of The Three Little Pigs that I wrote in 6th Grade. I recall that it was a school project where I had to re-write a classic fairy tale. There are some edits just to make the story a bit easier to read, but for the most part I've left the grammar, wording, and concepts as they were. This is just a ridiculous, silly, good-natured fairy tale, as told by Bernard Anthony Dean Wolf. So sit back, have a laugh, and enjoy.

Now this may seem crazy, but it is something I have done a few times before just for fun. That is to take characters from one franchise and reimagine them as Pokémon Trainers. Previously, I have used Marvel's X-Men characters to reimagine a Pokemon region, with a male a female protagonist, the professor of the region, the evil Team Brotherhood, the Gym Leaders, the Elite Four and the region champion all made from some beloved mutants. Another saw Ash and Pikachu arriving in a region where the characters from the Japanese franchise Precure cover the region. Which I wrote differently, telling the story of Ash's journey in the region.

The clock ticked loudly to midnight. Every night it ticked off the uneventful minutes. No museum robbers with plans to make off with overpriced art ever had the courtesy to break in so Wil could spoil their plans. Anything to break up the monotony of patrolling. At least that’s what she thought until the museum director showed up. The curator was one thing. Liza usually liked to be there for big deliveries, and she was cool to Will. The museum director was a whole other thing. If that glory hound showed up it meant something “big” was coming in. Which would be exciting except he had an uncanny ability to suck all the fun out of anything, except for Liza. Nothing could dampen her, probably the only reason he hadn’t managed to drive her off. She kept rushing back and forth between the two biggest walls in the museum. Her heels clicking as she muttered about light and other technicalities of placement, sporadically saying “I can’t believe it.” Liza was usually enthusiastic about her art, but her eyes were doing a particularly happy dance tonight.