chainsaw mill kit

Give it up for a misanthropic anti-hero of a teen protagonist who hates humanity in general. Grifton Tinroy, a draconic/humanoid hybrid as well as abandoned orphan. He's just trying to survive man, and do so in a comfortable way.

Kit and Kat are childhood friends growing up in the United States of Arizona, a state not historically known for embracing other cultures. Will their friendship survive? Or will Kit be pulled back into his white washed world while Kat gets pulled into her safety by numbers Latino neighborhood.

Someone -- or something -- is causing magical blizzards at Fairleigh Hall. The estate is suffering, and the Earl has requested assistance.<br><br>Constable Kit Thompson, of Bow Street’s Preternatural Division, isn’t especially thrilled to be sent out to the country. At least the assignment gets him away from fashionable London society and his own unwanted celebrity after successfully solving a notorious case. Of course, he’s now trapped at a country estate due to closed roads, snowstorms, and magic, but Kit’s always liked solving puzzles. He’s good at using empathic skills for investigations, and this is definitely a challenge. Besides, the Earl’s younger brother is an irritating and delicious temptation, all blue eyes and muscles and boundless enthusiastic optimism. Kit wants to either shake sense into him or kiss him senseless -- and can’t trust him, either, because if someone’s genuinely sabotaging the weather, everyone’s a suspect.<br><br>Harry Arden, younger brother of the Earl of Fairleigh, has never met a Preternatural Division constable before, much less a famous and celebrated one. He wants to help. And he wants to make that attractive but cynical constable smile, at least once. But the estate hides a family secret, and Harry knows perfectly well Kit doesn’t trust him ... and for good reason. Still, Harry offers to do what he can to assist with the investigation, and if that means spending more time with Kit, that’s a bonus. <br><br>When Harry and Kit end up caught by those magical storms, snowed in together at the old hunting lodge, they’ll have to trust each other with their secrets ... and their hearts.

the world entered an apocalypse and 100,000 people are dragged into a 'game' where they will have to build a shelter capable of withstanding all kinds of natural disasters and radioactive monsters while they themselves increase their strength. [the conditions to be returned to their world are to survive for two years while increasing their strength and reinforcing their shelter or die on the way].

In the hallowed annals of time, whispers echoed of an impending era, foretold since ancient days. It was a time when the house of Augustus fallen into extinction, and the end of the age of Taurus and the beginning of the age of Sol. figure would emerge from the realm of mortals, bearing the weight of destiny upon his formidable shoulders. The prophecies, passed down by our wise ancestors, spoke of this harbinger, heralding the twilight of our eternal civilization. His very presence resonated like a haunting melody, woven by the skilled bard, or the enchanting tale spun by the ministrel. He was the embodiment of a triumphant ballad, a conquering warrior marching to the beat of his own relentless drum. His arrival served as both a beacon of hope for the oppressed and a dire warning to the tyrants and city builders who dared challenge his might. It was said that his footsteps alone could crumble towering metropolises, ushering in an age of chaos and unleashing hordes of uncivilized forces upon the the borders of Galactic Empire Yet, the enigma of Blargh The Destroyer shrouded his true nature. Some whispered that he was the celestial offspring of divinity, a sacred emissary sent from the heavens to deliver judgment upon the world. Others believed him to be an otherworldly being, donning the guise of a primal savage, wielding an instrument of devastation beyond mortal comprehension on every corners of the galaxy. Such is the tale that stirs the dormant spirits of ancient warriors, rousing their souls from slumber. It calls upon men to raise their standards of warfare, to aspire to the indomitable power that dwells within this superhuman force. His very existence fuels a yearning to witness the annihilation of all that dares cross his path, leaving naught but desolation in his wake. Behold, the legend that echoes through the ages—Barbarian Chainsaw!

Amanda Mill was a young girl with a dream, she had wished to live happily with her parents untill they were brutally taken away from her. Now she wishes to seek revenge on the great sea dragon, and the only way to do that is to overcome her greatest fear and return to the sea.

Winlu took his time finishing up his routine software development work in his home office. He had completed this week's contract deadline on time, but when he fell asleep, he transmigrated. He woke up in a cultivation world. But there seemed to be something different about his situation. His virtual desktop and IDE tools followed him to this new world and mutated. Follow him as he tries to handle the challenges this new situation brings him.

This is a story of a transmigration with great and charm setting out to say 5h3 world

When you fear something so much, it gets a life of its own. One fine day, every fear known to man-kind gets a life of its own, creating their own wonderland.

Louis-Bartholomew, a well-to-do Frenchman of modern times living in a watermill, finds himself in the fantastical world of Toril during the Time of Troubles. An era in which all the gods were punished by the higher being, Ao, and were compelled to live as mortals in the land of said mortals. Follow his ascent in this world alongside his watermill nicknamed "The-Bannerless-Mill". -------- Please take note of the following preliminary warnings prior to immersing yourself in this work: 1) The language employed adheres strictly to formal British English conventions. 2) I must clarify that I do not possess the rights to Dungeons & Dragons, the renowned tabletop role-playing game. 3) It is essential to acknowledge that I do not possess the rights to the Dungeons & Dragons settings of the Forgotten Realms, an enduring fantasy world devised by Ed Greenwood. Kindly be aware of these aspects before engaging with the material at hand. -------- The image was crafted by Midjourney, an AI designed for tailor-made visuals. I employed a bespoke typeface called "Handwriting Draft" (utilizing the Font Meme website).