Games are things you play. Harmless entertainment. But when the hunger games- THE COMPUTER GAME comes out and over population becomes a problem with the districts in your country. Will the hunger game the Computer games help? or not?

Remius
 
            Remius had down syndrome. He was often made fun of at school. Remius tried really hard at school when he was younger but now he had given up. He was taken care of by the Capitol. His parents had given him over to the state. 
            Now at the age of 15 he was watching the news. All of the things that had come out about the hunger games really disturbed him. 
            He remembered the time he thought about joining the hunger games. He sat there with this girl he was crushing on. Her name was Quite. She was beautiful she had long blonde hair and she always wore flowers. She sat there crushing on Cato. "He is so handsome" she would say. She would fawn over him and during the games she even sent him some items. 
            "What would I guy like me have to do to win you." Asked Remius. And she would just giggle. "Oh I don't know just something more." 
            He would bring her flowers. And ask the same question: "What would I guy like me have to do to win you." And she would respond the same way: "Oh I don't know just something more." 
            He would even go hunting and bring her an elk. "What would I have to do to win you" he asked. Giggle. "Oh, I don't know just something more."
            That was how it went. And he knew that even that day but he still needed to answer the question. Later that day, he met that one boy who was constantly preaching about the atrocities of the capitol. His name was Demp. 
            He was also hanging out with his friend, Mer, a classmate of his. Mer and Demp were talking on a field of flowers when Remius approached them.
            "So did you guy watch the hunger games last night?" Remius asked interrupting about the finer points of the upcoming election for president snow or Feydor Goodmen.
            "No!" said Mer. "Remius… we're not talking about that."
            "What it's the hunger games!" said Remius.
            "A lot of good people are in the hunger games." Said Demp.
            "What you can't not watch it. it's the hunger games!" said Remius.
            "No! we are not watching the hunger games! It's horrible! If you love the hunger games why don't you join it." said Mer.
            "Come on! When that girl Kitness Everdear came out and she lit on fire! Did you see that! She was so fucking hot!" said Remius trying to reenact Katniss Everdeen during the hunger games.  
"It's Katniss Everdeen! And her and the rest of the contestants are all going to die! Think that's worth watching!" Said Mer. "But back to the conversation! I really think Feydor Goodman is a good choice for this election." 
            "Ain't no use in voting. Ain't no use talking about who you're going to vote for." Said Demp.
            "Why not?" asked Remius.
            "I'll tell you why guy because President Snow has got Panem in his pocket, as long as he lives everyone he's unopposed.
            Remius knew danger and he knew President Snow was nothing but danger. So, he walked away. But that didn't stop him from thinking. Could you be raised in a culture so wrong that right was the most foreign thing you could think of? 
            Danger was what kept Remius away from what's right, but soon enough danger would come calling. He knew it too. He felt it whisper into his ear as the television announcement came on: 
"Greetings everyone! Now that the war has official come to an end. We are now announcing the start of a brand-new hunger games. This time the ballots will be selected from the capitol's pool of ballots."
            Danger is the key to my success He thought as he looked. If you love the hunger games so much than why don't you join it? He was ready to face the hunger games.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Kiol
 
            Kiol was a hunger games fanatic. Anything that brought glory to the Capitol Kiol liked. His heart filled up with pride every single time he thought about the Capitol. He even wrote poems about the Capitol:
The Heart of Panem
With love for every district
What makes whole Panem
Is the heart of every nillisstic 
The capitol's every whim.
Oh! sweet lady by your grace
May the districts fight for you
So they may learn their place
So much so that this poem was made for you
 
            A proud member of the cock party. Nothing had made him happier the day of the 71th hunger games when he was only 8 years old. He and his father were standing next to the parade route. His father put him on his shoulders. "There!" said his father. 
            "You see that guy with the play dough head." Kiol giggled at that. He pointed to a man with orange hair. "That's who I got my money on for winning."
            Later there was a party where you got to meet the contestants. Kiol's father had gotten him in. And they went up to the man with the play dough head and asked him a few questions:
            "I'm rooting for you" said his father to playdough head.
            "You go get em' killer!" Kiol told him. 
            "I appreciate it." Playdough head told his father.
            Then, he turned to Kiol. He saw a bit of something in his eyes. A look from a man who wanted to be understood. 
            "Listen, kid." Playdough head told him. "I and most of the other contestants don't want to be in the hunger games. We don't like doing this." 
            Kiol tried to understand that but when he did all that came out was some gibberish that went a little bit like this: "Listen to me you son-of-a-bitch." The words son of a bitch all blended in together. "Your gonna do this and its going to be the greatest day of your life. Why? Because you are doing this for yourself. We say it in the capitol all the time: 'Live like an individual' Now! You get out there and you slay the competition!" said Kiol. "Yeah" he said pumping his fist in the air. Playdough head knew he wasn't going to be understood by this kid, so he bit his tongue and sullenly walked away.
Kiol didn't really notice, he was so taken by his own speech. Now at the age of thirteen. He was trying to come to terms about the fact that the capitol was falling down in front of him. They even pulled down the statue of President Yemin. The first president of Panem. He was standing there next to his family as they pulled straps across the solid gold frame.
            As it was falling his father had taken off his baseball hat and threw it on the ground and stomped on it. And, Kiol did just the same thing. "They can't do this" said Kiol's father. His mother tried to console his father.
            Kiol got really upset and started to yell obscenities at them. That led one of the other kids from the districts to push him down. Kiol didn't know such indignity. To be pushed down by one of the children from the districts was traumatizing to him or at least he believed it to be so.
            He began to cry and looked up to his father. They went home. 
 
The balcony was filled with flowers going all the way up along the wall. All of the flowers were maintained by an avox gardener. The balcony fence was also covered with flowers. He was busy throwing rocks at the rioters from the districts when the balcony television turned on. "Greetings everyone! Now that the war has official come to an end. We are now announcing the start of a brand-new hunger games. This time the ballots will be selected from the capitol's pool of ballots."
             "h-what" said Kiol. "They can't do that" he looked at his hands. Could they be made to kill…
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Humming
 
 
            Hummings went about most of his day not thinking about anything at all. It was hard to think when everyone around you was dying. So, he built a cocoon around himself.
            Hummings was gorgeous. He had curly blonde locks, marshmallow eyes, milky skin undertones, and a curved nose. He also had other features, darker features…
            He was buried in a building with white walls. He was an orphan of the capitol. And the Capitol gave him a choice: either enter into the districts or be an experiment. 
They didn't use avoxes because most avoxes were imprisoned for rebelling. It didn't make since to use them. At least not for higher experiments like giving people strange abilities.
            Hummings was a rational person so he knew to stay with the Capitol. He remembered little of his family. He kind of thought all the other test subjects at the Capitol were his brothers and sisters.
            Hummings's favorite sister was Tigra. His little Asian sister. She had hair growing all over her face. Her tests were not working out. 
            Tigra could stick to walls and spit out webbing. While Hummings body was changed to be more battle ready. He had a shaved whole at the top most part of his two front teeth. Right in-between them. He had legs that were very muscular and huge feet that allowed him to run at faster speeds. With three large front toes and one in the back. They were like ostrich legs, but fleshy. He had claws that were made of bone that were sharpened that stuck out of his fingers. Lastly, he had sharp teeth that could take huge chunks out of a person. But, depite all of this, he was beautiful with flawless skin and curly, gold hair.
            Hummings currently was living in the white building that had yet to be overthrown by the rebels. Hummings wasn't really allowed to do much there.
            Now he was at the building where they were running a few tests on their human subjects. Nothing too serious, like battling, just how far he could retract his claws. Stuff like that. It was all necessary since he was about to be put into the battlefield. But it was already too late. 
            He was in a room of, you guessed it, all white. It was sort of like a doctor's office. 
            "Can you do another inch." Asked the test conductor.
            "Sure, I'll try." Said Hummings and he groaned for a minute but was just barely able to make his claws 7 inches.
            Hummings looked over and saw one of the higher ups near the twin doors talking to another man. "The news just came in we are going underground."
            Hummings sighed. All of this rebellion made him wonder if he should even be doing this for the capitol. They made him a monster. He remembered how many of the other orphan children died due to all the experimentation. And how he turned all the fears of dying over to the dark side of his mind. 
            It might be time to abandon the capitol he thought. 
            His motivations were strengthened by the news broadcast. "Greetings everyone! Now that the war has official come to an end. We are now announcing the start of a brand-new hunger games. This time the ballots will be selected from the capitol's pool of ballots."
            "The hunger games…" said Hummings. "The Capitol is in for a tough road."

Its the 76th Hunger Games and the ballots are in. Who will win? Vote for your side as 24 contestants battle to the death. 12 POV characters, the children of the Capitol, will all compete for the winning title of victors, just remember the odds are never in your favor.

when Sam came back to earth not even a second has passed he looks around and sees people staring at him some taking photos. 

Sam: 'why are people staring at me'
[Ding.....  host is the most handsome being in the universe standing naked] (lol)
suddenly it hits sam and he runs into the alleyway and summons him some clothes and tells the system to hack into all those phones and delete his naked pictures and wipe there minds too system being ALL POWERFULL dose it easily with the power of the host Sam feels relieved that he didn't go viral on the internet.

well, his first action after he got these powers was to confront his parents and ask them why they abandoned him sam asks the system to teleport him to his parents.
[Ding.....  The host that is not possible]
Sam: [ Why I thought the system was all-powerful ]
the system the drops a nuke
[Ding..... Hosts Parents were killed by loan sharks for their organs when you were a 6 year old]
first sams face was expressionless the suddenly a Tsunami of sadness hit him first he cried for some time when he was full of anger in his eyes there was nothing but hate, anger and revenge system who are the people that killed my parents are they still alive.
[Ding... they are still there boss is named Max Jacob currently he controls 90% of the worlds drug supply and controls almost every illegal business within the USA ]  
when Sam heard this an evil smile appeared on his face he teleported himself with invisibility  in from to a skyscraper  that was supposed to be the HQ of the Underworld surrounded by heavily armed guards and  some tanks  at the entrance the building was in the middle of nowhere surrounded by forest on an island the island had its own mini airport with fighter jets and attack helicopters
Sam thought 'Well that's some tight security it would take a fucking army to break in here but it ain't enough to stop me '
sam told the system to create a dome type forcefield so no one would escape his wrath he teleported all the members of this organization to this island as the island was pretty huge suddenly a thought hit sam Hunger games so he made the island bigger and added the same layout of the hunger games but at a much bigger scale he teleported every one on a platform just like the hunger games they were all dumbfounded or confused at first some even tried to get off the platform at first but were blown to pieces. suddenly the realization hit everyone as the set up was a bit similar to the hunger games no one even tried to move from the place after that. there was a pile of supplies that appeared out of nowhere in front of them, now they were sure of what's happening 'THIS WAS FUCKING HUNGER GAMES' suddenly one of them shouted " WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU WHY ARE WE HERE SHOW YOUR SELF"
Sam that was seeing everything smirked and suddenly his voice resounded throughout this pocket dimension he created "Hello everyone and welcome to my Death Games as you have been wondering yes you are right this is somewhat like the hunger games but in this there is only one winner the last one to live will get unimaginable wealth and power to rule those Mortals on your planet and beyond "

when they heard this their eyes were sparkling at least there was such an awesome fucking reward that would make it all worth it. they looked at each other with killer intent.

Of course, Sam was lying just like they lied to his parents he wasn't going to them such power he was just playing with them 

Almost all of them were convinced but the only one that wasn't was an obese guy named Max Jacob the guy who killed my parents man I wanted to rip him apart and wipe him out of existence but for him it will be an easy way out no I will make sure he is the winner so I can torture him for the rest of eternity slowly break him 
Max Jacob: [ O great being why have you chosen us ]
Sam suppressed his hatred and replied : [ you guys were going to die anyway in a couple of days so I picked up you sinful souls for my entertainment ]
when Max Jacob heard his reply he frowned but didn't dare to show his displeasure and said 
[ O great being how can I entertain you to the fullest look at me I am obese unfit and an easy target have some mercy ]
when sam he smiled when heard his reply he thought ' what a sly fox but you ain't getting out of here this easy '
Sam replied: alright I cant sent you guys back but it will make your bodies equal at the peak of a mortal kind ]
Sam told the system to make there bodies the at the peak of mortal kind.  a golden light enveloped them there faces changed to a whole new identity and the body's turned muscular.
when Max Jacob saw this he at least thought he had a chance so did everyone else most of the including Max Jacob had trained in Martial arts. 

sudden a voice resounded throughout the pocket dimension [ Death games will begin in 10 sec get ready ] everyone got into position when the cannon resounded all of them ran towards the pile some reached for the spears some swords and some even took a backpack and ran away. no one knew who was who as their faces were changed by Sam so they were all strangers to each other 
with a single purpose kill.

A Random guy is chosen by the Previous primordial Being to be the next primordial Being   this is the start of Sam our MC as he does as he wishes and stands above all



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[ This is my first novel so I may make some mistakes as English is not my first language and I might use some reference to other web novel so plz don't hate  thxx that's all ]

[ The only reason I am making this is because I fell this strange feeling of being op and I want to share it with others ]

Once inside the train the doors closed and they entered the luxurious train. Although they had appeared to be sad when they left their District neither of them had cried. Which was probably a good sign. When they looked around they saw absolutely wonderful furniture, beautifully painted walls and many more things. Although Kaiser had seen the blueprints of said train, knew how to pilot it and much more he was still shocked by the luxury. Not even Aster who lived together with the mayor and was much more well off was immune to the change. The contrast between this and their home district was simply extreme. Before they could fully immerse themselves in this new environment they felt a sudden acceleration which startles them for a moment. Shortly after they are being taken to their respective rooms which is more like a personal apartment based on the standard of living of the Capitol citizens. When he goes to take a shower he purely out of habit uses his Observation Skill to figure out the individual functions of the many buttons and displays present. After he had done many trips through the forest as training he was almost forced to double check everything with his Observation Skill.


A nice shower with warm water and relaxing music later he began to check out his wardrobe. Dozens of different clothes in various sizes and made out of a multitude of materials presented themselves when he opened the door. As it had gotten a bit colder he opted for a thin pullover and jeans as well as a fancy belt, although it wouldn't have made much of a difference to simply use a T-Shirt as small differences in temperature didn't really bother him. But why would he not dress a bit warmer when he had the opportunity? Glancing towards his box he decides to wait with using the cloak for a while. Enjoying himself with a few games on a game console he found next to a large screen to pass the time he waits until Asmodeus comes to take him to dinner.


When they arrived Aster was already sitting there, playing with her golden bracelet, seemingly waiting for them. When they entered the room she looked up, perhaps she had heard the footsteps? Although that seemed to be highly unlikely as none of them were wearing shoes at the moment. As soon as Kaiser was seated as well Asmodeus disappeared once more. Seeing that Aster had showered as well he decided to do a bit of small talk until Asmodeus would return. "How was your shower? Did you find the right buttons?" She was surprised for a moment before replying: "Well it took a while until I managed to find the important ones which did what I wanted. How did you do?" Kaiser chuckled. "Quite well. It seems as though I hit most of the important ones on the first try although a few buttons held a lot of surprises. The music was especially nice." At Kaiser's mention of music Aster's eyes seemed to shine. "Music? I didn't find any sadly. But isn't it weird how many different things they have?" Kaiser smiled and replied: "They're from the Capitol. What did you expect?" She laughed. "True. If there was anything to make life easier then that thing can be found in the capitol sooner or later."


Before they could move on to another topic or even continue Asmodeus who had escorted two older people towards the table interrupted them. Kaiser who had studied the previous Hunger Games knew exactly who they were. The large male who would probably be his mentor was named Chaff who had won the 45th Hunger Games and had lost one hand in the process. Sadly he was an alcoholic and he didn't know if he would be able to help them very much. The female he knew as Seeder would most likely tutor Aster. She had won the 32th Hunger Games and had no known addictions which was one of the best conditions for a victor to be in. Both had dark skin and dark hair although Seeder was much older and already had a bit of gray hair. The biggest question to him was if they would be mentored separately or if they would tutor both of them equally and together.


When the both of them sat down Chaff immediately grasped towards a bottle of alcohol which had been put on the table but before he had even reached it Seeder had already grabbed his arm. "Don't you remember our agreement Chaff? You can drink as much as you want over the year but whenever we start training the new tributes you have to stop." Chaff sighed deeply and after Seeder had let go of his hand he relaxed it and seated himself properly. "You're simply no fun Seeder." "And you have to test me every year if I forget the agreement. I'm old but not senile Chaff! Now behave!" "Yes, MOM." Kaiser and Aster merely watched as both of them bantered. Of course Seeder wasn't Chaffs real mum but due to the fact that she had mentored him they had grown quite close after all these years.


After a few more minutes the pair finally turned towards Kaiser and Aster. "Excuse us children but this boy right here simply has no manners. My name is Seeder as you probably all know. And this idiot next to me is our notorious drunk Chaff. We will oversee your training together and do our best to try and get you to survive. If you have any questions then come to us and we will be happy to answer all of them, right Chaff?!" The man simply grumbled "Yes." Before he drowned a glass of juice next to him and grimaced. "Why did I ever agree to this stupid rule..." "Because you were really drunk when I asked you to and you agreed. This way you'll have to learn from your mistakes. Why don't you simply go to therapy?" Chaff was still unhappy with this answer but didn't want to start anything so he focused on dinner. Countless delicacies had been presented to all of them. Wonderful tastes accompanied their evening which we finished off in various ways. After a short introduction they had played various board games as well as a few card games which their mentors probably used to determine our general sense for tactic as well as our character. About two hours later they went to bed. Asmodeus who had silently listened during dinner had already left before the games had begun.


Retreating inside his room Kaiser continued to watch the surroundings. They had already come far, especially since the train was so extremely fast. From what he knew about the tracks that had been laid out they would soon stop to refuel. Soon he had enough and climbed into bed to awake well rested the next day. On top of the comfortable mattress, underneath cool and comfortable covers he slept soundly.

The MC Hermann dies, meets God and starts his journey through the fantasy worlds. His aim is to not only travel through anime worlds but see a large amount of different worlds to become stronger and experience new things.



I don't own the books and comics this fanfiction is all about and I don't own the new picture as well. I found this on www.pinterest.dk/pin/731905376919081959/ and if the creator wants me to delete it then I will happily oblige.

Currently I'm writing another fanfiction called "The Unwilling Sailor" so if you like you could check it out as well

First world: My Hero Academia
Second world: The Hunger Games

Frankly speaking, Andy has never been so tired, even if the code words nested in the study for days and nights are not so tired.
    This kind of thing is not easy to do, especially in the face of a smart person. Even if he has thought of reasonable answers to some questions at home, he still makes Allen. DeGeneres drew some truth. For example, his previous views on death performance and his views on homosexual love. Fortunately, he was confused by all kinds of embarrassment and shameless cuteness, and ended the recording of "Allen Show" in the laughter of Allen and the audience.
    Andy's humor and wisdom also made Alan appreciate it very much, especially when he expressed his opinion on the relationship with XING "I can not agree with the way you live, but I am willing to defend your right to live differently from me!" , But also got a big hug from Allen.
    After exchanging phone numbers with Allen, at the door of the BS Los Angeles branch building, a brand new silver-gray Bentley has been waiting for a long time. Joseph quickly walked in front of Andy and opened the door. After Andy sat in the car, He took off his jacket, took a bottle of water from the car refrigerator, took a sip, took a breath, leaned back on the seat, closed his eyes slightly, recalled what he had said in the recording, and relaxed after discovering that there were no mistakes.
    Don't say anything, don't be nervous, don't really think that the tiger's body can be shocked, people kneel and lick their surrender, that is. It's strange that the two worlds were not nervous when he was on TV for the first time. Fortunately, his first appearance came to a successful end, thanks to his deliberately bottomless touted host Alan several times, so that she does not deliberately make things difficult for herself After all, his previous black history is indeed quite a lot.
    In any case, today's goals are all achieved, new book promotion, image shaping, black history washing, white screen debut. Drinking water silently thinking in his mind. Although he would like to wash all the black history in one go, he also knows the reason why the speed is not enough, and underage drinking, ** what is really not so easy to forget, especially during this period of his popularity At such a high level, the vulgar speculation of unscrupulous media makes the road to whitewash more difficult.
    At present, only the aura of success can be used to dilute the stain on his body. After all, people are tolerant of the successful. Do not believe you see Steve Jobs, he has more black history, and even more Americans can not forgive, but later, uncle Joe, Joe God, who still pay attention to his rough, stingy, treacherous and cold-blooded.
    So Andy valued his writer's identity very much. Now, these "Dark Fairy Tales", "The Hunger Games" and "Dream of Dreams" are all the stepping stones for him to open up the situation. He agreed to go on the show and also to let himself His new book is more widely publicized, making his talented writer's aura stronger, so that even if he makes mistakes in the future, people can treat him more generously.
    In the recording process, Andy was most proud of the various short paragraphs, the tricks of the soul poison. To be honest, he really did not know that he could sell the cuteness without shame, but the audience on the scene liked it, and all kinds of laughs also let The show has always been in a happy atmosphere.
    The ringtone interrupted Andy's contemplation, "Hey, the festival list is over, and I'm on my way home. Well, it's going well. It's strange not to be nervous, mainly because Allen is a good person and didn't ask some embarrassing questions, right, Don't pick up the show for me. Okay, I won't listen to those reasons. That's it, I'm hanging up."
    Hanging up the phone did not give Karl the chance to flicker over the phone, and gave the game company a call to ask about the situation, and reiterated his own emphasis on the quality of the game.
    "Time is not a problem. What I need is an exquisite game that allows players to admire, work slowly and work hard! What? You don't know what it means to work slowly and work fine, okay, it's all over the years. "" Andy rolled his eyes and hung up the phone, playing with the phone in his hand, thinking for a while.
    That's all for now. Looking out through the car window, looking at the endless stream of cars and various passers-by, reaching out and squeezing his fists.
    The future will be in my hands!
    After the "Allen Show" aired, Carl started to follow up on the propaganda work of "The Hunger Games". He firmly held Andy's thigh even if he knelt and licked, because Andy gave him more than money In return, more important is dignity and status.
    I remembered how I looked at the CAA broker's representative embarrassingly leaving his office the other day with contempt.
    Now he is the goal pursued by various Hollywood film companies. Andy's hot sale, fools know the value, especially the first volume of "The Hunger Games" is considered the most valuable IP.
    Karl just walked into the building of Xuele Publishing House and saw Mcmiller greet him with a smile on his face. He nodded expressionlessly and said hello. He didn't pay attention to the hand extended by Mcmiller and looked at The other party withdrew his embarrassed hand and walked towards the elevator without any pause. He listened to the other person's compliment along the way. Carl's mouth turned up slightly, and his fat body was much lighter. Mike Miller was so angry, the other party felt how to shut him off, and before Andy fluttered the street, the other party's face was even more ugly.
    Mcmiller looked at Carl who entered the meeting room, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared, because his over-repressed anger made him blush, and his hands were clenched into fists, but it quickly became like a discouraged The ball, with a wry smile, sighed, thinking about his attitude towards Carl before, maybe this is retribution.
    The meeting room was quickly filled with people. Elton Bull, the president of Xuele Press Los Angeles, was very optimistic about the prospect of "The Hunger Games", and even deep in his heart, he published this series with him." "Harry Potter" is comparable. He knows exactly what such a series will bring to the publishing house and him, so he decided early in the morning to run the publication and publicity of this part.
    "Mr. Carl, this is a sample of book reviews sent by major newspapers. You can see if there is anything that needs improvement." Eltonpur handed Carl a stack of documents and said with a smile.
    Karl Fei took the file with no expression on his face, and carefully looked over it. Now, anything about Andy can't be treated sloppyly for him.
    "A thrilling adventure, fantasy and unpredictable super-selling youth!-----"The Wall Street Journal".
    "Stephanie Mayer, author of "Twilight" and Stephen King, the thriller master, read this book without sleep, sleepless nights, and crazy addiction! ------" The New York Times".
    . . . . . .
    Karl looked through them one by one, smiled and handed the documents back to Eltonpur, and said with great satisfaction: "Andy is right, professional things are handed over to professional people, thanks to the publishing house and Elton Mr. effort."
    Elton heard Carl's compliment words, very helpful, and smiled back: "This is what we should do, and our service aim is to satisfy our customers."
    After the two complimented each other, they began to discuss the next promotion work.
    "Mr. Carl, see if you can get Mr. Andy Smith on a few more talk shows to promote, and the sales of "Allen Show" have greatly stimulated sales." Elton Bull listened to the introduction of each This kind of propaganda program suddenly said to Carl around.
    Karl Fei's face twitched slightly and replied directly: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Elton, except for the "Allen Show" and "Saturday Night Live" which were promised earlier, Mr. Andy Smith has rejected all TV shows, because he is creating a new one, there is no time at all."
    Looking at Elton Bull's disappointed expression, Carl whispered Andy's willfulness in his heart, but he knew that Andy's new book had been written a few days ago, but Andy did not agree to appear in the camera, and everything was useless. He really doesn't understand Andy's idea. It's tempting to be on the talk show, increase the exposure, and become a star that everyone wants. How can Andy not cooperate?
    Andy, who was teasing two little Doberman pinschers who had been sent a few days ago, suddenly sneezed, rubbed his nose, scolded, and continued to play with the two puppies.
    Looking at the Doberman who was chasing behind him, he was very satisfied. Because of the pure blood, the price was naturally high. One male and one mother, Andy named them Kuaiyin and Witches, and the puppies were running around him, and they were very close to him. Andy was also very happy. He would touch Kuaiyin once, and he would always touch him. Witch pounced on his calf. The puppies are all three months old and their bodies grow very strong. They are very curious about the new environment. Once they sniff the leaves that fall on the lawn with their noses, they use their claws to pull the dirt on the grass.
    The blooming flowers in the bushes aroused the little guy's interest. They sniffed their noses, sneezed while being stimulated by pollen. After sneezing, they seemed to feel a trace of anxiety, and they all barked at the flowers.
    "Haha..." Andy could not help but seeing the funny scene of the two puppies. This made him feel for the first time in this time and space that he was no longer lonely. Even if it was just two dogs, this emotion was very subtle. Perhaps it was the incredible thought of crossing this kind of thing, and Andy kept a trace of vigilance subconsciously at all times, which is very Worrying, the lack of security made him very upset.
    However, since he was accompanied by two young Dubins, he never woke up again in the middle of the night. The superposition of his soul made his five senses too sharp. Any strange noises at night made him unable to sleep. Now the bodyguards stay and stay small The dog's company greatly relieved his tight nerves.
    With the success step by step, he was still in contact with strangers deep in his heart, especially the night after the recording of "Allen Show", he could hardly sleep well. His secret was discovered in his sleep, and various confessions were forced. Various blood draws and slices made him feel scared.
    In fact, this is also a normal phenomenon. When you have a secret that decides life and death, no one can face it calmly, you can only bear it yourself, slowly increase your own capacity to accommodate this nightmare, and then stay in the deepest memory, It was not until the moment of death that he was finally relieved.

From the 2015 Chinese mobile game programmer Song Dawei who walked through the appendage and drowned American young writer Andy Smith in 2006, now that you are reborn, enjoy your life.

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This is a fire pit. It's prism-shaped. It's outside. The peak of a local Appalachian mountain is not far away-or up.
Up here, the air is clean. And everything moves slower...unless it's falling, and at this altitude, that's been known to happen.
Johanna lies atop the prism, on her chest. It's flat. You'd expect a would-be prostitute of a had-been president to have riper boobs. OTOH, she was tortured in the Capitol's captivity for as long as Peeta was...
She's in the buff. Her back is long. Her ass is humping. Her upper legs are overstocked.
Like a spot in the middle of her back, Peeta massages her back's most sensitive spot. He's hard...and he's overwhelmed by the local plain, made of human skin, that constitutes an older woman's back.
Peeta wouldn't call this cougar dating. Cougars are usually a decade older, or more, than their "prey." Johanna's only five years Peeta's senior. And in accordance with the "half your age plus seven" rule...
Interesting; two years ago, Johanna would've been too old for him. This year, however, he's just perfect for her, age-wise and everything...
If only he weren't married... But then, she's already said she doesn't care, hasn't she?
Johanna asks him if he's done this with Katniss yet. He tells her he hasn't seen her since it happened.
Johanna smiles. She seems to be glad that Peeta's this small. She has plans to sexually subdue him. He can just feel it...
But then, she has already. He's rubbing her back, and he can think of one reason-or two reasons, rather-why he shouldn't.
She asks him if he misses Katniss. He pauses, realizing he doesn't know what to think about that. She asks the question louder. He misinterprets the raised volume's meaning, and answers with an instant "NO!"
He keeps rubbing her sensitive spot. She tells him if he's wandering away from it.
Sometimes she bends her legs. Peeta flinches when she does. At his size, her heels are like incoming asteroids. And her ass cheeks are like a pair of dome-shaped hills.
Johanna seems to purr when Peeta hastily admits he doesn't miss Katniss. Part of him wishes he were a better liar under pressure.
And to think that Katniss always trusted him to do the talking during their travels in the Capitol prior to the Hunger Games. But here, small, on a potential dominatrix's back, it's easy for him to wish he had an envoy of his own.
Johanna admits that she's missed Peeta a lot since they last parted ways after the Revolution. Bed's never been colder. She confesses her depression even then; she'd always dreaded that Katniss would get the boy in the end, and not her. And to think that she, Johanna, and Peeta shared the same confinement as captives in the Capitol.
Peeta confesses that Katniss did a lot to help him then, including advocate for him when the rest of the rebels were convinced that he'd turned traitor. He couldn't just break her heart like he didn't need her. Johanna's a scary girl, but the Girl on Fire is scarier. Snow himself couldn't kill her, and he killed everybody.
Johanna chuckles, and admits that she's always been more of an nihilist. She believes that Snow didn't kill Katniss by chance, and not because he wasn't "meant to."
Johanna isn't pretending to be weak for Peeta. But then, of course, they know each other; and therefore, Peeta knows-and has seen firsthand-how dangerous Johanna can be inside and outside of a Hunger Games arena-but mainly inside.
This is no Hunger Games arena. Although Peeta would be bluffing if he said that his life hasn't felt like another Hunger Games ever since he tried to trick Katniss into divorcing him.
At least there aren't twenty-three other youths trying to kill him. But then, most of the animals that've attacked him aren't known for their relatively longer life spans...
"Katniss married you." Johanna turns her head, and smiles. "I wouldn't have. I would've fucked you until one of us died...preferably me."
Well...she's certainly no wife, in or out of marriage. But then, Katniss probably could've told Peeta that.
Or, so Peeta assumes. But then, it's been SUCH a long time since Katniss has been herself...
Johanna tells him she likes him better when he's this small. He's not very deterring when it comes to protecting her, but at least she won't have to wrestle him to keep him all to herself-away from prettier girls who make better bids-with bigger boobs, and more refined habits...
Peeta keeps rubbing the "secret spot" on her back. For some reason, he feels like he's found his calling...and it couldn't have been farther from Katlanna.
What sounds like a horn blares across the sky. Peeta looks around. A mosquito has dared land on his mistress's rump. It's lowering its proboscis into her soft fatty ass flesh...
Peeta doesn't hesitate. He abandons his post, and charges the vampire leviathan.
It's a long charge. Peeta's surprised he doesn't get tired before getting to the target.
He climbs up her ass cheek like an animal. But then, it's an animal he's attacking, isn't it?
Peeta gets there. The mosquito doesn't budge. He claps his hands. He shouts. He waves his arms. He tries to rip the damn vampire's legs off.
They're stronger, and a lot more stubborn, at this size. Peeta had no idea.
Peeta screams when Johanna pancakes the mosquito with her open hand, spanking herself. At least she didn't spank Peeta. Her hand was WAY too close. It could've crushed her. It just fell out of the sky, spontaneously, like something huge and flat. Peeta's lucky the wind didn't blow him into her A-hole.
"Hmm, skeeters," she brushes the vampire's carnage off her bum. "Hate those things."
As she sweeps, she creates earthquakes over her bum. To Peeta, it's like watching a carcass get ripped to shreds.
Then, Johanna reaches out her pinkie finger. She helps Peeta back onto her bum.
"You've earned a break, little one," Johanna turns her head, and smiles. "Enjoy a nice long nap on one of the best two mattresses in Panem, courtesy of what my mama gave me...seventeen years before Snow killed her."
Peeta tries to rest...but doesn't know if he can. At least she left him on the ass cheek that isn't smeared with mosquito carnage.
"And for the record," Johanna adds, "if you were Snow, I wouldn't have killed just the mosquito a while ago. That sorry bastardous excuse for a president murdered my whole family, and not just my mother, because I didn't become his whore. Panem's better off without him. I'm not gonna lie; I'm glad Katniss did what she did; I just wish she'd have saved another arrow-and a nuke-tipped one-for Snow."
Peeta isn't entirely sure Panem is without Snow. Ever since meeting Katlanna, Peeta's been undermined with a terrible suspicion that Katniss has become so obsessed with Snow-after having been obsessed with nothing but him during the Revolution-that half of her has become him.
And yet, Katlanna is so...playful, and good humored. It's hard to believe someone as pleasant as that could be Snow's legacy. Snow was cruel and vile. And any children he had who would've survived the final Hunger Games would've surely grown up to be just like him...even if they did look up to the Girl on Fire behind his back.
But Katlanna is also dangerous, and needs to be put down. Peeta merely means she's more amiable than Snow was; he is by NO means suggesting that he's warming up to Katlanna, or the cold-shouldered bitch Katniss's similar-yet-unrelated obsession with Buttercup has made her.
"But I'm happy to be your whore, Peeta," Johanna adds, "just so you know. But then...it's you who's mine now, isn't it?" She giggles, and rests. Every now and then, she startles Peeta with her asteroid-sized heels, as she bends her legs spontaneously.
"Rest long and easy, little one," she adds. "We've got a lot of work to do for the rest of our lives."
That sounded scary to Peeta when she said it. And yet, his more masculine parts actually anticipate what cruel sexual feats she could possibly have in store for her tiny new gigolo...

Kiko was looking at his personal phone, and looking for some apartment or just some simple place to live and of course the important thing a place to work.

   "Having a new life really is hard, im 18 now so i must be independent, though im an orphan i guess i can do some simple jobs, i dont have education but atleast i have general knowledge about the world." As Kiko search for place to live, a big bill board was bradcasting something.

  " Good Day, to everyone around the world, we have an exciting news for you." A Jolly and Excited voice of an Pretty Elf in the Billboard was heard. As various scenes played in the billboard, a man battling with monsters with various sizes and killing his way out of the monster horde, a woman with the ability to control monsters is attacking a hole group of Humans, An Orc with heavy build cleaving everything in its path monster or human nothing is exempted and many more scenes with most of it magic and fightings.

 "Wow!" Kiko can't help but exclaim 
 
  "Nirvana games present to you Arcadia the world of magic and adventure. Hello everyone this is your pretty host Ellfy, today is the 10 anniversarry of Arcadia and Nirvana Games decided to give you." Elffy pointed at the screen and a some sort of Helmet was formed. " This is the Virtual Helmet that players use to acces Arcadia, thanks to the bright Mind of Akahashi Rimuru it was all posible and now for the exciting part of todays announcement." Elffy looking pretty excited.
   " For the 1 st decade of the game Nirvana Games generously offered a perk for new incoming players." A thousand box of varous colors appeared in the screen
 
  " This will be given to the new players as it might help them in their adventures in Arcadia, they can only pick one, but do'nt fret everyone for its not limited but there is a time limit it will only be available for a month, so a friendly advice buy the game or you might be late for this wonderful advantage." Elffy winked at the screen.
  
  "Last but not the least, because of the kind hearts of Nirvana Games, they will give away a thousand Virtual Helmet with the Game on it, so register your name and personal phone adress and you ready to go. Once again Good Day everyone." and Ellfy disappered and some intsructions was plastered to the screen and the Web adresd of Nirvana Games.

  Kiko hurriedly took a picture of the instructions. " This might be our chance in life." Kiko smiled and silently prayed he win.

  As he continued his lookout for work and a place to stay. As time passed Afternoon arrived he finally found an apartment with budgeted price for a budgeted money Kiko owned.
 
  It just a small room good enough for one person it has a good comfort room and an readily available bed for Kiko to use.

  Luckily the Orphanage was not petty and handed him a small help of 5,000 pesos and the rent was 3,000 Pesos per month which leave him with 2,000 more.

  " Hayss.. If i wont find a work soon i might die in hunger." Kiko sighed and bought him self a dinner for later which cost him 200 pesos for it was ordered in a fast food,for he doesnt have time to cook.

Time is the most uncontorllable factor in physical world, Some people doubt if time really exist, even other directly deny the existence of time, but Time that we use to follow, controls its' environment.

If Time advances, everything follows as they say time waits for no one.

Year 2218 Kikos blessed day his 18th birthday, he will start a new life by leaving the Orphanage where he grew up. 

Kiko will try his fate if he can be someone succesful in the new time and new world. Kiko will face adventure with varrying emotions and will fight his way out of poverty.

Follow Kiko in his adventure in.. The World Behind the Helmet.

The family that adopted me (forcefully of course)was an old couple by the last name of Henderson, my adopted father Jonathan Handerson was a man of 45 years old used to live in England but moved to us in 2001  to start his writing business with his wife Jasmin Handerson, a typical 40 years beautiful English blond women, they married in their thirties; they loved each other but Jasmin was impotent and couldn't have children and she demanded a divorce a couple of time, why you ask because she knows that her husband went nothing more than to have a child to cuddle, but Jonathan loved his wife more so he rejected the divorce and gave up on having children.

when I was searching for a couple to adopt me, I noticed them coming a couple of times to the adoption center but never entering.
 it like they are conflicted about the whole adaption thing, so I gave them the final push in the form of mind control, and the deal is done.             
after I moved to live with the Handerson couple, it was a refreshing experience for me, yeah try and live in abandoned houses for a whole year, the couple's house was in queens, and I kind of like the place, the neighborhood was clean, and no major crime happening there.

 I intended to take a break from all the heist thing, well I saved(stole) about 10 million backs in just one year, I targeted all the deals that were happening in New York, about 30 deals that I stopped was about drugs, and another 10 was about other things(Weapons, human trafficking...) you ask how I know about all these deals, well it easy just catch some kind of thug and mind control him then interrogate him.  
People started calling me ghost, I am known vigilante in New York now but no one saw me in action, night time is my thing,

 I enjoy doing things in the dark, well you know going in, fighting some gangsters, calling the police, and of course, taking all the money then vanishing.
I am taking a break from the vigilante thing because it becomes a boring thing for me and the shield (Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division) is on my back, I noticed some people following me a couple of weeks ago; I had to use my illusion to shake them off after which I mind-controlled one of them and interrogated him, and guess what, it was shield plus hydra behind the scenes so I decided to lie low for know.

The plan was for the next three years is to train like hell, maybe complete the Saitama hell training. Learn all the skills of Ezio, and maybe start some business with mind control thing and became famous.
 so at least when my ghost identity became public or something shield by extension hydra can't do shit about me, I mean you can't control the future all you can do is to plan a countermeasure.

My future business will be about writing books, novels, manga, comics, movies.
You ask why I chose this field of business, well that easy, because first the media in marvel world sucks, no game of thrones, no harry potter, no naruto, no Overwatch.
Second, that the easy way I mean both of my adoptive father and mother are writers so the road is open for me.  

The first thing I decided to do is to write the harry potter books which I will publish in my name, second write the song of ice and fire book and convince (maybe mind control) my father to publish it in his name, and third write the hunger games series for my mother. 
With the whole meditation thing I did, my memory became clear like a clean lake of water, so it was easy for me to copy the books from my old world.
two months later I finished writing the first book from the song of ice and fire, another two months and I finished the first book from the hunger games, another two months, and I fished writing harry potter and the philosopher stone.
in just one year me and my parent (adoptive of course), we become celebrity authors with our best-seller books.

The second phase of my plane which is to buy Star Industries shares like crazy well at first it was a bit difficult because who is in his right mind will sell his shares in the first and biggest company in us, of course, no one.
 so I had to throw some of my mind-controlling magic and boom, now my father owns 4 percent of the shares.

As I continued with my planes and my training it already January 2010, it already 4 years since my reincarnation, and here I am sitting in my room writing the last page of harry potter and deathly hollows part 2, in the last 2 years a lot of things happened.
first, I really opened my heart to the Handerson couple, I mean even a sociopath need some parent love, and that really helped me in healing my Psychology, it worked better than doing meditation.

I finally completed my Saitama training 5 months ago, and I am pretty sure I reached the limits of the human body, you ask why, well try bench pressing 1,000 pounds (500 kg) as a warm-up and running close to a mile (1.5 km) in less than a minute with the speed of 90 km/h.

I learned all of Ezio Skillset, the hardest skill was the eagle sense, it took me close to a year master it, now I have a freaking GPS with a radius of 200 meters, and there is the nexus access which I couldn't even touch, I mean I didn't even know where start with that skill.

my business now is thriving on its own after publishing all the books from the song of ice fire, the hunger games, and harry potter (minus the last book), we made millions of profits, and there is already movies adaption for the three series,
my father already owns 10 percent of the stark industries shares to become the third shareholder of the company after tony stark with 60 percent and Obadiah Stane with 20 percent.

as I was brooding in my room after finishing the harry potter book, I heard my mother calling that dinner is ready so I intended to go wash my hands.
"ding the user is strong enough and influential in his main world to bind the dimension gate chat room ding"
" ding, binding complete, congratulation ¬psycho slayer¬ for  becoming the admin of dimension gate chat room"
I kept staring at the blue screen that appeared in front of me then I smirked " muh, psycho slayer, what brilliant name"

nothing I own nothing except my mc
no synopsis if you went to read read
oh well mix assassin creed with marvel read to know what the result is

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