Warbased Stories

{At this point, I'm just making my own lore. This...well, is kinda like a prequel from Ray's (Yes, it's him, again) story about he and his friends attended this war school. You already got the idea because of the name...and the tag...and the "subtle" hints...and also this picture of their little sister, Katyusha. Pretty disturbing, but it's fitting (compliments to the artist who made this). I urge you (or not) to watch the anime "girls und panzer", otherwise you might not understand. I also do urge you to read my previous books (not advertising them) to get a better understanding. Again, some qoutes and names are inspiration and references from other stuff. Movies, books, other kind of stuff, basically...non of it is mine. I hope you enjoy and...I'll continue making more stuff. Or not, if I get lazy or anything. Let's see about that...} (Description is archived, initiating new description.) (New edit: Well, after giving it much thought, the drapes doesn't match the carpet. What I mean by that is that the title doesn't fit the cover. I chose a fan art of Tony Stark as my canon appearance for Ray, or the favoured brother. Hope this won't cause total confusion.) *Meanwhile, at the airport awaiting his flight, his bags were given to him by a fat black guy.* Ray: Is Katyusha even there? I haven't seen her in years and I feel terrible. Uncle Mason: Don't you worry, kiddo. You will meet Katyusha, just don't aim at her head. You'll be in the army! Haha! Ray: What does that mean, uncle? Terminal intercom: Flight to Oarai is now boarding passengers. Uncle Mason: Here's your plane, get out of here, boy. Ray: Love you, uncle Mason. Uncle Mason: Love you too, nephew.

It was a normal day, until the Officials called the village to a meeting. "The games shall start in one week!" The leader announced, "Two people from each district will be chosen to fight for out entertainment." He held up a bowel, filled with scraps of paper. "Now," He pulled out two, "Our contestants are... Y/n L/n and Mitchell Hughes!" Gasps filled the air. The boy, one of the greatest hunters, sure, he could win, gasp of hope. But, the girl, the quiet one in the back, the blind one? No way. Impossible. She wouldn't last an hour. The girl proudly walked forward, refusing help. Her blurry eyes filled with determination. But what else was there? Fear.