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n Stacey arrived at Bill Bateman's for her five year class reunion, she had no idea how a memory from her past would alter her future. In one innocent moment, a simple cordial act leads one on a path of jealous rage and another fighting for their life. Tempers flare, threats are exchanged, blood is shed, and the services of the homicide detectives are soon requested. In his second release, former homicide detective and award-winning author, Ken Lang, unveils the inner workings of a chaotic homicide unit.

In just thirteen days, Iain Clark—along with his friends—survived the initialization of the System, cheated said System to deal with a world boss, and eradicated a vampiric incursion. Oh, right, and he was directly responsible for wiping out the residents of Kringleton—Santa Claus included. Turns out Santa was a jerk, who knew? Now after two weeks of insanity, Iain thinks he's caught a break. Of course, with the System involved, things aren't so easy—they never are.

In the beginning, there was peace. Then, a sickness spread through the Nine Realms, corrupting the very fabric of reality. Those affected by the contagion turned on the rest, sparking the Great War.

In the beginning, there was peace. Then, a sickness spread through the Nine Realms, corrupting the very fabric of reality. Those affected by the contagion turned on the rest, sparking the Great War.

In the beginning, there was peace. Then, a sickness spread through the Nine Realms, corrupting the very fabric of reality. Those affected by the contagion turned on the rest, sparking the Great War.

In the beginning, there was peace. Then, a sickness spread through the Nine Realms, corrupting the very fabric of reality. Those affected by the contagion turned on the rest, sparking the Great War. Eventually, it all burned. Everything and everyone ceased to exist.

Iain never gave the holidays much thought prior to the System's arrival, and he gave it even less thought once it arrived. Thus when the System decided to intervene and involve him in an a holiday event all on its own kind of shocked him.

Since we, the RGHIA, were cheated out of your last dungeon due to some unknown interference, we’ve found a way to entertain ourselves—a new instance custom-made for you. Do you like vampires? No? How sad—for you—because that’s what you’re up against.

Welcome, Thaddeus Hellion, The Royal Grand High Imperial Architects of the System ‘welcomes’ Earth into the Universal Collective. Apparently, the most populace sentient species on this world are humans—Wow, that’s pathetic—anyway, it should be fun to watch the lot of you die. That wasn’t good. In fact, Thaddeus would go so far as to say it was terrible, since his weekly manicure appointment was more than likely canceled.

Welcome, Magnus —Insert Surname—, you have spawned into a level 70 city—soon to be dungeon. All safe zones are transitory. Due to the city’s failing infrastructure a permanent safe zone cannot be established at this time.

Once again, Gavin Randall has found himself knee deep in zealots and necromancers. One is hellbent on murdering anyone with magical abilities and the others can’t make up their minds. If that wasn’t enough, something from beyond the veil has slipped through the void to hunt him.