• The Cherrybomber

    I spent eight hours alone, not exactly locking myself away in this cramped up and abandoned apartment building. I figured this would be my base of operations, until I can find another place to go. Looking up at the ceiling once again, I blinked, vowing to myself that I will survive this brutal off road racing festival, living life like a loser, but dying internally as a king. 

    I sat up, taking a deep breath and holding it in, until letting it out. I stood up and cracked my knuckles, neck and back before heading down the spiral staircase, into the lobby and out into the night. It seemed like it was 3:00 in the morning, and the party was still going, harder and stronger than before. 

    Some douchebag on a superbike tore past, and nearly ran me o…

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  • JustAlex93

    Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the MotorStorm series in any way, shape or form, nor do I own certain OCs depicted in this fanfiction. This is all for non-profit purposes only!

    MotorStorm Fanfic: He Comes from the '30s!

    by JustAlex93

    It was the 1930s, and the U.S. (as well as the rest of the world) is under the financially-ruinous grip of the Great Depression. In addition, organized crime prospers in the big cities, with gangsters making money selling people their vices (i.e. booze, gambling, drugs, etc.) and conflicting with other gangsters for territory. Along with that, bootleggers drive through the roadways of the Appalachia region to distribute their illegally-made moonshine and evading capture by revenuers.

    However, a series of ev…

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  • The Cherrybomber

    They say it was once an island, where dreams and reality collided. Where magic and technology lived in harmony. I was reluctant to join up with these hoodlums, but I was sick of being stuck at the social justice terrorism infested community college that I attended, which was overrun with passive aggressive and phony people who claimed to be open-minded. Open-minded my ass. The second you talk about something that isn't nihilistic philosphy, hatred towards straight men, and of course, Goblins and Ghouls, you're immediately an outcast, with no hope but to go to class and shut up. The entire college's illumni to me mainly consisted of radical feminists, marxist philosophers, and ballet dancers.

    Fed up with my misery at college and being treate…

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