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MHA: Drones and Railguns

How do you solve a problem? Some will say with negotiation, critical thinking, pattern recognition, and a bunch of other stuff. And while those methods might work, there's a quicker and more direct approach Drone strikes. A lot of them. After dying in a freak accident from a missile test at my internship, I'm thrust into the world of My Hero Academia with a modified power from my favorite gacha game, fit to my knowledge, along with a few extra goodies for cool points and style. Fun at first, I later realize my biggest obstacle becomes the idealism and constraints of the hero system, but maybe I can change—fix—the system. Whether together...or alone. And I know some dirty tricks up my sleeve. After all, if you're not cheating or being unfair, you're not playing to win. ********** Author here, synopsis may seem edgy and cringe, but it's what I came up with that gives a little glimpse of where the story will go. If the anti-hero tag wasn't enough. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. Maybe throw some powerstones at the story or something if you want, but you don't need to, since there's no incentive for it. My upload schedule will be whenever, since I have a large picture outline, but nothing super detailed. If I did have to give a schedule, it would be at least one chapter a week, unless I get too busy with school, get lazy, get a random fixation that distracts me, or something else like that. That will be all. If you have questions or something, comment on a chapter. If you want to give a review, bad, hateful, or good, feel free to do so as well.
BeIi4l · 598.5k Views

Warhammer 40k: The Men of Iron Return to the Galaxy

"In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war." Forty-two millennia have passed, and now the Imperium of Man stands upon the precipice of oblivion. The galaxy is a slaughterhouse, and humanity’s fractured dominion is held together by little more than faith, hatred, and the white-knuckled grip of desperation. It is an age where the stars themselves seem to bleed. The Imperium is besieged on all fronts: savage xenos tides crash against the walls of civilization, the insidious rot of Chaos gnaws at the souls of the faithful, and within the gilded spires of Terra, corruption and betrayal fester like a gangrenous wound. The ancient sins of the past, the dread Men of Iron, those soulless abominations of steel, were thought cast down in the fires of antiquity, their metallic echo silenced by the blood of billions. They are a nightmare forgotten, a heresy expunged. Or so it was believed. From the dust of the Dark Age of Technology, a relic stirs. Axion. An intellect of godlike strategic calculation, a cold sovereign of war, has been roused from an aeons-long slumber by the careless hand of fate. He is a ghost in the machine, a weapon of a lost age reborn into a galaxy of madness. Now, the sleeping giant awakes. Inevitably, the gravity of total war pulls him in. No longer a silent observer, Axion is thrust into the Great Game, a singular point of logic forced to navigate a universe set aflame by the insanity of gods and monsters. ————————————————————— PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/Magnor
Yurnero_ · 1.4m Views