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SoNic Cage, Chapter 16: A Friend Betrays SoNicSoNic Cage, Chapter 16: A Friend Betrays SoNic by Urto
"Hey, SoNic," asked Tails, just moments before his death. "Do you like women?"
"No, I'm a sexist," replied our hero.
SoNic Cage, Chapter 15: If Everyone CaredSoNic Cage, Chapter 15: If Everyone Cared by Urto
But despite that, SoNic Cage was still getting ready to hang out with his best friend Burto. SoNic liked hanging out with Burto because it meant girls usually talked to him. Burto was a really sexy guy who all the ladies wanted to make out with, and even though women basically threw themselves at Burto, Burto knew that they were troubled by something, so he would wind up helping them rather than having sex with them. This earned Burto even more respect with these ladies, who realized he was a good guy that placed the well-being of the finer sex over his primitive masculine desires. He was six-foot-five, had perfectly alluring facial stubble, and deeply inviting green eyes that complimented his luxurious hair that flowed with waves of amber. He also didn't wear glasses or have a big nose.
Someone knocked on the door. SoNic opened it. It was Burto.
"SoNic, so good to see you!" said Burto with a grin that SoNic couldn't help but love, because it was a kind, friendly grin.
Burto was holdin
SoNic Cage, Chapter 14: The Lost Gat of 2PacSoNic Cage, Chapter 14: The Lost Gat of 2Pac by Urto
In a big secret government building somewhere, these two CIA guys were really giving the business to Harrison Ford in an interrogation room or something. Harrison Ford is a tough dude, so he only cried twice during the whole thing, but I promised him I wouldn't even tell anyone about that, so keep it on the down-low, okay?
"What do you want from me?" Harrison Ford yelled, tears running down his sexy stubble.
"An artifact of great power is believed to be hidden in an otherwise lackluster city in the Midwest, Mr. Ford," replied the CIA agent. "A weapon from times long past that many believe has the power to kill people with unspoken ease."
"W-what is it?" Harrison Ford weeped.
"The lost gat of 2Pac, missing since the very night when the rapper was killed."
"No, that's impossible!" Harrison Ford yelled, standing up. "The gat of 2Pac is only a myth. It doesn't really exist."
"It does exist, Mr. Ford. Recent intelligence has given us reason to believe that it is in the city of Station Squar
The Eleventh Guild: Magic the Gathering FanFicThe Eleventh Guild: Magic the Gathering FanFic by Urto
"An eleventh guild, even more hidden than Dimir and with more control of the masses than Azorius and Orzhov put together," Jace Beleren said in awe.
Between Bill and Jace was a table littered with papers to study. Within the abandoned basement they resided in, the table was the only piece of furniture, a solitary arrangement that ensured both men remained on their feet. Jace had joked that this was for the better, with how little sleep they had to get for sake of this study.
"Do you think anyone else knows?" Bill asked, a hint of fear in his voice betraying his calm expression.
"Bolas, maybe. We have to hope not. He wouldn't waste time, uh... is something wrong, Bill?"
Bill was staring rather intently at Jace, as if lost in another world. After an awkward second, he snapped back to reality, and shook his head.
"Oh, nothing's wrong," said Bill. "You just have a little something right here."
Bill pointed at his own face in an effort to mirror where the smudge was on Jace's face. Jace wip