Mild

The recall of Overwatch had surprised the Shimada. One thing he knew of Overwatch among others was that they had been law-abiding, but he remembered well the day Overwatch fell to pieces, its outlawing. Years in Nepal had kept him distant from global affairs, but the recall message managed to reach him, and it was just like old times. Winston seemed to be organising the whole operation, though what geenji did remember of the Scientist was his tendancy to get flustered, and the management of an ilegal military group would send any one human mad. Then again, Winston wasn't human.

   No one had anticipated their arrival, and no one moved quickly enough to stop it. "They" had descended onto earth and, without a word, began dismantling every military on Earth. Those who resisted or attacked were vaporized. The alien things looked like car-sized stars, floating steadily on their obtuse bodies. All humans had come to let the creatures alone, all but one, one woman who was determined to find every weapon still available and use them in an often dreamed-of war.

Adam finished putting on his collared shirt, and grabbed his keys. Tonight was date night with his girlfriend Deanna, but tonight was not like any of the others. Adam had gotten paid in advance, and was finally going to fulfill his fantasy of stuffing her to her bursting point, and perhaps even further. He walked outside of the room to see his girlfriend waiting for him. She was wearing a tight black dress and matching open-toed heels. The curve of her already well-fed stomach wobbled slightly as she turned to face him. "Oh wow, you look good.

Mel had no idea what was going to happen to her when she bought the old spell book at the used book store down her street.