A Strange New Home Prologue
MGE: A Strange New Home
By JustAlex93
Disclaimer: I do not own the MGE series
Prologue
It is the year 25 AGU, an age of elightenment where conflicts are ended, advanced eco-friendly technologies and reusable energy sources are brought into the mainstream, businesses of all shapes and sizes maintain ethical practices, natural landscapes and animal species are protected and restored, and corrupt political figures and leaders are no longer in power. What is the secret to this prosperity?
Very few know, but swore never to reveal it, but all that can be said is that powerful and corrupt secret societies that manipulate world events for their own selfish purposes have been destroyed from the inside-out by individuals unknown. Because of this Great Up…
A Yo-yoer in the Demon Realm
JustAlex93 presents his second MGE fanfiction...
A Yo-yoer in the Demon Realm
Disclaimer: The author has no claim to any ownership of the MGE series.
My name is BurgleFlangle Cinnabutters...NOT! Just kidding! My name is Justin Zody, and I'm a skilled yo-yo player and a member of Team N-E Brand. The team's name means that anyone who is a member can use yo-yos from whatever brand that they liked, whether the yo-yo used is bone-stock or modded to perform competitively. Yo-yo collectors and modders are also welcomed onto the team.
Anyways, my story!
It had all started when me and some of the guys were returning home from competing in a yo-yo contest over in the Twin Cities of Minneapolis-Saint Paul in Minnesota. We had a real blast competing and sho…
The Guitarist and the Gandharva
JustAlex93 presents his first Monster Girl Encyclopedia fan fiction...
The Guitarist and the Gandharva
Disclaimer: The author does not lay claim to any ownership of the MGE series.
I am a survivor, a former conscript of the Order that had forced me to fight and left my parents and family to their greedy, lustful clutches. Damn those zealots for forcing this upon me. Currently, I'm on a train with my comrades riding to any town who is willing to accept us. I have little hope left, and the only thing that helped me to keep my sanity is my guitar.
Suddenly, as I was singing an old, but very nostalgic tune of a dragon, fire, and a small town; a tanned, well-endowed bird-woman with golden wings, a Gandharva, stops at my seat.
"That's a nice tune," S…