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Masyaf September 1192 CE One year, Malik thought. One year of change, turmoil, fear, sadness. He sighed heavily, scratching his shoulder where an arm should have been. One year and more since he’d lost his arm, a part of himself that he still missed dearly, no matter that he’d forgiven the man whose actions had caused the loss. The year since the tragic events at Solomon’s Temple and here in the very bedrock of the Assassins themselves had not been one of quiet after the storm. Far from it. The new Master was rash, arrogant – rubbed even the irascible Altair the wrong way. He’d sent Malik like some lackey to search f

Portal: I’m Fine Indiana Characters: GLaDOS Synopsis: Sometimes we don’t understand who we’re really lying to. She told a lot of lies. She promised cake.  She promised freedom.  She promised safety and improvement.   She never delivered. And as numerous and dishonest as these lies were, they weren’t the worst she had told.  There were many more of them, far worse and far more destructive.   “I’m fine,” she told herself, when places far beyond her reach began to fall into disrepair and the rot slowly feathered its way inward. “I’m fine,” she told herself, when bank after bank

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Portal: Diminuendo Indiana Inspired by and a mirror fic of altairattorney’s ‘Crescendo’ Setting: Post Portal 2 Characters: Chell, GLaDOS Synopsis: Music came to symbolise the lie.  It is one of the few human things you come to hate. It was in your bones before you ever opened your eyes. The slow, low rumbling of the building beneath you was an eternal constant.  From the first day, where you lay in a sterile cocoon, to the last, where you were splayed across a chemical-stained floor.  The humming beneath all the noise was the steady melody of what you had come to know was a great electronic beast. It was never so muc