#built to scale (fever)

[worstvideogamesong-poll]

Worst Video Game Song Tournament - Round 1 Match 31

Built to Scale - Rhythm Heaven Fever

VERSUS

Main Theme - Beverly Hills Cop (PC)

FIGHT!

I would recommend listening to as much as you can of each song before voting, but how you choose is up to you! Remember to be civil in the tags and replies!

Propaganda under cut:

Built to Scale:

Beverly Hills Cop Theme:

"Kind of a fun melody line. and then it repeats. and then it repeats. and then it repeats. and then it repeats. and then it repeats. yeah the tempo changes but that is not enough to make this enjoyable dsafasd and then they made a sequel game for it! with the same exact melody again and not even really different instrumentation!!! aaaaaa the ds version of built to scale was perfect and they besmirch its name like this..."

"Hyper compressed and sounds like a dying ice cream truck. Awful to the point where it wraps back around to being good."

Feel free to add more propaganda in the tags and replies, or send it to me in the ask box and I'll try to share it as soon as I can!

[345rusl]

So like

What's the lore of these things

[zememerrart]

Proof that you can make an OC out of anything, this is a "widgetsona," who I named Lord Polyrhytm. They're based on the widgets from Rhythm Heaven's Polyrthm and Built to Scale games

[puppys-rhythm-heaven]

it's probably just me being very autistic about the randomest shit in rhythm heaven but i think it's neat that in fever built to scale the sound effect right before you press b to make a widget is completely independent from the gameplay. it plays even if you fucked up and the rod isn't there anymore. idk i just think it's neat.

[legendofrhythm]

Felt pretty sick today drew something to help me feel better maybe

[cipheramnesia]

My mech combat fever drives me up the wall because I don't vibe with the whole like humanoid or semihumanoid designs although they're cool, just like not my brain treats, and I'm zero amounts interested like the finances of maintaining a robot or the attrition and heat in combat, and again the mechs that are more like giant mechanical magical girls are cool and the ttrpg mechs are cool, and something missing which is almost Neon Genesis Evangelion because that was a bit of a lightbulb moment in realizing that Mechs ought bleed and have broken bones and giant scale traumatic injuries, but that also was more of a like, idk, a guy who pilots a giant Jesus that runs on teenage depression, and no one even built the giant Jesus they just found it and drilled a hole for a dude or something. The point is I'm here for the blood, which is how I have ended up obsessed over the idea of humans building giant biomechanical insects that eat their pilot's entire mind because they have a dozen artificial brains throughout their bodies because they're huge so the pilot gets digested and excreted into a dozen parts and the whole thing runs on human nightmares and a nuclear reactor.

[eliashirsch]

God Tier Top Gun Fanfictions. A Masterlist. (4/3)

More Top Gun fic recs:)) Different pairings ahead.

Winner Categories:

1. Best of the Best Authors (1/3)

2. Best of the Best Series (2/3)

3. Best of the Best Fics (3/3)

4. Honorary Mentions (4/3)

REMINDER! READ THE AUTHORS' TAGS AND WARNINGS!!!

Honorary Mentions

gold rush by gamerring @asimmutableasgravity

All his life, Jake Seresin has wanted to live his life as loud as possible. So that when he dies, people can place flowers on his casket. When the light hits him, sunbaked and smiling and grinning. He's whole and happy and everything he could ever want. He bites down on his teeth. Later, he hunches over the porcelain, petals falling out of his mouth, and is already one step in his grave. - Flowers, fighter pilots and the true fatality of your feelings spilling out.

Jake angst:)) And here’s another one from gamerring:

it's nice to have a friend by gamerring

"Will you marry me?" Ice is on his knees. His posture screams military, but his face is genuine. His eyebrows are furrowed in worry and a hesitant smile plays at his lips. The ring sits in a green velvet box. The band is gold and shiny, with a diamond inlaid in the middle. The rock seems to glow under the sunset, and Maverick's heart starts beating against his chest. This- it's spectacular. It's breathtaking. It's not for him. He bites his cheek for a microsecond, and then forces a smile."That's great. She can't say no to that." And a traitorous part of his soul hopes she does. - Three times Maverick should have said something, and the one time he did.

Just read the summary:) (This is canon.)

Lessons in pushing boundaries by will_thewisp

Maverick never needed lessons in pushing boundaries. Not if those boundaries are about going faster, further or screwing up on an ever increasing scale, because he'd run off the edge of the world before he'd let a thought that scared him shitless take root in his mind. It was enough that it was already in his heart. Or Maverick crashes the Darkstar and needs a very long time to learn that there's things that can and should be fixed. And that he's always had the tools to do it.

Don’t forget a tissue when reading this!

Amen by demiclar @demiclar

"What do you want done with your body when you die?" Pete Mitchell grieves his best friend.

Can you tell I love Mav angst?:)

Vanilla Milk by Specter_Ross

After the mission, Rooster is struggling to sleep so Maverick pulls some old methods out from when Bradley was a kid, in hopes of helping him.

I never get tired of reading MavDad and Bradley:)

A Perch Built for Two by chase_acow @cowsalot

Rooster is well known for keeping his own company, but between Maverick's reemergence and the suicide mission, Hangman manages to weasel his way into Bradley's attention. He's never let an alpha so close to him before, but Hangman might be the best choice - experienced and unlikely to ask for more than Bradley was willing to give. Unfortunately for him, it's Bradley who wants more, and he has no idea how to ask for it.

Another win for Hangster!

A Little Unconventional by McDanno50

Maverick didn’t know how he ended up here a month after the mission – on his back with his legs spread for not one, but two, hungry alphas. These alphas wanted Maverick so much that they no longer fought but worked together all in the name of mutual pleasure. It felt too good to be true, like a fevered dream conjured up by a broken mind. But even if he couldn’t believe his eyes, he had four other senses to rely on. A self-indulgent fic in which Omega!Maverick gets fucked by Alpha!Bradley and Alpha!Jake. That's literally it.

Mav/Bradley/Jake:)))))

Not Clamorous For Pardon by Arsenic @arsenicjade33

Okay, but what if the Navy didn't outlaw flogging as a punishment in 1896? Asking for a friend.

Another one of my favorite tropes: Mav being bullied by the Navy:(

still dangerous by cygnettine

Where was he? Jake was to his right, Bradley in front of him, the girls between their dads. Someone was missing. He was missing. Why was he missing? He was supposed to be there; that was a family dinner and he was family, he was his whole soul, why wasn’t he there? *** Maverick loses himself and wanders helplessly in his own mind until someone finally comes to his rescue.

Mav has Alzheimer's Disease:(

take a chance on the edge of life by Lacerta

It was a suicide mission. Of course they didn't succeed on their first try. - When Maverick dies, he loops back to the morning before.

An Edge of Tomorrow AU. Love this one. 

you've got the win in your bag by discosleaze @paulmezcal

“I’m going to go in and get something pierced, and if you’re a good boy, it’ll be my nipple. If you’re not, it’ll be my tongue.” Speaking of tongues, Bradley just about swallows his. “Why would that be a bad thing?” he croaks out, not enjoying how amused Jake is, mocking, even. “Well, Bradshaw, because I wouldn’t be able to blow you for weeks afterwards.” Jake contemplates a second piercing, Bradley contemplates nothing.

asdfghfghjkjhgfdsadfg. This one’s too hot for me.

How Big? by thenofutureshoe

"Most people would have had to give themselves a pep-talk, most people would have been nervous or unsure of the whole thing, Maverick Mitchell was not most people. He was a fucking power bottom and proud of it. This was not his first rodeo, pun intended. And he always got his man." Once Maverick hears the story behind Slider's callsign, it sounds more like a challenge than anything else.

This one… I never thought their difference in size could be this hot…

a dream of crashing by thefireplanet

Maverick buys a plane. Somehow, this becomes Iceman’s problem.

THIS ONE’S NOT COMPLETED! But it’s still so fun to read and the characterization is spot on!

and the bunny goes 𝒽𝑜𝓅, 𝒽𝑜𝓅, 𝒽𝑜𝓅 by Meadow_Wanderer

Contrary to expectation, he rarely measures time by the number of years he's lived without his father. Instead, he appraises in happenings. Every birthday, school graduation, and precious firsts; every milestone passing as the memory of his father becomes fainter and fainter until finally he reaches the last occasion where the end and the beginning meet, the son and the sire a breath's width apart, like reaching to touch one's reflection in the mirror. The very same one he'll face in just shy of a few hours.

Weird and fun!

you are not alone (i watch over you) by redwithlove

“Bradley, do you remember the time when you were eight and you wouldn't let me near your Pops for two days?” “What, really? Why?” “Yeah, for two whole days, can you believe it? And it all started over a can of Pringles.” Or—Bradley with Ice and Maverick over the years.

Mav and Ice and Bradley being family:) My favorite genre of topgun fics:))

PHEW! That's all the fics I've got! Thanks for reading until the end! Don't forget to leave a comment on these fics if you enjoyed them!

Here's my google doc for all four categories! >> God Tier Top Gun Fanfictions: A Masterlist

[justinspoliticalcorner]

J. Dylan Sandifer at TNR:

Two egos like Elon Musk’s and Donald Trump’s could never share the spotlight if it weren’t for the unifying force of grifter solidarity—two oligarchs teaming up to further tip the scales against everyone else. Just as Trump’s P.R. campaign as a canny dealmaker hid his multiple bankruptcies, Musk’s rogue genius performance serves as cover for the fact that he’s just another billionaire buying up others’ ideas and playing the system with enough of a safety net to repeatedly fail. His whole shtick is built on the idea that he’s a bold, self-made innovator who defies the odds, shuns government handouts, and stands for the unbridled power of the free market. In reality, his empire, built originally on an apartheid emerald mine, has been propped up by public money for years. One of its most consistent sources of income has been Tesla’s exploitation of the carbon credit market.

Tesla, the supposed future of clean energy, isn’t just making money by selling electric cars—it’s making a fortune off a regulatory loophole. In the first nine months of 2024, 43 percent of Tesla’s net income came from selling credits to other automakers that hadn’t met emissions standards. It’s not innovation that’s keeping Tesla’s finances afloat; it’s a rigged system that Musk is milking for everything it’s worth. And all the while, he’s using his newfound power as Trump’s unelected co-president to gut the very government programs that provide working people with a fraction of the support that he’s quietly pocketing. Musk loves to sneer at working-class people who rely on food stamps or unemployment benefits, claiming they’re lazy or entitled. But what’s more entitled than using regulatory credits to boost your company’s stock price and then leveraging that stock for loans to keep your cash flow steady? The hypocrisy gets even more grotesque when you look at Musk’s role in the so-called Department of Government Efficiency—the dystopian fever dream where he’s now helping Trump dismantle social programs under the guise of “cutting waste.” While he’s ensuring billionaires like himself keep their tax breaks and loopholes, he’s working to slash food assistance, disability benefits, and Social Security. The plan is clear: If you’re rich, the government will help you get richer. If you’re poor, you’re on your own. Meanwhile, Musk has strategically positioned himself to undermine public infrastructure alternatives to his products. Musk has started targeting public transit and infrastructure projects, claiming they are bloated and inefficient—while his own half-baked ideas, like the Las Vegas “Loop” (a glorified tunnel for Teslas), receive public subsidies and fizzle out into tech-world vaporware. He is claiming that government spending on social good is a waste, while positioning himself as the one true visionary who should receive those taxpayer dollars instead. Here’s how Tesla’s legalized scam works: Under California’s Zero Emission Vehicle, or ZEV, mandate and the federal Corporate Average Fuel Economy, or CAFE, standards, carmakers are required to meet emissions targets. If they don’t, they have to buy carbon credits from companies that produce cleaner vehicles. Tesla, which only sells electric cars, racks up a surplus of these credits and sells them to gas-guzzling automakers that don’t want to invest in real change. In other words, Tesla isn’t making money because it’s selling cars efficiently—it’s making money because Ford and GM still rely on gasoline. Musk has figured out how to turn regulatory inaction into a billion-dollar side hustle. If Tesla’s carbon credit well ever runs dry—if regulatory standards change or if automakers finally catch up—Tesla’s bottom line takes a hit. That’s when the whole house of cards Musk has built starts to wobble.

Musk’s entire empire hinges on one thing: Tesla’s sky-high stock price. He’s leveraged Tesla shares to take out massive loans, using them as collateral to fund his lifestyle and side projects. This means that keeping Tesla’s valuation high is a matter of personal financial survival. Those carbon credits—essentially free money from the government—make Tesla’s earnings look better than they actually are, which in turn props up its stock price. But this strategy is starting to fall apart. Tesla’s stock is plummeting—down nearly 40 percent this year—due to increased competition, battery technology falling behind, and Musk’s erratic behavior scaring off investors. When a company is built on smoke and mirrors, it doesn’t take much for the illusion to shatter.

A big chunk of Elon Musk’s Tesla income comes from their regulatory credits scheme.

[cafecourage]

Dragon au part 4 of 4 (finally)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Four:

- Another serpent boy. But he is a noodle with legs. Four’s scales are a pale yellow color but because of the Colors™️ you can see their respective colors reflected back in the light. Four’s dragon form has four sets of horns the second pair grew in later in life thanks to the four swords.

- Four comes from a family of Earth Dragons with metal ties. Meaning they are metal benders ATLA style. He can also infuse elemental powers into his weapons through the uses of gems. Everything he owns has been updated for him as he went through. Anything he wants to test or experiment he tries on his own weapons and. Equipment. Though I am sure Wild would lend him a few things. Four can also shrink on command and split.

- His scent gland is on his forehead, and honestly his scent is basically a berry medley with a bit smoke. He doesn't tend to rub his scent on things as he doesnt care about claiming much. His family has a lot in their horde already, he also isn’t the type to claim family.

- Unfortunately he does have cat tendencies despite his fear of them. But even then that isn’t something he has clued in on and I don’t recommend pointing it out as he would get pouty.

You honestly didn’t know that Dragons can purr. To be fair only the only ‘purring’ you have heard was Twilight but his was more of a low growl. Four has been cuddling into your side purring. He was a bit sick and being the other medic of the team. He has been rubbing his face on your shoulder for a while now. A fruity aroma was getting stronger and stronger.

You put your hand on his forehead. Still warm… well you don't have the heart to move either. Not when he is suffering this much.

- It honestly doesn’t even process that Four claimed you by accident. He probably just thinks it was temporary since he was sick and is kinda in denial about it all. Claiming isn’t something he was going to do for a while even though he is a slightly hopeless romantic. It’s not the end of the world.

- He honestly is pretty up front about what he did and his feelings. He understands if you don’t want to date him but Four wont let you down. This man is polite and respectful and will spoil you. What more do you need?

- I also feel like he wouldn’t be that subjected to his dragon instincts. He has been around enough treasure and making enchanted weapons enough not to get gold fever. So top tier in terms of semi normal.

Fierce Diety:

- A god in his own right Feirce Diety is of course the strongest dragon in the group. He is built similar to Time, bulky and strong. Similar to Time, FD’s Scales are marbled but instead of just the gray and black tones you find in white marble there is also red, blue and gold. Though on his face you still have his signature markings.

- Fierce Deities powers are weird. He has the ability to affect gravity in the sense that he can make his sword slash go down harder, he can make himself move faster and he can jump higher. He can also make himself stronger in general and change how he looks. Given that so many people wore his mask he can shift into them borrowing their image. Sort of. There are differences between what fierce looks like and whoever he is stealing from looks like.

- I actually don’t know what god would smell like. But I do know he probably has a scent gland on his sides. Making it so when he is protecting you his scent gets all on you as your tucked into him safe and sound. By the end of it would probably smell like dried herbs, sage is probably the highest note there is. But it’s warm and old and comforting to you. Maybe not to others.

The War God doesn’t understand how he was in this situation. Not that he was complaining. It just was so long since he was outside of that prison of a mask that he wasn’t used to so much physical touch. With one of the children cuddled into one of his sides, then the other side was you. The person he went into battle to save. You unfortunately were hurt but not too much. Fierce Deity sighs as he relaxes not really knowing if he should move or not.

But as your arms around him tightened gave his answer. Fierce Deity was trapped here. There was no moving here.

- Fierce deity is another person that honestly will tell you outright and might give you no choice. You are his that (might) be final. I say that only because FD is a god. I would imagine even with him being in the seal he would have the largest horde as it includes people. So if you’re not also courting him, you’re still in his horde and will be in his protection. But uh… I wouldn’t suggest saying no to courting.

- Either way he is more subtle but also the most extreme with his dragon instincts. Like out of all the boys in the chain FD will be the most traditional in his belief. He will not mark you out right but he will be pushy unfortunately.

[janmisali]

Rhythm Heaven Bracket: REMIX 9 (Wii) vs BUILT TO SCALE 2 (DS)

Remix 9 (Wii)

appears in: Rhythm Heaven Fever

type: remix

[Rhythm Heaven Wiki article]

Built to Scale 2 (DS)

appears in: Rhythm Heaven (DS)

type: sequel

[Rhythm Heaven Wiki article]

[link to all polls]

[sanders1665]

An Observation in the Key of Insignificance and Wonder

There are mornings when I find myself staring at the sky like it might crack open and offer some clarity. A childlike hope, really—half curiosity, half plea. But the sky says nothing. It simply is—vast, endless, indifferent. And under that infinite hush, here we are: humanity, a peculiar fever dream of evolution, arguing about almond milk in a corner café while the cosmos, disinterested, rolls on.

Perspective is a funny thing. On one hand, it can make you feel as grand as the pyramids, aligned with stars and timeless intention. On the other, it can flatten you, reduce you to a blink in time, a smudge on the timeline of existence. Imagine: somewhere out there are planets orbiting suns so massive they make ours look like a flickering match. Stars being born and devoured, galaxies colliding, light traveling billions of years just to land in your eye on a Tuesday afternoon while you mutter about foam consistency.

It’s not judgment—it’s astonishment.

Because somewhere on this same spinning rock, someone is composing a symphony in a language of sound only they fully understand. Someone is walking again after the accident, someone is forgiving their father, someone is teaching a child to read. And someone—maybe many—is just trying not to cry in the frozen foods aisle.

We are capable of such staggering greatness. We launch rovers to Mars, decode the genome, write poetry that echoes through generations. We survive losses we thought would end us. We make art from pain. We show up for each other when we could just as easily walk away. That’s the real miracle. Not just that we’re here, but that we keep choosing to be something more than statistics on a planet smaller than a pixel in the grand cosmic photo.

And yet, amid this brilliance, the modern paradox: someone will throw a fit because the barista used 2% milk instead of oat. We’ve built machines to map the stars, but we can’t handle the emotional fallout of a lukewarm cappuccino. It’s not that those things don’t matter—they do, in their way. But it’s all about scale. We’ve become so used to comfort, so attuned to the rituals of preference, that we sometimes forget how fragile the whole setup is. How recent. How improbable.

It’s okay to be disappointed. But maybe—just maybe—we could also be awed.

I used to be angrier. I still carry remnants of that weathered rage, earned in storms past. But now, more often than not, I just retreat. Not because I don’t care, but because I care too much to stay where grace is unwelcome. I’ve learned to recognize the ones who carry light. You can see it in their eyes, in the quiet way they listen, in how they speak your name like it matters.

Some people are noise. Others are music.

I love people. I really do. But I also understand that some are here just to fill space, and some are here to move mountains inside others. The difference is rarely loud. The great ones rarely announce themselves. They just do the work. They make beauty, they heal, they serve, they laugh with you in the parking lot after midnight when life feels like too much.

So when I hear someone complain about the milk, I don’t roll my eyes anymore. I just think: you’re lucky that’s your biggest problem today. And I move on, grateful. Grateful for the diamonds who sparkle quietly. Grateful for the speck of dust we’re all clinging to. Grateful for the chance—against all odds—to try again tomorrow.

[345rusl]

So like

What's the lore of these things

[grace-williams-xo]

Why not

Assigning Bridgerton’s to a level on the Vegemite scale

[For the purposes of this exercise; they are for all intents and purposes Australian, and mentions of marmite will get you blocked. I’m KIDDING. Am I though… marmite sucks]. Also, they all use butter you fucking heathens.

Violet: 2; she just wants a little extra flavour, but she isn’t a complete weakling. Won’t eat it in any context except on toast.

Anthony: 6; he just wants to feel something. Complains cheesymite scrolls don’t have enough Vegemite.

Kate: 3; but rarely eats it with without cheese.

Benedict: 3–4; but with cheesybite. Ya know, that fever dream where they briefly called it iSnack 2.0? Frankly, ahead of its time with that name. Benedict is its number one fan.

Sophie: 0; she doesn’t eat Vegemite. [This was a real deliberation bc Yerin Ha is the only actual Australian but also most of the people I know who don’t eat Vegemite are Asian (not Wasain)]. She thinks Vegemite is the absence of culture, but straight up calls Benedict’s cheesybite an affront to humanity—and she’s doing her part to stop him because she’s certain he’s the only one left buying it atp.

Colin: 4–5; but more than that, he’s the guy putting Vegemite on everything. Steak. With avocado. There’s a recipe on the Baker’s Delight website using broken cheesymite scrolls to crumb chicken, he’s making that too. If Vegemite isn’t one of the first few foods his kids try, he considers himself to have failed as a parent. The Cadbury Vegemite block was Colin’s idea.

Penelope: previously 2, now 3–4; Colin has increased her tolerance but if he tries to sneak it into one more dinner meal she’s filing for divorce.

Daphne: 6; life is a competition and she’ll be damned if she can’t beat Anthony.

Simon: 3/6; if he’s making it for himself or the kids it’s about a 3 (though Daphne always tells him he’s doing it wrong and promptly takes over) (“they’re toddlers Daphne, you shouldn’t give them that much salt” “generations are built on the back of this stuff, Anthony and I have this much and we turned out fine” “did you” “did we what” “nothing dear”) but for himself Simon usually gets all of his Vegemite fix from just taking a bite of a corner of Daphne’s level 6

Eloise: 2–3; but with promite. She insists she likes it but no one really knows if she actually likes it, or is doing it to spite her family who all can’t stand it or the smell.

Francesca: 1; but she doesn’t have a lot because she’s always having it on a dark extra grainy bread that she claims doesn’t need much more flavour.

Gregory: 4; he has a Vegemite and cheese toastie every single day. Also, he was the one who submitted the name iSnack 2.0.

Hyacinth: 7; there is no toast, only Vegemite. There is no Hyacinth, only Vegemite. Violet is very concerned for her health. Anthony is too, but Violet says it’s his fault and influence.

[zememerrart]

Some Lord Polyrhythm lore just for the heck of it:

Lord Polyrhythm of the Widget Society. Or so they call themselves. A special diamond rod was created and was to be given to a set of Widgets. However, the rod was installed into a faulty set of Widgets, and days later, the Widgets connected by the rod mysteriously grew sentience through an arcane diamond energy. So began the tyranny of Lord Polyrhythm.

Since their initial sentience, Lord Polyrhythm has taken the initiative to mobilize other Widgets and give them sentience as well. From there, they established themselves as a dictator over all other Widgets. For many Widgets, this newfound sentience was no gift, but a curse.

Of course, Lord Polyrhythm is still a heavily flawed entity. They are still just a mere faulty set of widgets, which they try to compensate by wearing some oversized diamond crown they made themselves. They also dyed themselves black, simply to look more intimidating. Despite being agender, Polyrhythm took up the descriptor of "lord" as they believed this to be an ultimate show of power within human culture. Lord Polyrhythm is notably unintelligent and incompetent, but they do excel in one field, things related to the letter D. So, for the most part, the Widgets do not worry much about Lord Polyrhythm's ambitions.

Right hand to Lord Polyrhythm (literally) is Diam, once a lowly little white glove of no conscious. It is said Diam was found a few days after Lord Polyrhythm grew sentience, and was later possessed by the same diamond energy. They were also dyed black for dramatic effect, priorities, right? Diam allows Lord Polyrhythm to actually do things, because hands tend to be important for being a supreme leader.

For now, Lord Polyrhythm is set on finding gems to harness their energy, most doubting their success. Many outsiders assume the diamond energy will one day dissipate, and Lord Polyrhythm's legacy to become a fever dream of the past.

I regret nothing

[puppys-rhythm-heaven]

i get that fever's games were probably easier to port to megamix cuz they didn't have to make new assets and i'm pretty sure megamix uses basically the same engine as fever (since all the karate man games are based on fever karate man). but there's so many fever games. and yet they still excluded some of the best ones??? i just. what.

[addiessblack]

NO SAINTS TONIGHT

Prologue

The year is 3054, and Earth is unrecognizable.

A thousand years ago, humanity stood at the apex of its evolution. Cities scraped the sky, technology advanced faster than imagination, and diseases were a thing of the past. But no amount of human ingenuity could prepare the world for what came next.

It started with a sickness—a virus unlike anything seen before. It swept across continents in weeks, turning the population into nothing more than rotting numbers on a global scale. At first, it was a simple fever. Then came the bleeding, the convulsions, and the screams of those who claimed to see shadows crawling beneath their skin.

When the infected began to change, the world fell apart.

They called them the Morbus. No longer human, they became monsters: grotesque creatures of endless hunger and wrath. They spread faster than the sickness itself, turning Earth into a battlefield where survival was a distant dream.

The governments of the world tried to hold the line. They bombed cities, quarantined nations, and experimented with every cure they could imagine. The governments of the world were desperate to reclaim order. In their search for solutions, they stumbled upon something far more dangerous than the Morbus themselves: the Evols.

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Evols were not an accident; they were humanity's last experiment.

The brightest minds created a serum designed to activate latent genetic potential, granting individuals extraordinary abilities to combat the Morbus. Those who survived the transformation became Evols, the most powerful warriors Earth had ever seen. They could control elements, manipulate energy, and even reshape minds.They turned the tide against the Morbus, but their power came at a cost. Some lost their humanity, consumed by the abilities meant to save them. Others turned on the very people they were created to protect.

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The old world was gone.

In its place, a fractured Earth rose from the ashes.

The world's surviving nations unified under a single ruling body: Ever. It was not just a government—it was an empire. Ever divided the Earth into sectors, each controlled by powerful councils that reported to its central authority. It was a system built on fear and control, designed to ensure humanity's survival at any cost.

The Northern Coalition ruled the icy territories of what was once North America and Europe. The Eastern Dominions claimed the tropical remnants of Asia and Oceania. The Southern Commonwealth governed the deserts and savannahs of Africa and South America. And in the center of it all lay the Outlands, an ungoverned wasteland teeming with Morbus and those too broken or dangerous to live among the rest of humanity.

The sectors were not allies. The scars of the sickness ran too deep, and the creation of the Evols only widened the divide. Each sector had its own agenda, its own secrets, and its own belief that the others could not be trusted.

The Northern Coalition became one of Ever's most powerful sectors, Its capital, Thunder Bay, was a shining example of Ever's vision for the future.

The city was a fortress of wealth and prestige, with towering spires of steel and glass that pierced the sky. Thunder Bay was not just a city; it was a symbol of human resilience, a reminder that even in the face of annihilation, civilization could rise again. It was home to the most elite Evols, trained from childhood to serve Ever's cause..

The Morbus still lurked in the shadows of that city, and the Coalition's forces, known as the eclipse hunters waged constant battles to keep them at bay. But Thunder Bay had its own rulers: the Horsemen.

They were more than men. Legends spoke of their rise decades ago when Michael Christ, Kai Mori, Damon Torrance, and Will Grayson III carved their names into the bones of the city. They were Evols, yes, but they were also something more. Their power came not just from their abilities but from their loyalty to one another. Together, they had built an empire in the ruins of Thunder Bay, a dynasty that lived on through their children.

But the world did not take kindly to bonds that defied its rules.

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This is a story of power, devotion, and betrayal.

This is the story of a world rebuilt on ruins and the forbidden love that could bring it all crashing down.

This is No Saints Tonight.