Stories by Lord of Forgetfulness

It is known that every few centuries beings of Divine Power descend upon the lands. Legendary figures like the Six Gods, the Eight Greed Kings, or the Evil Deities. The time for a new Advent nears... will the World be subjected to a new era of Chaos? [Be warned: liberal use of OCs, focus on worldbuilding, timeline divergence, possible AU]

Life as a ninja. For some, a duty to fulfil, an honour. For others, a necessary evil. For Hyuga Clan heir Hinata, this life is just bullshit. Friend Insert, a completely serious story, definitively.

Loading... Greeting Protocol enabled. Greetings, Organic Spacefaring Civilization CORRUPTED, and welcome to space, where all the nightmares your collective had through the eons are not only present, but also worse than you ever thought possible. Please enjoy your stay, however brief would it be.

A few words is all that is needed to ruin the lives of the inhabitants of an entire island. After losing everyting, standing against the whole World and its megalomaniac masters isn't all that difficult, anymore. See it burn, whatever it takes. A dark-ish take on the Insert trope.

The Earth of the 22nd century was... unkind. To escape from harsh, crushing reality, many sought solace in the form of virtual worlds - to aimlessly drift, if for a moment, on an almost unfathomably huge dreamland, where worries and truths no longer weighted as much. Until one particular day, when harsh reality and blissful dreams intertwined.

It is known that throughout history, beings of god-like power regularly descended upon the world to shape it as they saw fit. The Six Gods. The Eight Greed Kings. The Evil Deities. And now, the time for a new arrival nears. Ainz Ooal Gown is likely to be one of such beings, but from the east grandiose tales are heard, indicating that he may not be the only one this time.

"... Nee-san?" His voice fearfully trailed across the room. She pulled him into a hug. "Don't worry, little brother. Everyone will be safe...forever in my dearest dreams" OneShot Inspired by Rotten Rowan (probably)

From the carcass of a dying living world, to the blooming ashes of a re-birthing dead world, he asks if the concepts of 'human world' and 'hell' had been reversed or not. For the time being, it certainly does seem so.

In which a brush, an inkpot and a paper were truly more powerful than a sharp blade and a fire in all situations, and a man with no real clue of what was he doing changed the fate of the multiverse forever. Or, an amusing way to discharge my frustrations about the hot mess that is the narutoverse timeline while I try to write another story. Crack, drabbles, dubious update times.

Take a very bored and just a hair short of godhood (and insanity) individual after one too many adventure on Nirn, a drunk Dragon-God, the power of all the Daedric Princes, a suicidally fanatical cult, and a snort from Sithis, and you get the Dragonborn in their next great adventure in an almost completely alien environment. The question is, where is the world ending event now?

Do you find yourself on a ridiculous situation, like having knowledge of the future? Well, follow these steps: Deny any possibility of such, tell yourself you are most likely going crazy, insist that this is really not a fictional universe (until proof is practically thrown at your face), go almost senile because you are not really alive, and finally troll people. cliche/parody

Because the academy is there for a reason, beyond ninjas being zelously overprotective of their knowledge. SI-Parody, not quite one-shot anymore, general insanity.