The Vampire's Printing Press - An /Unfinished/ Plot Gallery

By the time the world falls into the pits of unending danger and countless ruthless fervidness in killing each other...

One man, against the world. Will the final runner dash towards the end? Or will he fail and become the target of "God"?

A question unanswered. As he runs away from "him". He who instills fear. He who enjoys killing, whereas the other people would be as numb as if they were being frozen by ice.

This is the life of a young man hiding under the name: Suzuki. A 3rd year college student who recently found out his other-worldly ability. An ability he didn't expect that will change his whole life, and change its meaning:

And that ability renders him to be titled: "Living Gauss Gun."

By just a flick of a rock on his seemingly flimsy fingers would apparently, make the rock look like some sort of bullet phasing with the airflow and would make it deadly if it gained human contact. In this way; Suzuki becomes: A devil of his own doing, if used wrong. Though in some circumstances, this ability would help the others; this is the point where Suzuki becomes: An angel of his deed.

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"We now announce you the following—-"

The radio seems turned off. Suzuki yawned and stretched his arms out sounding a bone or two. Then went to prepare his stuff for going in class. Man, he sure looked not-so lively today. Especially because of that night. That night where he just unlocked the secrets he didn't know he had hidden.

That night where he finally knew he was one hell of a deadly weapon already without even having a lethal armament besides a seemingly harmless small object.


"Man, the night sure seems boring, I should've stayed longer there..."

Suzuki walked on a pavement as he just had this night partying hard with his friends. Like he just made himself slightly drunk. played some beer pong with a hot chick (Who is actually HIS CLASSMATE.) and lounging around drinking coffee after the game. Back those times, he was already thinking to plan staying down in the bar for the rest of the night, but somehow it reminded him that he should probably do the homework so that the teachers wouldn't scold his ass for just slacking around and not doing these 'tasks'.

By that moment remembering the last few minutes before he left the party, he clutched his bag sling, tight, and then huffed, condensed air coming out of his pallid lips with glistening sweat from that intense party dropping from his chin. Suzuki had his slightly drunken eyes focused on the road where he's walking. He recognizes it's just a few walks away before he reaches the apartment he's staying in. But then something caught his fancy:

A girl somehow getting robbed by some unknown bastard. And to note that, the girl who was being robbed wore the same schoolgirl's uniform in the college he's staying in.

"Oh damn..."

He thought. Well, at least someone could need a little hand here. In thinking what to do, he jokingly thought of pulling out a stunt like act pulling a gun saying freeze and threatening the dubious person with a sly grin. Well, who knows? It might work? Though to make it a bit more good, he thought of picking up a rock, placing it on his thumb while the index finger points at the person. Per se, saying, it's loaded.

"Oi, stop right there you punk!"

Here goes Suzuki, doing as he planned. The guy stared at him for long. (And so does the girl.) but later, it isn't as he expected to be a reaction.

The guy caught the girl off guard and stole her bag. The girl screamed and tried to chase the man running down straight the alleyway. With Suzuki still standing beside a crying girl, doing the joke in which... he accidentally... flicked the rock straight. The rock launching at twice the bullet speed later, reaching the guy, getting him dead center at the back throwing the bag just a few meters behind his 'dazed' body.

In shock, Suzuki stared at his hand. With the girl thanking later after a short second of jaw-dropping in front of him, because of what she witnessed and running toward her stolen bag she retrieved...


Back to reality, He found himself brushing his teeth. He spat out the paste, washed his face and then did a quick shower. Dressing himself, he thought he shouldn't think of it at all. Perhaps, to think that, he should focus more on his studies. He was failing, aye! Repeat classes ahoy!

But then another thought came in his mind:

"What if, someone crazy saw that and was someone who has a group. Who constantly searches for that someone to be experimented on?"

Cliché animation stereotypes? Like the cheesy ones he sees on TV? 'Hell, like that would happen!' He also thought. Getting his bag sling latched on his back and soon walked off the apartments, walking off to school...

But, little did he know, it really is possible to happen! The guy dazed happens to be a subordinate of someone who's constantly being featured in the news headlines: someone under the alias: "god". And he's now keeping an eye on unaware Suzuki...