Beneath the desert, deep and still,Where golden sands conceal the grave,Lies Tutankhamun, Pharaoh’s will,A boy-king bound by stone and stave. The tomb was sealed with hieroglyphs,And traps for those who dared to pry,Whispers echo in shadowed cliffs,A warning carried on the wind’s sigh. They came with torches, brave and bold,Archaeologists, drawn by fame,

Endgame isn’t a traditional campaign. There are no tightly scripted paths. No fixed pacing. No single direction you’re meant to move in. It’s an open world—entered with up to four players, PvE by d…

In the campaign, the Guild is labeled for you. Cutscenes tell you who they are. Dialogue frames their actions as wrong. Missions pause to make their villainy unmistakable. You don’t have to wonder—…

I’ve played Call of Duty for a long time — long enough that it stopped being just a game and became a constant. It was there during late nights when sleep didn’t come easily. During hard seasons wh…

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Her POV They call me the Goddess of Love, and the name settles on my shoulders like a misunderstanding. Love does not move through me like warmth. It does not arrive bright or forgiving. It lives i…

The Colossus fell.The Toxic Tyrant fell. By every metric the game gives us, we won. The health bars emptied. The arena cleared. The objective completed. The moment was decisive enough to be capture…

—silence followed. Not the peaceful kind, but a stunned, ringing void, as if the world itself had drawn a sharp breath and forgotten how to release it. When sound returned, it came as falling stone. Dust rained from the fractured ceiling. Shattered sigils smoldered across the floor, their magic spent. The hurricane of shadows had collapsed inward, crushed by the force Bianca unleashed—and at its center, the Warden lay embedded in the far wall, cracks spiderwebbing around his form.

Chapter One-A Tiny Dragon For Tea The moment the veil closed behind us, the forest felt… different. Not harsher.Not dangerous.Just awake in a way it hadn’t been before. The air hummed, low and stea…

The Warden struck first. A sweeping arc of shadow lashed out, slicing the air where Bianca stood—yet her body dissolved into mist before it touched her, reforming behind him with predatory grace. She raked her hand across his cloak, tearing fabric and releasing a hiss of smoke where her nails met enchanted cloth. “You always were slow,” she taunted. The Warden turned, unnervingly silent, unnervingly calm—his hood shifting like something hollow stared from within.

Evacuation signage stands beneath the Guild’s occupation of the Colosseum. Reinforcements arrive over an active evacuation zone. Contact near a Guild checkpoint during evacuation operations.

A love letter to a battle royale that deserved more time in the night Some games grab you immediately. Others creep in slowly—until one day you realize they’ve sunk their fangs deep and you’re not …

Endgame doesn’t wait for you to be ready. It tests your speed, your wits, and your courage—sometimes in separate arenas, sometimes back-to-back. Today, our clan faced not one, but two legends in th…

A Little Too Normal Most mornings in my life follow the same familiar rhythm: open the blinds, start the kettle, sip coffee from my chipped mug. Ever since the Pickles incident—my friend’s tiny gre…

BO7 Endgame Reflections — A Warrior’s Chronicle From the Shadowfire In every new realm we enter, there is a place that calls to each warrior differently. For some, it’s the heated clash of multiplayer. For others, it’s the unpredictability of Warzone. But for me?My soul anchors itself in the Endgame. The moment BO7 opened its gates, I stepped into its chaos — and it felt like slipping back into a familiar madness.