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Tickle Tiger Style Revenge (Cruel Version)Tiger Style 2 Revengeance (Cruel Version)Tickle Tiger Style Revenge (Cruel Version) by Venombahamut
“Ryan? Is that you?”
The white tiger recognized the voice and turned away from the cafe’s counter, looking for the source of the greeting.
“Hey, it’s me!” a golden tiger waved from one of the tables behind him.
“Urgh.” Ryan grumbled under his breath.
Zack. His old sensei. Ryan thought he’d never have to see him again.
“Come over here! Let’s catch up.” He wore his usual cocky smile.
Ryan relented and brought his coffee up to the table, sitting down opposite to his previous master.
“What are you doing around here? I hadn’t seen you in so long.” The older tiger eagerly asked, laying his forearms on the table for support.
“My dojo is up there, around the corner. And what are YOU doing here, trying to get some converts?”
Zack laughed “Ha! No. I have a new dojo, the rent is cheaper. It’s a block from here, this is the nearest caf&
The Adventures of Gigaman: Gift-TrappedThe Adventures of Gigaman: Gift-Trapped by Cuixilfer
The Adventures of Gigaman: Gift-Trapped
I awake to the sound of children screaming.
Throwing off the covers, I bolt out the door and down the stairs. "It's the holiday break, the kids should be gone," I think to myself. I'm the language teacher at this inner-city elementary school, and with rent so high I took a pay cut to live in the attic to save on lodging and commuting.
The screams continue, likely from the ground floor, so I throw myself off the banister and skip four flights of stairs, eventually slowing my descent with careful swinging around the lower railings. Turning the corner to the main lobby, I see several masked men carrying a large wrapped box tied with a ribbon, while some others were menacing six kids in the corner.
"Hey!" I yell. "What's going on here?"
The men turn, and without hesitation they come at me. I duck under the swinging pipe of one guy and punch him in the solar plexus. "Run, kids!" I order as the man crumples. The kids, shaking in their winter wea