Sometimes death isn't the end. Sometimes, people can come back with new lives and new powers. This is one of those times.

This is a serial story with litrpg and gamelit elements.

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Part 1: A Scrambled Signature
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Matty Caff AI Comic Fantasies: These are independent stand alone AI and Face Swap created comics of fantasy and some personal experience. I use my face in every comic.

[The events in this part of the story take place before County Sheriff – Part 17.]

When Ingrid returned home, she had started to call Sean’s place home now, and she found him kneading some bread. Despite trying hard, she failed to stop herself from laughing.

“What’s so funny?” said Sean as he used the back of his hand to move a lock of hair from his eyes.

“Of course I wanted it all – a fun career and friends and a husband and a family and no trade-offs ever. . . . When I discovered I was pregnant, though, I found out life isn’t like that. That I had to make choices, and a lot of them were hard. One of them, though . . . . One of them was easy. I chose you.”

“Careful when you mention Beemers. Our mate Neil rides one”

Tony humphed.

“Talking about the drivers, Mike, not riders. Though I dunno about those who went for the Brick”

A word of explanation is necessary here. BMW classically make bikes with boxer twin engines, where a cylinder sticks out to each side, giving perfect primary balance—in other words, little vibration. That is their ‘R’ series. They later introduced the ‘K’ series, which is weird.

Chapter 5

Sebastian smiled.

“I live between here and Coventry, in Balsall. You can continue up the Birmingham Road to Knowle, and then through Temple Balsall to Balsall and into Coventry. Getting to Aston Martin just means getting down to where we started on the Birmingham Road and getting on the M40 to Gayden. That’s probably less than twenty miles from here.”

“Thank you for that, Sebastian. It’s not that much further than my trips now. Shall we head for home, or is there anything else we can do?”

Chapter 8: Anna!

Say whatever he would about these changes to his body, there was no denying that through it all, Linus felt alive. For the first time since Beth’s betrayal, he actually felt emotion. Fear may have been the primary feeling, but at least his malaise was gone. This revelation gave him pause. Could what was happening be a good thing? Were the gods sending me a present? Am I being offered a new life? A chance to start over?

September 22, 2016, Fortis Beach, Florida

As midnight neared, a gibbous moon partially lit the fall equinox evening in a silvery glow. A warm breeze whispered across the cemetery's rolling hills, stirring the leaves of the ancient oak looming over the two young women.

"Justice delayed is justice denied."

Dear Readers, This is an apology and an explanation. I started Wildcat Fall earlier this year and realized it wasn't the story I wanted to tell. Here is a newly written chapter that integrates with the core of the original Wildcat Fall. This is the continuing saga. I would appreciate any feedback. Constructive criticism is important to me as I am rewriting this story. Thanks.
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Chapter 4

Willow finished making the drinks, put the three mugs on a tray with some biscuits and took them through to the sitting room, where her parents were watching the late-night news bulletin. She had a text on her phone as she was carrying it in, so sat and read it. It was from the estate agent, telling her that they could inspect the property at two-thirty on Sunday afternoon. She replied with a confirmation.

“What was the call, love?”

Sometimes death isn't the end. Sometimes, people can come back with new lives and new powers. This is one of those times.

This is a serial story with litrpg and gamelit elements.