A short story about boats, a pub and a war that never ended.

What a world it was, Grey Wolf thought, in which one grew tired of burning books. Short story about the apocalypse, now.

A botched wargame leaves Alpha Co. of the 1-99 INF enveloped by portals… and monsters. With the rest of Earth cut off by military quarantine, the only way out for "Doc" may be through the belly of the beast.

Is the apocalypse inevitable? Without guns, ships or planes, sometimes the most that we can ask for is a heartwarming hug.

"Sugoi! You're a friend that's good at decisively engaging and destroying positively identified subsurface contacts at less than ten nautical miles!"

With the apocalypse all but certain, too many questions remain unanswered. To reveal the secrets behind the end of an era, the Combined Fleet decides to investigate the source of a mysterious call for help: Japari Park. Nav/Air Ops and Combined Arms meet Friends in a 2018 unlike our own. (On Hold)

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It's not luck that will take us further. By way of deception, thou shalt do war. ((/Proudly the only Earth vs. Gamindustri series out there.\))

Dark days lie over the city of Planeptune. For almost a week, the enemy has lay waste to the capital, showing no quarter. With the lack of the CPUs up until today, how will they turn things around?

If we were to look back at Gamindustri, it's obvious that one sex is held in much higher regard than the other. The fact that this world will change, in such a state of mind, shouldn't be new or surprising. Prejudice has always been around. It was just a matter of law that kept half the world safe. Now that Gamindustri has changed, the most dangerous of places become a refuge.

Flamecom tries to intimidate the inhabitants of Planeptune and literally everyone, I'm not kidding here- literally everything alive that is sane and okay in the head comes together to nep him or something equally terrifying.

Nothing but snow. Nothing but ice. Nothing but loss, devastation and futility. When the call came down the line, they answered. They answered and earned nothing. Nothing but snow. Nothing but ice. Nothing they haven't already seen, and that's what scared them the most. January 2017, welcome to the New World.

Neptune takes it upon herself to address the entire Fanfiction Community, live from the Basilicom.

Who were we to believe everything would turn out alright? The Invasion of Earth. Complete- book one.

When the four Goddesses get swamped by their own inner struggles, it takes more than a cup of pudding to pull each of them out. What would you do with an emotional deity on your doorstep?

It was never going to be a peaceful introduction, not with so much at stake. Arriving on a war-torn Earth, it's once again down to the knife-edge to halt the countdown to Gamindustri's encroaching fate- Fire and Fury.

The first Earthly Embassy sets up shop in Planeptune, followed by others. What will go wrong?

The epidemic has spread, and the end times have begun. The truth must be revealed, but it's not the truth the world wants. To make sure the balance of Neptunia remains as it is, OC #02849 takes matters into his own hands.

It's become epidemic. Trashy fanfiction has taken over all of Gamindustryyyy and there's nothing the world can do to stop it. Well, unless OC #017263 has anything to say about it!