NERDANATIX PRESENTS
THE BLOCK
"I get it. There are a lot of choices, and only so much time."
"That's why we have 'The Block': a few stories from each category for you to enjoy."
"Action, adventure, science fiction, horror, and more—we've got it all."
"Let's get you started with a heavy hitter."
Out of sight.
Out of mind.
That’s how they like it.
The monsters, the myths, the things that bump in the dark—they aren’t hiding under your bed. They run boardrooms, bleed out alleyways, and pull the strings while humanity sleeps soundly in the light. Only a select few know the truth.
On one side: the greedy, the ruthless, and the corrupt, cashing in on a world built on secrets.
And on the other side... the ones who push back.
They don’t get medals. They don’t get ticker-tape parades. They just get dirty, bruised, and knee-deep in the supernatural underworld, holding the line so the rest of the world never has to know how close to the edge we really are.
We call them Mercs.
PURGATORY
Sycamore City.
A place where the streets are built on secrets, and the pressure cooker is about to blow.
Every kid thinks they're invincible. Every teenager thinks they can change the world if someone would just give them a chance. But what happens when you actually have the power to do it—and the only person standing in your way is the man who taught you how?
By day, he’s just trying to survive high school algebra and a city tearing itself apart at the seams. By night, he’s wearing a mask, ignoring his old man’s warnings, and stepping right into the crossfire of a brewing gang war. He wants to be a savior. But between terrifying waking visions and powers he barely understands, he might just burn himself to the ground first.
And his father? He knows what it costs to wear a target on your back. He'll do anything to keep his son out of the grave—even if it means fighting him every step of the way.
Blood, legacy, and a war no one is ready for.
THE LEGACY
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When the job is done and the smoke clears, she’s left staring at the empty road ahead, asking the one question a wheelman can never afford to think about?
What happens when the engine finally cuts? Is a life built entirely in the fast lane worth living if nothing is waiting for you at the end of the trip?
Fast cars. Hard choices. No looking back.
THE GETAWAY DIVER
Five earths. Five entirely different worlds, spinning on the same precarious axis.
And one ruthless mastermind has just figured out how to crack the locks between them. Her grand design? Total, cross-dimensional domination.
So who do we send to stop a multiversal tyrant from rewriting reality? An elite strike team? A legion of hardened soldiers?
Nope.
Just a regular guy, his mom, and her lover. Because apparently, saving the multiverse is a family business now—and absolutely nobody warned them there'd be this much collateral damage.
Multiversal chaos. High-stakes family friction. Zero margin for error.
LEGENDS PARALLEL
Twenty-five years. Every second of every day mapped out, guarded, and over-prepared for. Princess Bianca knows the script by heart: on the sunset of her twenty-fifth birthday, the final stitch of the prophecy unravels, and the eternal sleep takes her.
There are no more preparations left to make. Only the final hours.
And in the shadows of the countdown, she isn't surrounded by royal guards or anxious advisors. She’s with the one person she never thought she’d see again. Her childhood best friend. The one who walked away to carve out a living in blood, steel, and shadow—now a professional assassin.
With the clock ticking down to zero, the walls come down, and years of buried, passionate history finally break free. A stolen embrace. A desperate confession.
And then... midnight strikes.
The curse doesn't just put her to sleep. It drags them both down—tearing them out of the waking world and plunging them headfirst into a twisted, blood-soaked nightmare version of Alice’s old childhood fantasies.
Curiosity didn't just kill the cat. It built a kingdom of madness.
Fall down the rabbit hole.
NIGHTMARE IN WONDERLAND
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You thought you were blending in. You thought you were just another face in the crowd, running out the clock, scrolling through feeds, figuring out what to do with a Tuesday night.
Data collection. Observation. The quiet, methodical replacement of an entire apex species from the inside out. It was supposed to be flawless. Every unit built to specification. Every model calibrated to pass the test.
Except... the assembly line broke. The code corrupted. The prototypes started leaking through the cracks into the real world.
Things that don't quite fit. Things that feel too much, hurt too much, or remember too much of a home they never actually lived in.
Support from the home dimension? Not coming. Just a broken chassis, a head full of phantom memories, and a world that has no idea what’s walking among them.
And the worst part?
You're beginning to think you actually belong here.
PETS
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London is bleeding.
Beneath the gas lamps and the polite Victorian veneer, something ancient, hungry, and entirely merciless is tearing the city apart from the inside out—and the clock is running out.
So, who do you call?
You don't call the authorities. You call the last line of defense.
A gunslinger and tinkerer with a mind for machinery and a pocketful of calculated destruction. A brooding leader standing at the center of the storm, and a mysterious, spectral presence who walks between worlds, speaking through a chilling, silent companion that sees far more than it lets on.
They aren't heroes by choice. They're just the only ones crazy enough to stand in the breach.
BLOODSMITH
What happens when a 13-year-old certified science prodigy with an absolute obsession with breakfast pastries pushes his laboratory a little too far?
Molecular instability. A total cellular override. And one very crispy accident.
Meet Javon Doogleburg. Thirteen years old, fiercely brilliant, and permanently laminated in golden-brown dough. He didn't ask to be a human waffle, but when you're packing this much maple-powered momentum, you don't have time to feel sorry for yourself—especially not when your hometown is square in the crosshairs of culinary chaos.
Because Coldbutter City is a dangerous place. From rogue breakfast bandits to his ultimate arch-nemesis—the mad, syrup-slinging mastermind known to the streets as French Toast—the local rogue's gallery is looking extra crispy.
Syrup stains. Super-science. And a middle-schooler saving the world one buttery grid at a time.
Pass the syrup.
THE ADVENTURES OF WAFFLE BOY
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"This is it, the last stop. Told you we had something for everyone. Here's one last story on the house. New Updates coming next week. See ya."
MONSTER CAFE
