EBF: Reality Ensures: No Hope for the LostNo Hope for the LostEBF: Reality Ensures: No Hope for the Lost by liguidicewolf
Dr. McGuffin sat back in his chair, old tired and beaten. He looked dimly at the 5 pods, the ones with Matt, Natalie, Lance, and Anna in them. By this point he had started thinking them as his own children. Then his gaze drifted to Sam, asleep on the couch, the boy that reminded him of his own son. How sad it must be for him, to have his childhood taken away, replaced by the evils of war. There wasn't much more the doctor could do now, but point them in the right direction.
"Computer start recording, Entry 37, day 82. Recording is top priority and should be repeated upon next start up," Dr. McGuffin said as he turned to the computer solemnly," Samuel, my dear boy, I am afraid that this is our last time to talk together. I am too old and taking too many resources now, I must leave in order to insure that you will have enough food to last you the rest of the scenario. The rest of Project EBF is now terminated. All that matters now is Matt and his friends making it ou
EBF: Reality Ensures: The Scientist's JournalEBF: Reality EnsuresEBF: Reality Ensures: The Scientist's Journal by liguidicewolf
This is a fan fiction based off Epic Battle Fantasy, Made by Kupo707, and takes on a different view of how Matt and his friends exist in their fantasy.One other thing to note is that it requires a bit of reading before the EBF part to become clear.
The Scientist's Journal
The Old beaten scientist limped down the ruin of a lab. Only a few of the computers and lab equipment were left, scattered on the left side of the room. On the right, some living quarters he and his companion, a kid no more than 17, had managed to set up. He passed the boy as he slept on one of the couches, mumbling something about the experiments. The scientist sighed, if it wasn't for this war the kid would still be in school, maybe even college.
The scientist walked over to one of the computers and turned it on. "Accessing flies Opening Audio logs," the computer read out, "Playing Journal Entry 1, Day 1."
"Greetings," A sur