DionaName: Diona (Cyborg008, Unit008, Cybiollante)Diona5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Species: Venusian Mutated Flytrap
Height: 57 meters
Length: 45 meters
Mass: 62,600 tons
Telepathic- One of the side affects of the plant's exposure to the strange energies of Venus, was the heightening of it's intelligence. Diona is on par or perhaps even smarter then a human, her nerve core is so advanced that it can push it's will on the physical world. Diona is able to lift things the size of small kaiju and then throw them, she is also able to lift multiple objects at the same time so that she may hurl them with great force. Her mind powers do not stop there, like the known mutant Anatitora, Diona can also read minds, even speaking to humans or other monsters. Her robotic parts are all built with a chip that recognizes Diona's brainwaves and then moves according to her wishes, so that she is able to control her steam vents and metal arms. Being that her nerve cluster is not based on any animal brain, the plant has
Life and Death UndergroundAditi was looking forward to her tour ending. It was her last month in Herg before going on leave, and though she was excited about the project in the twin laboratory in Outer Prasides being a success, she was eager to visit her family in Central Satol. She literally had been underground for the last year and a half, surfacing very little for fear of being discovered by the constant stream of government probe drones that flew over the salt flats. Not to mention there wasn't much worth coming out of hiding for in Herg, anyway, other than the occasional reminder that Delvii still orbited Ro. Otherwise Aditi had stayed in the laboratories and her very small living quarters in the bunker during her time on the project. In a few more weeks she would ride on the underground hypertube which would take her to the district of Mur, where she would be picked up by one of the others and travel the rest of the long way back to Central Satol by RETvan.Life and Death Underground4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her shift uneventful, she ran more cipher throu
Naruto Abridged 1 QuotesJessie: "Oh dear god! What kind of pokemon is that?!"Naruto Abridged 1 Quotes8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
James: "Ever since pokemon USA got the liscence, it hasn't been the same. They've had to use steroids on the pokemon just to keep the ratings up!"
Iruka: "Okay everyone! Since Naruto's an asstard, you're all gonna have to do a transformation test"
Some random student: "But I have a note from my doctor saying that I can't be in an Anime longer than 52 episodes, can I go home?"
Iruka: "Yes you may. Bitch, you're up. Okay...you fail at life. Next!"
Sakura: "Did you see Sasuke?"
Sasuke: "Shut, the hell up, you stalker."
Iruka: "Naruto, did you steal the scroll?"
Iruka: "Then what's that on your back?
Naruto: "It's a Bleach wall scroll."
Iruka: "Oh. Okay then."
Mizuki: "Gimmie the scroll."
Iruka: "Hey, you said it wasn't the scroll."
Iruka: "I want you to have this."
Naruto Abridged 2 QuotesIno: "Hey Sakura."Naruto Abridged 2 Quotes8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sakura: "Hey Ino."
Ino: "So, how is being a bum and bitch going along for you?"
Sakura: "About the same as your vision with no pupils."
Ino: "Flat chest!"
Iruka: "If you girls can all stop squealing and complaining for a minute, I'm gonna put you in trios."
Some Random Student: "Why trios?"
Iruka: "Because, you touch yourself at night. Okay Naruto, you're with Sakura."
Sakura: "Oh f***."
Iruka: "And, the emo freak."
Naruto: "Oh snap."
Sakura: "Good things do happen to bad people!"
In Hinata's mind: "Aw, I wanted to see Naruto naked."
Iruka: "Hinata! Stop fantasizing about Naruto being naked!"
The whole class:"Eeeww!"
Iruka: "Just for that, you're with the dog guy...and the bug guy."
Shino: "I like bugs."
Iruka: "Yes, yes. We know already!"
Shikamaru: "Why do girls like the emo guys that treat them like crap?"
The OccultThe OccultThe Occult8 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
The Hat, at first, was just an object. I considered it of little importance. I was so oblivious then that I sometimes wish I had enjoyed my ignorance while it lasted. For now I sit, staring imminent death in the face and all I can do is to record my experience so that, at least, people will know of the dangers that they face by simply existing.
I am Julian Samuels. At the age of four, I was orphaned, and, according to their will, my parents had wished to leave me in the care of my grandfather. He was an eccentric old widower with all the charm of a game show host, a thin, wispy, white beard that was no less than half a meter long and an enormous liking for shellfish. I can imagine no better companion for me in my early years. As a boy, I spent my days in the spacious wheat fields of my grandfathers farm. One of the happiest and most vivid memories of my childhood is riding to town on my rather mottled red bicycle to fetch the paper on Sunday mornings. Perhaps, over the
My titles never friggin' fit.And If You Cannot Find MeMy titles never friggin' fit.6 years ago in Other More Like This
After You Have Looked In All Of These Places,
Then Look To The Rooftops
Unimaginable Quantities of Ink and Ingenuity
As the Indigo Children Bowed Their Heads
God Save the Outcasts
The Unbearable Burden of Somnambulism
Just One More Day
Always: Just One More Day
Tonight, we shall sleep on the rooftops
Our days of living
By the simple truths of thorn trees
And the dogs are never coming home
So, tonight, we shall sleep on the rooftops
(Like Sean Lance, we shall scale the buildings)
We shall summon the Indigo Children
Summon them to the rooftops
For the rooftops, they say, are free of uncertainty
When the houses smell of twilight
When the moons gravitational force is turned against it
When the grass sprouts green and cool
We shall journey to the rooftops
(Like Sean Lance, we will stand, looking down)
The skies will be a projection of our dreams:
A seething mass of hats and hands
Of entangled words and paisley patterns
A New Dawn For A New Era?On a summer's thursday, the plague, the NDV 1 bacterium infected Sakeville.A New Dawn For A New Era?8 years ago in Horror More Like This
A siren sounded. Someone shouted, and then I recognized the siren. It was an ambulance, tearing down the road.
It was saturday, so everyone was out. Market day, too. The ambulance didn't stop, at least, it didn't try to. It smashed into a lampost, skidding around and rolling over. There were shrieks and curses, and a policeman shouting, trying to keep order...
The ambulance had come from Broccoli City, east of Sakeville, and was registered to Broccoli National Hospital.
The door opened. Someone was pushing it open. Then, the rear doors fell off.
There were more shouts, and someone yelled for a doctor.
The policeman got on the scene, pushing everyone back. Then he saw the body.
It had sprawled out of the rear door. A broken and scabbed thing, dressed in a ragged hospital gown, an oxygen mask strapped on its face. It was very dead.
Constable Bessulik was the first to contract the illness.
Gothic story 2Constable Kist entered the apartment block with some apprehension, the occupants had been complaining of a stench coming from an apartment on the sixth floor.Gothic story 27 years ago in Horror More Like This
After several unanswered, unreturned calls, the police had obtained a warrant to search the apartment and had sent Constable Kist and her partner Constable Grar, who had been sick and was waiting in the car downstairs, to find the cause of the smell and effect its removal. If the owner, a Mr Black, was there, he was to be taken into custody as well.
After knocking on the door politely, Kist stated in a loud, commanding tone, this is the police, I have a warrant, after still receiving no reply, she kicked in the door, braking the lock and forcing it open.
With the door now open, the stench intensified, it was the sickening, putrid smell of decay. Gagging, she stepped inside and began her search for the disgusting smell.
The apartment was sparsely furnished and all of the rooms were connected. The hall led past a few cl
Stars don't TwinkleStars dont twinkle:Stars don't Twinkle8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A genuine story
Silence. A silence I will never forget. It is an internal, unearthly silence. And at that moment it roared in my head like a barbaric monster, allowing me neither thought nor concentration. It filled everything, and for a moment I felt it is everything. That the world and its occupants are but a phantasm and that the silence is everything. It was thick; it had more substance than the wind, the dust or the ominous gray clouds that spread over the sky like a disease. More, even, than the quaint houses that nestled far below me, bathed in the last of the suns rays. The silence was around me. Stifling. Hot. I felt like I was suffocating under its weight. I wondered, Can one die of silence?
Can one die of silence? I repeated the question aloud, but spoke only to the wind and the dust and the rain clouds, filling the air with the characteristic smell of ozone. A single drop of water fell in the sand beside me. The wind became strong
Title's too long againCalamity, Bereavement and Buttered ToastTitle's too long again8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
This is a story about a man by the name of Simon Fields and his breakfast. Simon was a man of vast calculations, endless numbers and exceptionally few words. His breakfast spoke even less. Considering his bland personality and even blander wardrobe, it was only suitable that he should become an accountant. He worked at a large square building that seemed to be all concrete and no soul. The building, Simon knew, was exactly 532 strides from his flat.
Every morning Simon awoke promptly at 7:32. He allowed himself exactly 3 minutes to wake fully before taking a shower that lasted precisely 6 minutes. Thereafter he brushed his teeth for one minute and dressed in a grey suit, a white shirt and a blue tie. When he was feeling particularly cheerful or adventurous, he sometimes wore a dark blue tie. It would now be 7:50. After running a comb through his hair four times, he went to the kitchen and inserted a slice of white bread into the toaster, where i
fallen skythe sky has fallenfallen sky6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and all the angels are dying
theres only one left
and it's dying
all it feels is pain
it can't remember, can't dream
it fades in the rain
Entry 1Day 35Entry 18 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Weather: hot, humid. Stormclouds building. Normal.
Legs are tired. We abandoned the Wallapi some miles back. Skobiq said they would attract predators. No matter, he knows best about this infernal jungle!
Set up camp under a large stone overhang. Got a good fire blazing. Skobiq went out, alone, with nothing but a rictus rifle and our waterskins, looking for fresh water. We stay here. Stevenson is guarding the camp with a rifle. Lucky it didn't rain today. Still very hot, and very humid. Even with the sky above, it's claustraphobic.
Weather: torrential rains. Then it stopped. Now it's begining to get humid again. Sol isn't smiling on us today.
Counted Screaming Apes to pass time.
I was bitten by a snake, today. Induced strange hallucinations. Skobiq said it's not harmful, it's a blessing, from their Earth Goddess. Strange blessing.
Stevenson and Skobiq went out hunting, while me, Travis and Kurtson went on.
Skobiq and Stevenson came back with a wild hog. Made very go
Ghost WordsCarried by the howling winds,Ghost Words3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Brought from very far away,
Both whispers and screams
Words of anger and betrayal,
Words of longing and love,
From the tender lips of death
Last wills of soul departed,
Final figments from beyond,
That may fall upon deaf ears
These last rites of the dead,
Blow in from lands long gone,
Ghost words spoken to the living
How to Read Science Fiction"The science-fictional world is not only one different in time or place from our own, but one whose chief interest is precisely the difference that such difference makes."How to Read Science Fiction7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Carl Freedman, Critical Theory and Science Fiction
At its heart, the central tenet of science fiction is the question: "What if?" Despite or perhaps due to its wide-ranging themes, the genre provides the perfect platform for exploring that most fundamental of ideas: the human condition.
The main difference between science fiction and related genres (such as fantasy) is that sci-fi deals with the possible if not always the plausible. But the basics of storytelling remain the same, regardless of category: the author must establish the status quo, introduce the characters, and provide a conflict to be resolved.
The freedom of science fiction is in broadening the author's options, often with the intended goal of highlighting a current social concern (e.g., controvers
HelbredName: Helbred (Unit002, Cyborg002)Helbred5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Species: Mutant Hermit Crab
Height: 32 meters at the head, 55 meters at the shell point
Length: 44 meters
Mass: 64,100 tons, 22,000 tons without shell
Hatchet Claws- The back side of the claws have a hatchet like curve to them, with these the crab can lash out suddenly and bash his foes if they dare get close enough. Held close to his chest, the crab can punch out much like a mantis shrimp, though not quite as fast. With the hatchet like blade on the claws, this can splinter and fracture armor as well as break bones in half.
Chain Cannons- Just above the shoulders sit two large machinegun muzzles, these can move from side to side as well as up and down to keep up with a nimble target. They fire shells that would put any normal human artillery to shame, each of these massive bullets are shot at nearly 20 shells every six seconds. These are great for fast moving targets with light top medium level armor, for the heavier class defe
Grand BensonName: Grand Benson (Clocky, Cuckoo Clock, Steamy Grand Benson)Grand Benson4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Species: Steam Powered Mecha
Height: 55 meters
Length: 20 meters
Mass: 48,000 tons
Stop Watching- No matter how outdated Grand Benson might seem to be, under the surface it is just as high-tech as any other mecha or cyborg on the planet today. One of the machine's most infamous components is the computer that drives it, able to make human like decisions on the spot and decide how best to tackle a problem as well as any of the ones that created it. On top of this is a very powerful processor, combined with the state of the art optics in the clock-face, Grand Benson can measure it's foe's movements inch by inch and millisecond by millisecond. On the fly it can calculate the angle of aproach, the range and how open an attack leaves a kaiju, after seeing the move only once. Aided by it's shockingly flexible and agile body, the mecha becomes a formidable force, turning just about any weapon back on it's ow