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
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Stop Watching- No matter how outdated Grand Benson might seem to be, under the surface it is just as high-tech as any other mecha or cyborg on the planet today.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
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 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 Mender-ManThe Mender-ManThe Mender-Man7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever cast a broken watch into the rubbish bin?
Have you ever gotten rid of a much-used violin?
Or perhaps youve done away with a shoe that lost its sole
Wrapped it up in plastic bags and tossed it in a hole
But in your destructive life, have you ever stopped to wonder
What happens to these object that get carelessly torn asunder?
Let me tell you of the place where broken objects go to rest
Its beyond the craggy outcrop where the eagle builds her nest
West, towards the sunset, over Neverlands cobalt blue sea
Through a locked, wooden door for which there is no key
Down a ladder-less hole that goes straight through the earth
Out the other side and follow a seventy-mile firth
If all goes well, you will arrive at a valley, vast and sheer
Everything anyone has ever discarded has somehow ended up here
There are mile-high piles of books with lost pages
Microphones and podiums that once stood on stages
An ornately carved wooden cross, bearing our Saviou
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."
Current State: Ping-PongLoneliness is measured by the sound of ping pong ball.Current State: Ping-Pong6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The bigger the room, the more people are in it, the louder the sound of the ping pong ball is. That table-racket-table-table-racket sound echoes in your head, hitting the skull and falling down your throat, deep inside of you, hitting your vital organs. It hits the heart few times, making an inner bleeding. And then it goes to your lungs and gets stuck there, making you choke till death. After making you go through such a hell it falls to the deepest depths of you and stays there as the heaviest rock to carry.
Loneliness is measured by people.
You need at least two people to get that feeling of loneliness. The more people get involved in this whole thing the lonelier the person might get. Math. 1 + 1 not always ends up as 2. Sometimes its only a half or even a zero in the end. Therefore, the more you add to that 1, the less of it remains. 0.5, 0.33, 0.25 Math. Comes to the the more you give, the less you ge
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
Best story EEEVARThere once was a king. He died.Best story EEEVAR7 years ago in Humor More Like This
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
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.
10 Ways to Annoy Bella Swan10 Ways to Annoy Bella Swan10 Ways to Annoy Bella Swan7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
10. Ask about Mike.
9. Ask about Eric.
8. Ask about Jacob.
7. Ask about Edward.
6. After asking about all these boys, inquire as to how much she is paying them, and where in the White Pages she looked for fake fan-boys.
5. When she complains about not being a vampire, throw glitter on her and claim she sparkles just like a vampire in the sun.
4. Ask if the thought of Edward biting her makes her happy.
3. Say that since Edward is technically dead, she is into necrophilia. Tell her that is sick and wrong, and she should stop with her weird fetishes.
2. Tell her we all know about the real reason she married Edward the honeymoon.
And the Number One way to annoy Bella Swan?
1. Tell her that you and Jacob imprinted on each other, and are getting married. Tell her you are pregnant, and will be with him forever. Videotape the reaction.
Chapter 1Chapter 17 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Eight Months Earlier
The two POW's ran, ran for all they were worth, heads down and hoods covering their faces, alarms blaring all around them, the next cover was roughly fifty meters away. As they ran, blue laser lines traced their movements and singed the hard concrete next to their feet. They kept running. Seconds later they were at a door, the first POW opened the door, taking cover inside and, as the other POW staggered through the door, slammed it shut and locked it just as a barrage of las' fire assaulted the door making it warm to touch.
Safe for the moment, the second POW rolled up his pants leg to see a long black burn on his right leg. The first POW, a woman (you could tell as her prison uniform, obviously too small fit tightly around her curvaceous body) looked over at the burn, ouch, that looks bad, do you think you'll be able to walk on it? she asked.
I'll have to run on it with the situation we're in, replied the man, where are we
IntroIntro7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
A strange ship screamed through the sky leaving a long white trail in its wake. It was shaped like a cone with the bulbous front pushing through the air and the V shaped tail turning clockwise as a sort of propulsion system. Occasionally a burst of flame would leap from one of the many jets positioned in on the V.
The ship was painted a fiery orange although the front had been burned black when entering planets atmospheres. Sections of the hull where the jets were positioned had also been charred black and the ship had a streaked appearance.
At length, the ship reached came into view of a city. It was a sprawling metropolis with the buildings starting as small single or doubled storey housing and gradually increasing in height to enormous skyscrapers. A large colourful screen would occasionally break the monotonous greys and blues advertising a product in a foreign language.
Suddenly the ship had a huge burst of speed as all of the rear facing jets fired a
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