Left 4 Dead: PerksLeft 4 dead PerksLeft 4 Dead: Perks6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Anti Tank Unit: +15% Damage to The Tank
Unlock: Inflict 120,000 damage to Tanks and acquire either the Tankbusters or Man Vs Tank achievement.
Heavy Hitter: Larger punch reach and cone, double punch damage and increased chance of knockdown. Increased chance of hitting hunters out of the air.
Unlock: Punch 250 common or special infected to death and acquire any two of the following achievements: Dead Stop, Hunter Punter, Clean Kill, Spinal Tap.
Head-Hunter: +25% Damage to Headshots on any infected, and a +5% damage to Hunters
Unlock: Kill 5 Hunters with a headshot and acquire either the Jump Shot or the Brain Salad achievement.
Light Step: If you walk slowly, the aggro area of idle infected and the Witch becomes much smaller for you
Unlock: Kill less than 1000 infected through-out an entire campaign
Witch Hugger: Gives you the option to hug the wi
The Reunion:Chapter OneChapter OneThe Reunion:Chapter One2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I woke up to a bright light. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw that sunlight was seeping through my curtains. Frowning slightly, I crawled from underneath the covers, standing up. I stretched, yawning loudly. Another night of hardly any sleep. Every night, the same nightmares haunted my dreams. I woke up screaming almost every hour. But, I was used to the lack of sleep by now. These dreams had been occurring since I was nine years old.
Slowly, I walked over to my dresser, checking the small calendar that hung on the wall next to it. Sunday, November 15. I blinked a few times, continuing to stare at the date. November the 15...There was something very familiar about that date, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
Shrugging off the strange feeling that I had gotten from the date, I stepped in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection. My unusual crimson-brown eyes stared back at me. I ran a hand slowly
The Reunion: Chapter Two Chapter TwoThe Reunion: Chapter Two2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Garry made a noise, in between a sob and a laugh, then pulled me into a tight hug. I wrapped my arms around him as well, finally allowing the tears to spill down my face. They chilled me as then splashed onto the back of Garry’s winter coat.
“Oh Ib...I can’t believe it...” he said. I sniffled, burying my face into his shoulder, trying to stifle my sobs. We sat in the snow for a few moments, unaware of all of the strange looks that we were receiving from random passerby. Not that it mattered. After a long while, Garry stood up, taking my hand and helping me up off of the snow as well.
“Follow me Ib.” he said. I smiled, nodding. I followed him as he began walking in the opposite direction from the cafe. We traveled all the way across town, reaching a small hotel. He turned his head slightly, looking at me.
Ib: The Safe RoomIb awoke from her dreadful nightmare with a jolt, her heart was skipping beats alarmingly as it pounded loudly in her chest; sadly, her nightmare was only partially gone when she awoke. It was still embedded into her child-like brain just as well as it was real and standing before her brown eyes. Her surroundings felt somehow easier on her now-a quiet room with one large painting hung up on the back wall, and a row of short bookshelves that sat in the center of the floor boards.Ib: The Safe Room2 years ago in Romance More Like This
She took further inspection of the room before noticing anything unusual about herself, well, it was not her per-say, but what was placed delicately over her. Garry's oddly torn coat was laid with ease over her body, it dwarfed her with as long as it was, but she supposed it made sense since Garry was very tall and slim. He had lanky arms and legs that caused the older male to loom over her in a protective sort of way. He felt like a shadow, a very tall, guardian shadow.
Ib: The Reunion.To say that she walked away from that scrape, that terrifying day with nothing more than a rose would be lying in the most obvious way possible. Ever since the day, eight years ago, when she'd been sucked into a world that had taken all evidence of logic and destroyed it, she'd been plagued by nightmares. In a desperate bid to keep her sanity, she had tried to destroy all souvenirs of that day- the rose, her clothes, and even the handkerchief that Garry had returned to her. Without these reminders, she had gained some peace, but she was never truly normal. Girls named Mary gave her a start, she didn't like mannequins in stores, and she never went to another art gallery. That was until she got the letter from Garry.Ib: The Reunion.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It had arrived in the mail suddenly just a few days before as Ib had been trudging home after an exhausting day at school again. it seemed to have become her entire life: waking up at the crack of dawn, taking monotonous classes, and walking home to rest for th
Liebesleid Chapter 8 (Ib fanfiction)After picking up the water-stained pages of the last sonata outside of the mirrored room, Ib closed her eyes and leaned against a wall. She knew she didn't have much time left, but she was so tired and cold...her rose was still in her pocket. She hadn't looked at it ever since leaping out of Ivonne's painting, and she could tell that it was missing at least two petals. With a sigh, she rose, eyes shut, and took a deep breath as she faced the direction Ivonne's room was in, her fists clenched. Raising her head, Ib felt her determination and energy rushing back.Liebesleid Chapter 8 (Ib fanfiction)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hold on, Ivonne, Guertena...Garry...I'll be there soon.
"...Guertena? Guertena, are you alright?!" Worriedly, Garry knelt down next to the slumped artist, shaking his shoulder. "Come on! Wake up!"
"Ugh..." Guertena coughed and curled up. "I-Ivonne..."
"What's wrong?! Talk to me!"
"She..she's going to come back...that other side of me came back, that bad side...I'm...almost complete again...God, it hurts..."
Ib Halloween - Halloween at Guertena's CastleIb Halloween - Halloween at Guertena's Castle2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was a cold Halloween night in Guertena’s castle. The moon was full and hung up in the dark, starless sky. The atmosphere was quite peaceful and qui—
“What’s wrong Mary?” Ib asked with a worried look on her face.
Mary was to handle the cooking for tonight’s Halloween party. It had always been a tradition in the castle to hold one annually in honor of Master Guertena’s late wife. Today, though, Guertena was out of the country to do some business, so he left the preparations to his young witch apprentices: Ib and Mary.
“I-I-I tried to hurry the baking up by doubling the temperature but it ended up getting burnt,” Mary said with a glum face.
“You do know that it never works that way,” Ib scolded.
“I-I just miscalculated. That’s all!!”
Ib gave out a sigh.
“Well, we still have five more hours until midnight. Don’t you think you should start the baking all over again
RootsRoots3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The other boys may have made fun of him, due to his lack of having a father. It wasn't something you talked about with others; in fact, his mother was often scorned for presumably carrying and giving birth to an illegitimate child. But six-year-old Yusuf Tazim knew he was a boy meant for greater things He often spent hours dreaming of the heroic adventures his father, whom he had never known, had undoubtedly experienced. And despite her few friends and neighbors strongly stressing otherwise, his mother, Ceren Tazim, encouraged these thoughts and ideas; these throes of imagination. She would often take her young son into her arms before bed, and shared with him tales of her own. His father had been a brave man, never one to back down from a fight, but rarely a person to start one. She told him his father had been tall and impressive, with dark, meaningful eyes, and skin a beautiful olive brown. He commanded an army of ten-thousand eagles, which at his word would
IbxGarry Fanfic Oneshot - Ib's 10th BirthdayIb's 10th BirthdayIbxGarry Fanfic Oneshot - Ib's 10th Birthday2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ib gladly jumped out of her bed. It was her special day, her birthday, today. She had her whole day planned in every last detail and she knew that her 10th birthday was going to be special.
She heard the doorbell and quietly listened from her room who it was. Suddenly she heard her mom call for her.
"Ib, sweetie, someones waiting for you down here."
Quicker than the lightning, Ib ran down the stairs to the door where her mom stood. Her mom laughed a little.
"Hehe, she's always so fast."
"Is that so? Where is the little lightningbolt then, hmm?"
As Ib heard the question, she jumped into the mans arms. Garry jumped a little when he felt the little girl wrapping her arms around him, but he quickly sat down on his knees and hugged the redeyed girl back.
"Oh my, Ib! You have to stop scaring me like that." Garry laughed a little and let go of the hug. "So, are you ready to go Ib?"
Ib nodded and grabbed his hand. He looked at her and smiled. "Okay, let's go
Kakashi Fanfic, Chapter one :)~Chapter 1~Kakashi Fanfic, Chapter one :)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A D rank mission, simple really, not much happens on d rank missions.
Misutikku has become a chunin, this mission will be easy work, all she's to do is help a man living in the country to plow his fields
She leaves the village with the information about the mission tucked safely in her memory and her bag slung haphazardly over one shoulder, a tendril of her long blonde hair slithers into her face and she tucks it behind her ear despite knowing it will slither back into her face soon anyway.
With a bounce in her step she walks at a quick pace away from the gates of Konoha.
Further out into the country side she resettles her bag more comfortably and begins to jog, a tingly feeling has settled itself at the back of her neck, she turns uneasily stopping to stare around at her surroundings.
Finding nothing but more confusion she turns back to her path.
A hand slams into her chest knocking her to the ground.
Surprised but none the less prepared she scoots backwards and shoots to
Sweet Sad Girl Of SnowSweet Sad Girl Of Snow10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So different, So strange,
She's unlike the pack,
Quiet and nerdy,
Scars down her back,
Hand me down clothes,
And shoes that don't fit,
Glasses and braces,
Hair knotted and split,
A world inside books,
Her reason to live,
The kids all around her,
Pains all they give
In real life she's teased,
Bullied and such,
But inside her novels,
She's brave and she's tough,
Then after school,
She makes her way home,
Teased and taunted,
And pushed in the snow,
Her daily depressive,
Her lonely walk home,
She opens the door,
Air smells of smoke,
Beer cans and ashtrays,
She coughs and she chokes,
Her father an alco,
Been drunk since the war,
Spew stains and food,
All over the floor,
Her mother a housewife,
Depressed and alone,
Six kids and a husband,
A broken down home,
Abused and miss treated,
Suicidal at least,
Bruises and cuts,
All over her cheeks,
One brother, One sister,
Older than she,
Three younger siblings,
Rowdy too free,
Up rickety stairs,
To a room of her own,
Old books, A tape deck,
Decembersville Ch. 2Chapter 2: Sophia and Darkslaw have a talkDecembersville Ch. 26 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The night fell upon Canzingsvale Wood in a heartbeat and Sophia found herself in a large, pink, princess-like dress. Why? Because of a baby shower that her grandparents were proud to sponsor; at their house too. As much as she didnt want to complain, all Sophia could do was whine about how she didnt want to attend even though the party was going to be downstairs in the large foyer.
Dont they have a house? Why does it have to be here? Its so dumb.
Please dont say that, Sophie. They are very good friends of ours and the grandmother came in close to the childs ear and whispered, They dont have the money to pay for the party.
Sophia just moaned and tried holding her tears back as her grandma pulled back her hair
Vortigese Language Basics *updatedVortigese Language Basics *updated4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Vortigaunt language basics
True Vortigese can only be understood by telepathic individuals. The inflection and specific context of any spoken sound is created through Vortal means. Flux Shifting is the term they use, where each Vortigaunt's mental and verbal communication is shared in a holistic manner. Therefore any context is generally lost on Human ears, and each single Vortigese word can be interpreted in dozens of different ways depending on that context. Many words can be spelled in different ways, but they are generally pronounced only one. Vortigaunts can learn virtually any language, pronunciation may be more or less correct though they always sound 'exotic'. Though they have few or no words with certain sounds in their own language, they can pronounce English/non-Vort sounds just fine. Vortigese is difficult for normal Humans to pronounce because some of the resonance and depth of the actual sounds are created using their longer throats, differently shaped mouths, and
AWOKEN-LYRICSWhat cause have I to feel glad?AWOKEN-LYRICS2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I've built my life on judgement and causing pain!
I don't know those eyes I see in the bloodstained chrome...
Now everything that I've had,
And everything I've known have been thrown away!
And with time, I've come to find this isn't my home...
...I've stoked the fire!
Seen more pain than you can know...
...The tears of the broken have washed away my soul!
Pushed by desire,
To change the way my stream will flow...
...Now I've awoken, and I'm taking back control!
...I try my best to block out the screams,
But they're haunting me in my dreams!
Please, break my shackles, I want it to stop...
I man these wretched machines,
Day in, day out, the grinding wears on my brain!
Undermining my sanity, making me question my reality.
But life is not as it seems!
Should I take a chance for freedom and throw it all down the drain?
I've been imprisoned, please burn my transgressions away...
...I've stoked the fire!
Seen more pain than you can know...
...The tears of the b
vampierI hide in the shadows and lust for the light for I am vampier forever imprisoned by night.vampier6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The moon is my sun the night is my day blood is my life and you are my pray.
I long for what I've lost for that which can never be.I cloak the horror of what I am and pray you never see.
I shodow my gaze in your presence and pray you may never be part and,of the hunger that claws at my vitals of the evil that my heart.
I look into your eyes and find forgiveness there and for a moment...one brief,sweet shining moment I see an end to my despair.
Her touch has rendered me helpess,her trush weakens the chains past.Dare I belive in the love she offers?Have I found the end to the darkness ant last?
Under the Japanese MapleUnder the Japanese Maple3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I walk along a quiet path; all I hear is the breeze in the leaves. The soft breeze speaks of the ending spring, and beginning summer; I look to the bright blue sky that is obscured by the leaves as I listen to the sounds of the trickling fountain and delicate Japanese maple tree.
But overall the sounds of peace is his voice calling to me, a caress in the breeze, I look to the maple tree that stands, swaying gently in the breeze, light red lush leaves waving and casting their shade. Under the shade of the tree there is a log bench, there I see him sitting, arms open wide for me.
The man who is constantly in my dreams, his hair like light milk chocolate, his skin a dusky gold, warmth exudes from his very presence. He sits there waiting for me to join him. He gazes at me, eyes a deep hazel, a quiet passion in them that speaks his feelings though he barely says a word. He stands, dressed in rugged jeans and a t-shirt, he raises his hand out for me to join him again, without a word his eyes
Rippin' the Earth a New OneIt was a strange day in May 1972 when a portal opened in western Australia, with an alien race resembling striped, humanoid cats called Lombaxes entered our universe through it, and things only got weirder from there.Rippin' the Earth a New One3 months ago in Settings More Like This
Faced with inevitable defeat in a war of galactic proportions against the fish-like Drophyd forces of the Cragmite Emperor Percival Tachyon back in their home dimension, what remained of the Lombax race convened in the building known as the Court of Azimuth on their home planet of Fastoon, and utilised a device known as the Dimensionator (ironically the device originally used to banish the near-entirety of the Cragmite Race to another dimension) to open a portal and flee their universe altogether. Originally intending to make their escape to an uninhabited planet and restore their civilisation from there, something went wrong and instead they ended up on a planet known to the locals as Earth, just outside the Australian city of Kalgoorlie.
As soon as they were discovered,
ianto's ghostIantos ghost - after season 4ianto's ghost3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The past year has all been to much for me. Seeing my lover with other people , moving on , forgetting me slowly. I knew it was to good to be true , only if I never entered that building that day only if I had got out in time.. Only if I never joined torchwood
Everyone dies young in torchwood but I thought I atleast had another couple of years with him. I wasn't ready to go, I still had loads of things I intended to do.
Im here every day and yet no one can see me, not even jack. I get lonely sometimes , I watch over him; watch all of the things he does, some of the decisions he has made, made me want to be there to point him in the right direction.
He doesn't seem the same , part of him feels empty , he needs to let me go. As long as he thinks of me I'll always be with him but knowing that I can see him but he cant see me is the most pain fullest thing in my life.
But , I'd rather be here ,with him, then i
AcceptanceAcceptance8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You smell of sex and cheap cologne
with eight or nine marks across your neck that scream
I am yours.
I asked you silently to count my flaws
so I could tear myself apart
and feel a little less perfect with your arms around me.
Maybe then I could tell you that my tears
are not as useless
as they are now.
I am addicted to the way you move
and watching your eyes drift close just before we kiss.
The passion in your voice when you whisper
I love you
through heavy breathing makes my heart skip a beat or two
and I find myself praying that if I am dreaming
I never wake up.
The tragedy of losing this reality is enough
to make my shoulders shake uncontrollably with broken sobs.
But your skin is soft
against mine. Caressing away my self-dou
Ianto: Thoughts of TorchwoodThoughts of a Torchwood MemberIanto: Thoughts of Torchwood5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
General Torchwood Fanfic
POV: Ianto Jones
When you're in a relationship with Captain Jack Harkness, you never really know what you are to him.
Jack doesn't have an easy time showing his emotions, which I guess is maybe why it works out so well between us. I'm not really comfortable showing how I feel about him. But maybe that's because he's never really said how he feels about me.
But he shows it. He'll look into my eyes, when we're in bed together, when we're kissing, when we're talking, and I can see it. I can see there's so much more than he says out loud.
But I still wonder...
I see him looking at Gwen. I'm not blind, I know she's attractive. And I wonder if she hadn't been taken when Jack met her, if she'd be where I am now. Because I have a fairly good guess she would have tried if she didn't have a relationship.
When he ran away to the Doctor... I honestly thought he'd never be back. He left without a thought. From the few times he talked about the
001. The Hermit State Today.001. The Hermit State1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Catastrophic Chaotic Council had been called to deal with the growing crisis. As usual when the combo gathered, things quickly degenerated into petty squabbles and needless grandstanding, all interspersed with the mournful hemming and hawwing of one limp-haired sallow-faced Christian Weston Chandler.
“Won’t somebody please think of the children?!” Angelica wailed.
“My children are fine,” said Sonichu, turning to his wife, “isn’t that right, rosey?”
Rosechu was sitting in the old rocking chair Chris kept in the corner of the office, cradling her youngest daughter in her arms, staring distantly into the adjacent wall, silent save for the creaking of the wooden seat. Robbie was nowhere to be seen, tho
broken in halfbroken in half6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's this girl who couldn't smile,
So she had one painted on.
Her heart had been broken,
And she had no band-aids to put on it.
The pieces had been shattered,
Had been broken into dust.
She spent her days searching,
Trying to pick the pieces up.
One day she saw him,
The one who said he cared.
He stood above her watching,
As she tried to match up the pieces.
"If you love me" she said,
"You'd help me put my heart together again".
He stared at her and smiled,
Then gave her a little box.
She took off the cover,
He had given her half of his.
Kakashi Fanfic, Chapter two :)2nd chapterKakashi Fanfic, Chapter two :)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After little success on the ANBU's identity front Misutikku figures she needs a time out and decides to go to the hot springs.
In the bath house she gets a familiar tingly feeling on the back of her neck, she turns to glare around the bath house but finds herself to be the only one there, she shakes her head thoroughly confused, she was sure she was being watched, but how could she be watched if there's no one around.
The feeling follows her and she can't bring herself to get into the hot spring, she returns home with the feeling following her the whole way.
Weeks later and the feeling has persisted to follow her wherever she might go right up until she is called to the Hokages office.
She knocks lightly on the door then pushes it open quietly.
Her light blue eyes sweep the room and come to rest upon the only other member if the room beside herself and the Hokage, the ANBU has decided to make a reappearance has he? He greets her with a nod.
"Hokage sama?" Misutikku speaks c
Oswald: Happy Birthday, DadHappy Birthday, DadOswald: Happy Birthday, Dad3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That is what this day has been.
We went to pay our respects to Dad earlier today; Mickey, the kids, and I. After that was all said and done, we headed back home to Disneyland. I was still clutching the present I had been carrying around all day.
At first, I thought I was going to set it down when we went to pay our respects, but something stopped me. A feeling. Perhaps intuition? I don't know, but something didn't feel right about it. Leaving it there outside, exposed to the elements, wild creatures, and who knows what else. Instead, I decided to hold onto it until we got back home. This probably seemed strange, but the others silently understood.
We soon headed back to Disneyland. As we entered the park, I told Mickey and the kids that there was something I needed to do and that I would catch up with them later. They agreed and I promised to be back in a little while. Before leaving, my brother turned to me and put his hand on