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
RootsRoots4 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
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,
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
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
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
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
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
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
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..."
If Only...We sit there under that treeIf Only...6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
while we watch the sunset
hide behind the mountain.
Underneath us is the red and
white checkered pinic blanket
that we ate off of earlier today
when we feed the tiny ants
with our leftovers.
The sun gets sleepier and
I feel the land beneath
us grow colder.
Once the last of our heater
leaves us, I cuddle in next to him
and we share each others warmth.
A new fleece blanket lays over me
now, hes been preparing
for this night,
he even brought a small lantern
that lets just enough light
for me to watch his
aging brown eyes
When all is left to hear
is our light breathing
and a few crickets,
I press my ear against
his chest and listen
to the strong steady beat
of that heart inside.
And I whisper
Hello there cold, golden heart,
will you ever love me???
Anywhere but Heremoonlight shines on JacksonAnywhere but Here10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Jackson street is always
much too long
and when it's night and January
walking home is
much too wrong but
somehow I'm left standing
standing for myself since
I won't lean
and since the night has numbed my senses
I feel feelings
I won't mean and
I seem to be running
running to a place where
it's not clear
but Anywhere is where I'm headed
just as long as
it's not here
My Teasure ChestLast night I couldnt sleepMy Teasure Chest6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
so I started to think
and EVERY single thought
that came to mind
lead right back to you.
I remembered when you
that I had to learn about
before I could figure out
thats what I did
And here is what
I came to a
that the REAL me
is in a
suffocated in chains and locks,
barried in the
of a forgotten
abandoned in the
of the lost parts
so together we will
my lost island,
my teasure chest,
and with you
I cant be me without
For those who must mendConfessions of a broken heartFor those who must mend5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One that's been ripped apart
What sins have I committed here?
That take away all that's dear
Looking into the mirror, I see
A shadow of who I long to be
Dreaming of sunlight on my face
I hide myself in silent disgrace
Tempting fate into my hands
Falling to such harsh demands
Everyday another painful turn
All the anguish inside does burn
The blood washes out the pain
Silently like dripping rain
Tears of confession can't appease
I've fallen down upon my knees
No more can I abstain from this
Should I allow the blade another kiss?
Into the darkness I fall further down
Deeper still my heart is bound
Inside me the weakness has taken hold
Shivering I feel so very cold
I long to fight to break free
But I sit here silently
Fading between light and dark
Not believing I'll find that spark
I close my eyes to give in
Losing the battle within
But someone heard my tattered cries
They're trying to open my eyes
Filled with sadness too
Still trying to break through
Cutting ThroughSnick, snick, snickCutting Through6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Drip, drip, drip
Watching the blood roll
Off my arm onto the floor
Splattering like red paint
Showing how I'm filled with hate
For the world full of destruction
But mostly for my inner eruption
Hear the foot steps coming closer
Slide the sleeve up and over
Hide the glass so no one sees
the termoil burning inside of me
Knock on the door, in walks mom
Says g'nite, unseeing of the exploded bomb
Away she walks and back to the task
Not feeling the pain behind my mask
Covered with patch quilt cuts
No stopping now, no if, ands or buts
Energy drained I go to the sink
Feeling so tired all I do is blink
Grab for the rubbing alcohol bottle
Poured on the wounds like gas to the throttle
Searing the skin hot as branding iron burns
Clenching my teeth so parents won't learn
What their dear precious daughter keeps inside
So she's left with one last shred of pride
Bandaging the worst of them
Need to wear sweatshirts from now until when
They have time to scar up or heal
Then restart t
Your LoveThe crime that no one notices.Your Love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The scream that no one hears.
The tears that are ignored.
The faces of your fears.
The love that's been denied.
The love we've had to hide.
The love that will kill you
Kill both you and I.
You and I have no faces.
You and I have no breath.
No life, no love.
And so no regret.
I can't say I love you,
I can't say I tried.
I can't say I'm sorry,
You'll know that I lied.
I couldn't stand the pain.
The torture, it couldn't be.
I couldn't stand your love.
And so you've murdered me.
-c. the pursuit of happynessclearly its much easier to see the-c. the pursuit of happyness6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
imperfections in life than it is to admit to myself
that half the time its my fault; and you
know better than most how the easy is
tempting. i want to think of you and feel
happiness surge through me. i want
to be able to see your smile in
my mind, and know i'm smiling too.i liked to picture the two of us together in a
silver photo frame, but somehow all I could see was
you gliding away on that little cloud of
h a p p i n e s s
and my little bundle of ashes let's laugh on winter mornings. i want
to watch my breath fly free, just so bliss
can seem lucid. please,
and not an illusion.i used to love watching you through
fogged-up glass, in the reflections of
mirrors and off gleaming silverware because
you know, in enclosed spaces your sparkle
was just a little too muchi wish i were beautiful - beautiful
like you. i want your eyes to burn when you stare
at me. i want you to look away, still
stunned by the grace you can't stand
to see. that woul
Live or die?Ask yourselfLive or die?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Live or die?
Stay with love?
Stay with lies?
Or escape to unknown
Maybe see how much you'll have grown
Rain soflty falling on your skin
A final escape
From pain and sin
A symphony, music so soft
Or silence, solitude
Never born aloft
Red moon in your eyes
Or to fly forever...
A cool breeze blowing back her hair
A final trip for those who dare
The warmth and scent of her smooth skin
A chance to regroup with long fallen kin
Just one more glimpse
Of her deep amber eyes
To never hears sorrow
To never hears cries
I'm not yet ready to leave...
nyctophobiaHe was the friendly next door neighbour who had spent a lifetime with only one leg and missing teeth, and a smile so crooked you could wonder about the extent to which only one side of his face ever got exercise. She spent more time on his porch steps than at home with a dysfunctional family, puddles of unshed tears and the telescope that had stopped working many years ago, even though she still wanted to see the stars.nyctophobia6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the summer, he slumped in his broken wheelchair by the door, listening to the music blaring loud enough from her earphones to be decipherable from there, murmuring to the empty air that one day she would find what she was looking for. Once, hed timed it wrong, and just as the last screaming strains faded into nothingness she heard him, and turned, gaze full of vacant anger.
And what am I looking for?
He said nothing, because there is no escape from the knowledge that you are a failure. Instead, he raised the glass to his lips, amber on rocks, and al
Liar"you can't break that which isn't yours...i'm not my own...it's not my choice."Liar6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fall before you in millions
of perfectly edged facets.
they only reflect what they see.
I guess it's my fault you can't
stand to look into all those
parts of broken mirror.
I ran out of tape a long time ago.
Can someone please
lend me a piece?
Lost on a long road tripmy retina is slowly stretching,Lost on a long road trip6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
iris toughening, blindness
tracks me like a television.
the cars, too, gleam
of angels who span the paths
this secret garden of glass.
there is a dome, a roman arch,
and the sunlight naked as sculpture.
an image appears.
a word appears.
this is poetry.
the word disappears,
nothing in place of it.
halfway across Illinois in my car
I see Chicago
spread out like cheap insulation.
the world strays
later, at night, behind a wet field
hide ladders of air. The atmosphere
makes a noise like a shutter.
morning comes as I drive
by flat towns where the road
knifes from a false
horizon, and this moment is a couple
exchanging blurred teeth
in the alcove of a Subway.
what is he saying? what is he saying?
well it turns out
the two are demonstrating love--
he is saying: look, baby,
(Here the sun is obliterated in a cloud)
I'm real, I must be, there is
this failing light in my mouth.