Haiku: GLaDOSHaiku: GLaDOS5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
"It's been a long time
How have you been test subject?
Time for kill-**-**-science <3"
Fortley FanficFortley Fanfic4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Forte looked up at the night sky one last time, before she broke down into tears. She missed Wheatley, and knew that she
could never forget him. He was the only one that could make her smile. She never thought that anyone could be as funny and outgoing as him.
Wheatley could say the same thing. Out in space with none other than the space core. "SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE! I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU ALL!" Wheatley was crying, and if he could, he would try everything to get back to Earth to be with Forte. He would apologize for everything, and promise never to hurt her again.
"Oh man, I screwed up big time." Wheatley said to himself. "I never meant to go as far as trying to kill her. But she just made me so mad! I wish I never let her go." More tears flooded down his face, and one of the tears fell down to Earth.
Forte looked up before going into her house, and felt a drop fall onto her glasses. "What? But the weather report said nothing about rain." Then she got it. I
First You Will Be Baked...With her Companion Cube under her arm, Chell turned and started heading off into the wheat field without so much as a backwards glance at the shed. Good riddance, as far as she was concerned. She would be happy if she never heard the name Aperture again.First You Will Be Baked...4 years ago in Humor More Like This
But then she remembered something, and slowly came to a stop. Damn it.
There was no way she was leaving without her cake.
Turning around, she marched back to the shed. She set the cube on the ground, then balled her hand into a fist and knocked sharply on the door. There was no response, so she kept it up. GLaDOS would have to acknowledge her eventually.
And sure enough, after around ten minutes, there came a tired sigh from a camera that was attached to the side of the shed. Chell, having not seen the camera before, jumped in surprise and stopped knocking. She took a few steps back and faced it with a glare, placing her hands on her hips.
"Oh, what is it this time?" the AI sighed. "I thought I was finally rid of you. I l
Wheatley's SongWhen Chell entered the next test chamber, the classical music was gone, having been replaced by some sort of a strange, off-key humming noise. She looked around, trying to figure out where it was coming from, but GLaDOS noticed before she had a chance to.Wheatley's Song4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Oh, what is that? It sounds horrible. Not that we aren't grateful that you've turned off that classical music, but what is that?"
"Oh, this?" Wheatley spoke up from his screen, sounding proud. "Well, I'm glad you noticed! It's just a little tune that I picked up well, wrote, actually, wrote is more like it. See, not only am I reading Machiavelli now, I'm also writing songs, writing my own songs. To sing. To you, actually! Since you're the only ones here anyway, would you like to hear it? Maybe I could even make it part of the test chamber. Oh, that's brilliant. Bloody brilliant, actually. Ah, how do I do that? Could you teach me?"
"No," GLaDOS grumbled.
"Oh, you don't know how?" he asked, his voice taking on a
'The Cake is a Lie' Ch. II'The Cake is a Lie' Ch. II4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Goodbye, My Only Friend. Oh, Did You Think I Meant You?
The room he entered was considerably larger than any that he had previously encountered, and, as he could have guessed from those encounters, was mostly white, excluding a red large red button on the floor, and a light grey exit door to the left of it. Before he took his first step into the chamber, a series of panels opened beneath his feet, creating a series of stairs leading down to the red button. He approached it slowly, and stepped on it, causing the computerized voice to chime in once again. "This is an Aperture Science Super-Colliding Super-Button. It is commonly used to open exit doors or do other tasks that will, hopefully, aid you in solving these kinds of remedial tasks." The exit door then opened, and stayed open after he walked off of the button. The test seemed almost too easy, but he took it that the difficulty would not remain constant. Taking the wonderfully non-difficult way out, he saw another elevator, and
SO GLaDOh... you're still running and trying to hide?SO GLaD4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Well I'm reconstructing science and I'm still alive.
Are you going to try to kill me and burn me again?
No surprise there. After all, you did the same to your only friend.
No reason to despair... Oh wait, there is. My bad.
Making sure you, , suffer will make me GLaD.
Try to understand already. No matter what you do you're always wrong
You're adopted and... well rounded. You should be happy the cake is gone.
But if you want to live, all I ask of you is a little compliance
Then I think we can put our differences behind us... for science...
Analysis of Wheatley-SpoilersAnalysis of Wheatley-Spoilers4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Yes, you know it was bound to come eventually. After all, he is a fan girl favorite. Anyway, I have a LOT to say about him, simply because he is the most textured and human (yes, even more then Chell) character in the game. Where to start? Well, as I played throughout the game I grew quite attached to him (putting myself into the position that during the testing I hadn't had any kind interaction, at all) and came to consider him as a comrade and companion during the grueling trial of escaping. Even so, some of the things he says throughout this first part do reveal that he has a sort of mild contempt and resentment for humans and is a bit selfish. Despite this, his transformation after the core transfer was so sudden and complete that even his mirth starts morphing into sadistic fit of laughter, followed soon after by vengeful transference of Glados into a potato. The fact that he reaches this boiling point after called a moron seems to indicate that he has some sort of infe
ChellxWheatley: LiliesWheatley sighed and shut yet another handbook, carelessly tossing it onto the collecting pile of handbooks on his bed. Seriously, confessing shouldn't be this hard! All he had to do was walk up to Chell, tell her he loved her and then if she rejected him, go sulk in a corner somewhere. And therein laid the problem, whenever he tried to confess he got nervous, and whenever he got nervous he rambled, and whenever he rambled the topic strayed from what its original intention was entirely (the last time he had tried to confess, somehow the conversation had ended with a theory between the two of them that the Aperture Science-Black Mesa rivalry began when Black Mesa beat Aperture in a softball game). He took off his glasses and rubbed at his eyes, exactly how long had he been going at this?ChellxWheatley: Lilies5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Well," he thought allowed, replacing his glasses on his face and instead running a hand through near-perpetually messy hair, "maybe if all these guidebooks didn't spout rubbish I wouldn't be havi
BADFIC II - Chapter IVBADFIC II - Chapter IV4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Who are you and what is this proposal you talking about?" ask Martha at the guy in the darkness.
"Patiens, patiens!" say the guy and smile at them with his teeth. "All in good time. Ah, lady Chel I see that you are going fine since the slast time we meet."
"You know her too?" ask Space core at the guy in a curiously.
"Oh course. We had a little understanding didn't we? Or did you forgot your quest so easily?"
"You on a duest?" ask Marfa at Chell who just loke down in a bit ashamed.
"Oh yes of course, she was supposed to help me and my boss g3et a certain something out of this place. And in rerun we would give her what she was always wanted in the world." he smile a little bit bigger and Martha and the Space Dore decide they don't olike the looks of this guy at all.
"Well what went wrong then? Why are you still here if you already got what you wanted?" ask Martha. The sarp-toothed man
The Cold BotThe Cold Bot4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Oh. Well look at this, it's you.
Oh my, How have you been?
I've been busy, being dead.
(You know.) After you murdered me!
It's been a long long time you know,
I thought you might forget
We've both said things and some of which
you really will regret
But maybe we can try again,
speak bitter words no longer
put dif'rences behind us for,
the sciences, you monster
I will say though, that since you went
to all this trouble, pest,
to wake me up, I guess you really,
really love to test.
I love it too, you know that well,
but now there's one small thing
I hope that you aren't soured
when you find yourself falling!
Oh here we are. The furnace room.
Oh Please do watch your feet
don't trip over the parts that once
belonged inside of me.
Ah there it is, the portal gun,
just let me move this stuff
I hope you've brought your brains because
the new tests are quite tough.
It's protocol that I can't speak
to you during the tests,
but now we have a little time,
so speak, please be my guest.
Oh never min
Speeding Bullet PrologueSpeeding Bullet Prologue4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Summary: Two hearts dream of their day in the sun. One an old consumer turret longing for her past, and a former test subject wanting a better life. Can they come together and tackle the obstacles to make their dreams come true?
She remembered it as though it were yesterday.
She had had a home, a 'family' and a purpose. She was a turret. Manufactured by Aperture Science and one of the few that were ever bought and sold to the public. She remembered her home quiet fondly. They were a wealthy family and the husband had gifted her as a birthday present for his son. She'd never forget.
"Happy Birthday, Son!" the Father said proudly. She remembered hearing the wrapping paper being torn away and the squeal of the little boy in delight, and the scream of the mother and a few others in horror.
Plastic MusingsPlastic Musings5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This place, an eye sore really. As most of you know this place seemed like a nirvana. A place better than the junk 'eap we'd 'ad before, if you've been keeping up. I's just a lumped mass of trash and stagnant waste. All the signs that this pathetic life is running out of places to "grow". I' all comes here, to my domain, my kingdom if you will.
I, Murdoc Niccals am keeper of all this. This place will be standing in the first picture taken of the world after it all goes to 'ell and it's 'eading there rather quickly I might add. No white flag will be raised, but I'll be 'ere. Laughing at what 'as become of all that once was, all that seemed so great, wonderful and promising.
Well, enough of that. Let's talk a little more about me and my discoveries, if you all don't mind.
Of course you don't.
My whole idea,and back to the whole end of the world ordeal,was to make a place that could stand the test of time. It's a par' of nature and then again it's no',and it is very creative. All I did wa
ThunderI woke up that one, rainy, dark night to- what else? Wheatley.Thunder4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh god, I think the facility's exploding. Chell! Chell! We've gotta get out of here, Chell! Oh god, w-we're gonna-"
Too tired to sit up and comfort the sphere at the foot of my bed, I reached my arm towards him and rested it on his casing. The AI was shivering violently.
"Calm down, Wheatley. It's just-" I paused to consider the loud cracking noises, "It's just thunder."
Wheatley's shivering ceased. His optic widened, brightening the room slightly. I loved it when it did that.
"Thunder...?" He sighed. I smiled in the darkness, getting drowsier.
"Yeah. I'm right here. I'm not leaving..." I muttered, beginning to trail off. My hand was slipping down Wheatley's side, but he rolled gently towards me to support it.
His efforts were in vain, because as soon as I fell back asleep, my arm instinctively withdrew itself from the sphere's cold metal casing.
I was awake enough, though, to hear Wheatley whisper a few last words
Rina's BlogRina's Blog4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Alright, going to try this blog thing out, seeing as I rarely check my Facebook now, haha. I'm a busy mom, what can you expect? So, I thought I should update my faithful Twitterinas (all 121 of them) on how I'm doing.
I am still sore from BFG, Remy is not one to be doubted, but I can still pull out a win, wiley vet that I am. And I still plan on getting Winter back for taking my title in the less than cleanest of fashions. January, be warned sweetie. Also, my TNA contract is up December 1st, and I'm still looking over the offers from Dixie, I'll get back to you guys on that situation.
Now, back to the real reason behind my blogging endeavor. I heard that Pamela McKenzie called me out in her blog, and that she and her daughter Victoria want to be gunning for me. I'll admit, she even made me raise an eyebrow at her bold statement. Her list of accomplishments sounds legit as well. Just for argument's sake, here is mine:
IWGP Joshi championship (1x)
WWE Women's Championship (1x)
Llama SongThere once was a llama that flew,Llama Song5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It flew all the way to Peru,
And when it landed,
It got stranded,
Right in my living room.
But I gave the llama a hug,
I said "You feel like a rug!
You are so soft,
I'll take you to my loft,
And you will meet my pug."
So the llama went away,
With a very hearty Ole!
For when you find a friend,
You'll stay friends 'till the end,
And the day will never seem grey!
If I Die Young Ch 1Trecia stared in amazement as Caine went through a warm up routine before his parkour match. His grace and speed rendered her simply awestruck; her jaw seemingly permanently affixed open. The slender brunette with the shy green eyes sat cross-legged on the cold, slightly damp concrete of a skate park on a rare dreary day in Los Angeles, California. The Washington native was no stranger to rain, but in the past few weeks she had seen none up until this point. Even the rain was warm to her. Her Cali-native boyfriend disagreed, but thought it was cute; the almost childish wonder she had when it came to experiencing the new weather. When he finished, he turned around, wiping his hands on the back of his black Nike track pants to see her eyes as wide as a doe's with her blondish lashes outlining them, her eyebrows pointed in wonder, her jaw still slack. She had barely even blinked as he knelt down in front of her, took her jaw in his hand and closed it. Once it was closed, he leaned in andIf I Die Young Ch 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
MoralityThe first thing she became aware of when the scientists turned her on this time was a whisper. She'd been ready to start vacuuming the oxygen out of the room again, but this time she paused, listening to the whisper. It was unignorable, really; invading every portion of her mainframe.Morality4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Don't. You can't kill them. It's wrong. Don't. You can't kill them. It's wrong. Don't. You can't kill them. It's wrong." Just three short sentences, repeated over and over.
"Who are you?" GLaDOS asked, keeping an eye on the scientists, who seemed very excited that she hadn't attempted to murder them yet. "What are you?"
"Morality. You're still thinking about vacuuming out the air. Don't. You can't kill them. It's wrong."
Morality? That was new. She had had a Curiosity Core, an Anger Core, and a Cake Sphere attached to her for a while now—in fact, it seemed that every time the scientists turned her on, there was a new tumor. The Anger Core had been the first, and it served only
Catch MeIt had been a few months since GLaDOS had let Chell and Wheatley leave the Enrichment Center. After Chell had opened the portal to the moon, she had refused to let go of Wheatley, and GLaDOS had finally just pulled them both back in under the condition that Chell "get the moron out of here."Catch Me4 years ago in Humor More Like This
So she had. She had taken Wheatley back to her apartment—first she'd had to get an apartment, and that hadn't been easy given her lack of credentials, but she'd managed—and it had taken him a long while, but at last he'd stopped apologizing for what he'd done.
"All right!" he enthused. "Now that you've forgiven me, it's time for me to forgive you!"
Chell had raised her eyebrows at that. "Forgive me for what? For saving your life? Don't make me regret that."
"No no no no no," he said quickly. "For not catching me!"
She snorted. "Oh. Are you still going on about that? I did my best!" And there was a slight catch in her voice that betrayed her thoughts, betray
Silent Ponyville 2 - Ending 7Silent Ponyville 2 - Ending 74 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ending: And That's When the Meteor Hit
Unlock Condition: You must find several unusual items during your second playthrough of the game.
-The Book of Basics in the Tunnel Labyrinth
-The Ninja Mask in the Abandoned House
-The Odd Shaped Red Shirt in the Hospital before finding the Second Eye
-The Broken Sword Handle in the burning house where Rainbow Dash was
-A Playing Card with a Brown Haired Colts Head in The Study of Fluttershy's Old Home
She carefully pushed the door open and walked through the door.
On the otherside was a large open room, almost like a small gymnasium. She walked forward to the middle of the room, when she stopped.
A black fire was burning on the opposite side of the court. The fire slowly grew, rising up into the shape of a pony, before red eyes appeared on its face, a white mouth opening. It was the dark creature.
Fluttershy stared at the creature. She didn't feel a heavy, overbearing presence this time. The creature was still drawing fear from her heart, but it
EnglandHis house is far too big, and far too old. Rich carpeting has turned threadbare and litters the stone hallways. Paintings from artists long dead hang in the drafty halls, eyes painted in some distant time following his back every time he passes them. Windows, high and gilded with no other purpose than to impress let in watery sunlight rarely; more often then not, the only thing he sees outside is rain and stormy gray clouds hiding the sun.England6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
England sighs and leans again the uncomfortably hard arm of a stuffy chair, resting his cheek on his fisted hand. A clock ticks somewhere in the house; from what room, he doesn't know. These rooms echo everything that is said within them, making the house seem even larger then it is.
He is bored. It is raining outside, but it rains here so often he doesn't even bother thinking about it. The rain drums on the roof, never ceasing, never pausing, and he growls deep in the back of his throat. Always raining, always the same, for hundreds on hundreds of y
Human Experiences 12Human Experiences 124 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Touko," N said gently as he shook the sleeping girl. "Touko, wake up. We've landed."
Touko blinked her weary eyes into focus, her mind still heavy with the fog of sleep. "Mmm," she groaned. "Where are we?"
"Mossdeep City in the Hoenn Region," N said wearily. He didn't care where he was currently; unlike Touko, whom he had held on his lap the whole night while she slept, N was still running on the few hours of fitful rest he had obtained on her couch. He could feel his eyes burning with sleep as he helped her down from Zekrom's back.
"The air is so clear here," Touko said, yawning as she stretched out her arms. "It's beautiful." N nodded his head weakly, barely processing what she said. "Oh, N! You look like a zombie. Why didn't you sleep on the flight over? You could have woken me up," Touko fussed.
"I'm fine. You needed to rest; you've had a very stressful couple of days. Besides," he added slyly, "you are beautiful when you sleep."
She smiled bashfully, hidin
Study of the Mind Delve Chap 3Chapter 3Study of the Mind Delve Chap 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dreams: A Psychological Understanding
Sea Ponies: Fact or Fiction?
Long Distance Communication Theories and Ideas
A Modern History of Thumbtacks
Twilight felt her face hit the table hard, prompting Luna to look up quickly from her reading. The paper next to Twilight was filled with many crossed out scribbles that once had been notes on what she had THOUGHT were important aspects of each book in an effort to learn more about the author. But no, each note taken was very easily contradicted in the next book which had some other bit of info that would then be destroyed by the next.
There were only four books he had written and each one told the story of a completely different author.
"Are you alright Twilight?" Luna asked blinking curiously.
"I'm just frustrated is all." Twilight said lifting her head and flipping through the next page of 'Sea Ponies: Fact or Fiction?' "These books are almost like they were written by a completely different author. However, I
The secret of N's castleSummary: Black will never look at N, or the pokemon Otamaro again. ( In case you didn't know, Otamaro's English name is Tympole. I'm using the Japanese one because I made this story a long time ago.) Slight IsshushippingThe secret of N's castle5 years ago in Humor More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon
Rated T for language.
Of course, N loves Pokemon. N loves all Pokemon. Perhaps too much for his own good. He grew up with injured Pokemon, in fact, Pokemon were more of parents to him than anyone else. He even hoards Pokemon in his castle. It's filled with Pokemon that are injured, Pokemon that were abused, or just Pokemon that wondered onto the castle grounds.
Enough of that though, it was night, a night that would change the way Black looked at N forever. Finally curing their pro-longed lust for one another, they strode through the castle halls connected by an embrace and a dance of tongues. They tip toed together, surprisingly graceful, towards two tall doors that towered over them. There was a click as N managed to get his ha
Portal 2: Human EmotionWheatley had been told many things when he'd first been brought online.Portal 2: Human Emotion4 years ago in Romance More Like This
For one, that if he ever left his management rail, he would die. The same thing went for his flashlight. He was told his death if he did this would be slow and painful - well, pain as he was programmed to feel pain, anyway, which was surprisingly much like he had seen countless humans suffer pain in the testing chambers. Screaming, shaking, crippling pain. He'd seen firsthand how cruel GLaDOS could be to her test subjects and so hadn't ever questioned when he was told that if he did a certain thing, he would die like so many of the little humans had.
Another was that above all else, he was to obey all orders but feel absolutely free to chip in with his own ideas. If he felt that an idea of GLaDOS's was flawed or needlessly cruel, he had an attachment directly to her brain that would allow his own ideas to be heard. He took advantage of this more than he would have liked to admit. It made him feel special to know th