Eden : FireEden : Fire4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
89 : Fire
Fingers wrapped with well worn leather grasp onto a chunk of flame red hair, yanking back desperately in a feeble attempt to stop the momentum that's rapidly carrying his companion within reach of sharp metal-like claws aimed for the tenderness of an exposed throat.
Too late the Trader realizes his folly when a second set of claws streamlines back, a shriek of pain torn from his lips as hot crimson liquid boils to the surface when the Hunter rakes down -his skin and tissue shredded as if his wrist were made of simple parchment, forcing the man to release his grip in an instant. Without pause his would-be captive spins again, red rimmed silver eyes reflecting little beyond acute rage and determination as he lunges for the Trader's companion once more, felling him so quickly that he's given no time to even scream as he crumples onto the rough ground below.
Surrounded by four others in the campaign, another Hunter lies already subdued the same creature t
Grim's Twisted Metal StoryGrims Twisted Metal P.O.V. By Deathwish Detour.Grim's Twisted Metal Story6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In here, one could lose track of time. Hours turned into days. Days into years20 years to be exact. The Asylum. Its worst than Hell but it was safe. If I was to spend eternity in here, I would. I have not much of a choice now. Ive been banished from The Underworld and I sure as Hell dont want to stay on Earth. As I thought about it, it wasnt my fault for me being put in here. It was the fault of those rotten little brats Billy and Mandy. Well, I guess theyre not so little any more. In here I was at least safe from them but that wasnt the only reason why I was happy to be here. I knew when the time was right; my Key to freedom will arrive.
I knew Calypso for years. Every year, he would hold a contest. A contest where the grand prize was anything the winner asks for. And as for the losers, I would be glad to claim their souls. This year was different. I would ente
Twisted MetalDriver: #309281Twisted Metal7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Bedlam: Bedlam is a fairly large ambulance, stolen from the local asylum by a deranged lunatic. Ozone believes the Earth and all of its inhabitants are out to get him. If he wins, he will wish for the deaths of billions. Thats right: Everyone on the face of the earth will fall victim to his wrath; only if he wins, that is.
Armor: 0 0
Speed: 0 0 0 0
Handling: 0 0
Special: 0 0 0 0
Special: Ozones opponent will feel a strong shock of electricity when he activates two massive defibrillators that will send voltage across the turf.
License Plate: ESCPRT15T
Driver: Vladimir Dragunov
Defender: The Defender is a massive Rhino Tank made in Russia. The paratrooper who stole it was driven mad by hours upon hours of extensive training and abuse. Now, he wishes for revenge on all who drove him insane. His tank is the strongest car on the field.
Armor: 0 0 0 0 0
Special: 0 0 0 0 0
Special: Being rammed by a tank sucks, but aft
EASA - Chapter 2: Old Friends, Old EnemiesEASA - Chapter 2: Old Friends, Old Enemies3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Twilight's heart was racing as she walked through a masterfully decorated white hallway of the Canterlot palace. The others were struggling to keep up without running, Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy had given up on walking altogether and flew alongside them instead.
Rarity was eying all the fine décor as she walked.
Applejack trotted up alongside Twilight.
"Twilight, why won't you just calm down already?" she asked.
Pinkie Pie was bouncing alongside them, oblivious of Twilight's anxiety.
"Ugh. Why is nobody listening to me!? I've just been writing all these letters back and forth about us getting together again and psychology and big things in history and then suddenly we're all called to Canterlot, told that we'll be moving I don't know what's going to happen but it's not going to be good!"
"Well it can't be too bad." Applejack said.
Rainbow Dash leaned in.
"Yeah! This is just like that time you got all worked up over sending in your letter to princess Celestia
A Twisted Metal StoryThe peace and tranquility of a Holland night are about to be interrupted. The Twisted Metal Contest is in town. Only the full moon and the headlights of the competitors light the night.A Twisted Metal Story8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It is silent. The green rolling hills and brush dot the landscape. Then the thunderous sound of a diesel engine echoes through the land. Thick, black smoke gradually covers the moon as Mr. Slamm enters the field. The yellow front-end loader just took out 2 other combatants. Inside, Simon Whittlebone slows the loader to a stop, and then gets out to inspect the damage from the previous battles. The dual front buckets, one on the top and one on the bottom, are both lined with razor sharp steel teeth on the inner edges; The Jaws of Death is their moniker. The hydraulic pumps that move the buckets and the arms attached are fine. Whittlebone runs his finger along the edge of one of the steel teeth. His finger is instantly red from blood. Simon quickly loads the machine guns right in front of the d
Ai-Ya's ReflectionAi-Ya's Reflection5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ai-Ya was by the lake with Fifi, Cosmo, Francine Paddington, Marina Koizumi and Mirabella, Ai-Ya was feeling lonely, imferior and worried that nobody loves a childish robot like herself. Fifi, Cosmo, Francine, Marina and Mirabella all felt very sorry for her. Mirabella suggests Ai-Ya she should sing a song about it, Ai-Ya nods slowly as the other girls got their instuments. Fifi begins to play her golden harp, Cosmo begins to play her flute, Francine Paddington begins to play with her violin, Marina Koizumi begins to play her cello and Mirabella begins to play her piano while Ai-Ya begins to sing "Reflection" from Mulan while she sheds a single tear...
Ai-Ya: Look at me
I will never pass for a perfect bride
Or a perfect daughter
Can it be
I'm not meant to play this part?
Now I see
That if I were truly to be myself
I would break my fam'ly's heart
Who is that girl I see
Back at me?
Why is my reflection someone
I don't know?
Somehow I cannot hide
Who I am
Though I've t
Seventeen CandlesSeventeen Candles3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Seventeen candles mark the day
Nine months since you've gone away
Quickly you came and quickly you went
All your days have been spent
There are no more tears and sad goodbyes
Only truths and fading lies
One stands out among the rest
One that surely is the best
We will miss you, this is true
For you, are the sparrow, the one who flew
Character Design TutorialGENERAL ISSUES ABOUT CHARACTER DESIGNCharacter Design Tutorial5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
[New section!] Over-mirroring aka sticking too much in patterns of the original series!
INTRODUCTION: DESIGN OF CHARACTER'S LOOKS: WHAT IS ITS ROLE IN THE WHOLE CHARACTER DESIGN?
At first: No costume can save a badly made character. Your Average Joe/Jane character won't become any more interesting even if you make him/her to wear turquoise hair and odd-colored neon-color eyes. What makes character interesting is his/her INNER SIDE: his/her personality, history, skills, behavior pattern, odd traits, running gags, simply WHAT (S)HE IS. A rye bread doesn't become into a cream cake even if you put on it whipped cream and strawberries.
However, a good design may help the reader/viewer to notice, tell apart and remember the character more easily. That's why all Naruto characters are not sporting black hair and wearing those green tactical vests: if all character seemed almost similar, it would be pain for the reader to tell who of th
Meteor Shower Rome X ReaderMeteor Shower Rome X Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Tonight was the night of the yearly meteor shower. It happened every year on the same day, around the same time. That being said you couldn't remember the last time you'd actually watched one. You used to watch it faithfully, but somehow, you'd just let the tradition slip. This year's would have passed by without a second thought just like all the others, had Rome not asked you to watch it with him. The two of you sat snuggled up on the cold rooftop of your home waiting for the first meteors to light up the night sky.
"We should have brought more blankets huh? Maybe some hot coco too. It's cold out here." Rome brought you closer to him, sharing his body heat with you. "Those meteors are late too, they should be ashamed, making a pretty lady like you wait up here on a freezing roof." He let out a snort. "I should just go up there and bring them down for you. But of course, then you couldn't watch them fall." He grinned, giving you a tight squeeze
Twisted Metal: Chp. 1ZS99: ZS99Twisted Metal: Chp. 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
One night, there were 4 girls who wanted a pleasurable treat. Therefore, they stole a car to go get some. Not that perverts ice cream! It was a quiet night and no cars were on the road. Therefore, the girls were blasting the stereo and like all teens instead of turning it down, they just yelled over it. They were talking about the usual, world domination and perverted shit just waiting for the light to change.
Zs99: So that is how we shall achieve world domination. Now we just have to divide the territory.
Pyro: I want Canada and Antarctica.
Maddy: I would like to have America and Mexico.
Icy: I shall have China, Japan, and Australia.
Zs99 reaches over and turns off the stereo. Everybody turns and looks at her as if she was a bunny-rat from the planet krypton. The girls give Zs99 their full attention hoping she would turn the stereo back on quicker if they hear her out.
Zs99: You will get what I tell you and lik
How To 'Flesh Out' an OCHow To 'Flesh Out' an OC4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The aggregate of features and traits that form the
individual nature of some person or thing.
In this tutorial I will guide you through a way to 'flesh out' an Original Character (Also known as an OC). Before we begin, let's go through the basics.
A character is quite simply one who possesses qualities that define them from someone else. Every character is original and unique. A character can not only be human, but an animal, an alien, or anything that the imagination can come up with.
However, characters are often difficult to create, because to put it bluntly, you are in a sense creating a new being. This being needs the same kinds of traits and characteristics you possess, but can't be your own. They have to be original. In this case, many young writers and artists forget how hard it is to make a character and forget the complex details that enhance a character.
Fleshing out is a term used commonly in developing characters. It means to add additional det
'The Fall''The Fall'4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We are falling from the top of a thousand storey building.
The girl to my left dreams of flying.
The guy in front can only feel the wind in his face.
I mostly contemplate the concrete below.
We get distracted by the occasional passage of birds.
On the horizon clouds gather in marvelous shapes. I smile and tell them about it. They look and smile back at me.
Abruptly the horizon disappears.
The concrete is soft and welcomes us.
And nature celebrates our Fall.
JBAM, Chapter IJustice By Any Means, Part One: The Malek Prime IncidentJBAM, Chapter I6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Chapter One: The Interrupted Anniversary
Fort Karnak Apartments, Karnak
21 June, 1017 Galactic Standard Date
Major Drake "Icepick" Williams, United Galactic Fighter Corps, smiled across the dining room table at Maria, his wife of two years, then began to appraise the body he knew as well as his own. At only 160 centimeters of height, and weighing a mere 59 kilos, she was dwarfed by his 190-centimeter, 91 kilogram frame. Her slightly too-wide lips, angular face, and mismatched green and brown eyes made her a bit too odd-looking for classical beauty.
Drake, however, had learned long ago that beauty is only skin deep, and Maria's lively, tomboyish personality and bright-as-a-star smile easily made up for her physical faults. There was no one in the galaxies he loved and depended on more than Staff Sergeant Maria Jane Tomlinson-Williams, also of the Figh
JBAM, Chapter IIChapter Two: Catastrophe in SpaceJBAM, Chapter II6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Approx. 5,000 Kilometers from Malek III
Drake locked his strike foil wings into attack position as the squadron dropped out of hyperspace inside the militia cordon. Though the Black Knight was extremely stealthy, coming out of hyperspace so close to the pirates was guaranteed to get them noticed, so he went straight to active sensors. "Cruncher, can you get a config ID on those two frigates?"
"Need the usual info, or something special?" Cruncher got her callsign from "number-cruncher," referring to her skill with databases and math.
"Hold on. Got it. Pantolomin Shipwrights d'Gafra-class escort frigates. Stock loadout is ten heavy turbolaser turrets and twenty point-defense lasers."
"No missiles?" Tango Ten, 2nd Lt. Clong "Crow" Corvi asked.
"Not on the stock model, no."
Dancer opened a broadcast channel to the pirate vessels.
Self-defense against fruit(the location is in the triad headquarters .four triad members are undergoing hand to hand combat trainingSelf-defense against fruit7 years ago in Humor More Like This
under the watchful eye of a triad combat instructor)
Triad combat instructor:
Good evening recruits!
Evening sir ..
Triad combat instructor:
Wheres all the others recruits triadenforcer tasked me with?......
Triad combat instructor:
I can see that whats the matter with them?
Perhaps they got flu ..
Triad combat instructor:
Flu?.....flu?......they have eaten to much fresh fruit .right!........now .self-defense .tonight as we carry on from where I taught you from last week where I was showing you how to defend yourself against anyone who attacks you armed with a piece of fresh fruit.
(the triad members sigh and groan)
You promised you would not do fresh fruit this week ..
JBAM, Chapter XIIIChapter Thirteen: Fire in the SkiesJBAM, Chapter XIII5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Drake was now in command of the eight surviving Tangos, a job which was not enjoyable in any way. He had reorganized the squadron slightly, taking the wingman-less Pax as his wing. Now they were in the thick of a major firefight, trying to hold off a determined Royalist attack alongside the surviving militia Dynacrosses while keeping an eye out for space-to-surface missiles. To make matters worse, the orbiting capital ships were blasting away at anything that moved, not even bothering to check their targets.
Drake dropped in behind a Shinobi and fired, but only grazed it. The enemy fighter lit its afterburners and shot away from him; Drake spat a few half-hearted potshots at it, then veered left.
"Control to Tango Lead, come in please."
"Tango Lead here," Drake acknowledged.
"We're reading a group of dropships in the southeast. Get after them.