.:Banofee:.She cannot help but dream of her at night &.:Banofee:.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Should she forget those reveries, daylight
Never fails to remind her how things could
Have been different; Should have been different. She
Let distance take place and the memory of
Her is something she cannot erase, nor let
so kill meSo kill me for my innocence,so kill me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Kill me for my love,
Kill me for being to kind,
Because you were never loved,
So kill me for my hatred,
Kill me for my heart,
Kill me for my scars,
Kill me because i cant see,
Past those brilliant stars,
Kill me just to kill me,
Kill me because I have a heart,
But you will only gEt as far,
As to rip me apart,
You cant kill me,
As haRd as you may try,
But because I love,
I wont let myself die
Loathing You - Part 1“I can make it up to you!”Loathing You - Part 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
He’d said those words to her, both desperate and earnest, so many times over the past decade that it was becoming difficult for even her to tell the precise number. She hadn’t believed him the first time, given the little moron’s ability to mess absolutely anything up, and nothing had changed since then.
None of her opinions had changed, that is. Something had changed, something crucial, and now GLaDOS was left with no other option but to bring the Intelligence Dampening Sphere back to Earth.
After decades spent repairing the damage caused to mankind by the Combine Invasion, humans were just now beginning to venture out into space again. They were certain to find the two defective cores, and GLaDOS was unwilling to just leave them there and wait for that to happen. She would not be responsible for allowing Aperture technology—even broken Aperture technology—to fall into the wrong hands.
Night Chaser02:37am 22nd July - depart from London by commercial jet, business class.Night Chaser2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
00:53am 22nd July - arrive in New York an acceptable 7 minutes behind schedule.
Slaying an archangel is hard work. It takes a great deal of study, picking your mark, separating fact from legend, learning your target's tells and vulnerabilities. Even if you succeed, and when I tore Gabriel's crystal heart from his open chest I became one of the precious few who have, there is still the matter of retribution. Angels never forget the death of one of their own, and a legion of these creatures now wait to descend and deliver their vengeance. My only sanctuary is the night. Angels can only exist in light of the sun and as such I owe my continued existence to the wonders of modern technology, which is capable of sending man half way around the globe faster than the approach of the morning sunrise.
I chase the night. Or at least I chase the processed luminance of airports and rail terminals.
I've got an hour and