Hello folks, and now, I bring you a rant that has ABSO-POSI-LUTELY NOTHING to do with Ultimate Marvel Vs. Capcom 3. Thank god, cause if I have to make another "rant" regarding that game, I think I'd have to start a zombie apocalypse with some 245 - Trioxin. Instead, this rant is going to be on the subject of a game that has been the subject of tons of controversy.
If your a fan of Capcom, you'll probably be familiar with the famous hack-n'-slash franchise known as Devil May Cry. Well, in September 2010, Capcom officially announced that there would be a new Devil May Cry installment in the series. It would be an origin story that established how Dante, the main protagonist of the series, came to grips with his half-demon half-human heritage, and Capcom would outsource the game to Ninja Theory, a company known for only 2 major titles: Heavenly Sword and Enslaved.
With the announcement came a few screenshots and a trailer of the game. In the 4 Devil May Cry titles before this, Dante had s
AC-Prototype: RooftopAC-Prototype: Rooftop4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Wafts of smoke lifted from the glowing end of Desmond Miles' cigarette.
He stared at the floating tendrils, content to watch them drift up to the starry sky above.
Desmond sighed, curling forward to wrap his arms around his raised knees. He stared down at the bright city below him from the rooftops, frowning in thought.
The man looked tired, worn out. His eyes had small, dark bags underneath them. Small lines appeared around his mouth, mostly from his constant frowning. He inhaled on the small cancer stick, breathing out a cloud of white smoke. He had picked up smoking ever since...
He closed his eyes, looking as if he was in pain.
He could still see her face, see the shock and pain in her eyes. He was frozen, feeling the body-heat of her midsection as his blade had run her through, feeling the cold pulse of the golden artifact in his palm. They had both collapsed to the cold floor, him still staring in her eyes. He crawled toward her desperately, holding her face in his hands, ignorin
Resident Evil Blood Chapter 14Resident Evil Blood Chapter 144 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Yoh! Disclaimer: I don't own nothing'. Except the flu that currently resides inside my mucus membranes. Yum. Resident Evil and it's many AWESOME characters are all property of Capcom and I am simply borrowing them to keep my fever induced delirium happy and content until further notice.
Resident Evil Blood
Chapter 14 Contradiction
Unknown Location Five years after Raccoon City.
Wesker stood several feet away from a pile of bloodied and destroyed flesh. No, not destroyed. Not anymore.
Chris, for all intents and purposes, was whole once more. His body, although still painted red from his own spilt blood, was smooth once again. Where the blood had dried and peeled away, there, revealed, like cracks in an egg shell, was the unmarred peach of the brunette's delicate sun kissed skin.
How?! This is impossible!!!
And as if to accentuate the accuracy of what he was witnessing, a low moan
Echoes - Resident EvilPiers had no regrets as he watched Chris punch and pound at the glass separating them. He had a single goal when he injected himself and that was to get Chris out alive. Chris was the real hero in all this, after all. He had been fighting for much longer than Piers and Chris deserved to see his own true potential. Piers may have been good but Chris Redfield was irreplaceable as Captain and Piers knew that.Echoes - Resident Evil2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The B.S.A.A needed Chris. Hell, the world needed Chris and Piers would be damned if he didn't get him out alive. One of them had to survive and Piers was long lost from the moment that needle pierced his skin, even if Chris didn't see itóbut Chris was too much of a hero to see it.
Chris Redfield never gave up. He was optimistic, borderline in denial, but it was enough to keep Piers fighting for his life just to get Chris to safety. All he needed to do was get him into that little pod and everything would be okay, that is all that mattered.
"Piers! No, don't do this!"
Oh but he had to
Animus Angel 2"I have to go back, I didn't get the chance to be with him and keep him safe. He's gonna need all the help he can get. Please send he back!"Animus Angel 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Federico was surprised by the request, he didn't expect it after all the damage Clay had taken; damage that would take a long time to heal.
"Are you sure? We can't send you back with a body now. You'd be a spirit more than anything; there is no guarantee that Desmond would be able to see you."
Clay was adamant, he would be with Desmond, and he would get his chance with him. He didn't care if he had a physical form or not, with all the exposure he had had with TWCB, with his knowledge now he could probably do something with the APPLE. Federico saw his determination and mischievous streak showing brightly and conceded to letting him back.
"Alright, but be careful and for the love of God don't tell anyone about what you are, alright?"
Clay practically burst with joy at that, he hugged Federico as hard as possible before flinging himself out of the br
Ass-Creed: Off Day"Shaun?"Ass-Creed: Off Day5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Turning from his computer, Shaun blinked at Lucy. She looked worried.
"What's wrong?" He asked, rubbing at his eyes. He'd been working for almost a week straight, and couldn't work out why Lucy was standing before him.
"...Desmond doesn't want to go into the Animus." Lucy rubbed at her chin before crossing her arms. "We were wondering if you could talk to him...Find out what's wrong?"
Rubbing at his forehead, Shaun frowned and stalked into his abandoned room. Desmond wasn't in the room. Striding to the bathroom, he peered inside, frowning.
"Go 'way Shaun."
Turning around, Shaun saw two feet sticking out from next to the bed. He walked across, and squatted down next to Desmond. "What's wrong?" He asked. Desmond didn't move.
"Desmond..." Shaun lay down behind Desmond, propping his hand underneath his head. "What is it? Come on, we've got work to do."
"I don't want to." Desmond curled up tighter, his knees drawn up to his chest.
"What's wrong?" Shaun mumbled, his hand
KalahiraMass EffectKalahira3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Guided Meditation -
Shepard and Thane
The captain's quarters are far off from the engineering deck, but I can still hear the hum of the engines if I shut the music off and listen to the quiet. Most nights, it's enough to get me to sleep.
I'll lay back and watch the stars crawl by through the skylight, or watch the fish flit around in their tanks. Slowly, it becomes harder and harder to keep my eyes open. I'll roll over so the glow of the fish tank doesn't penetrate the darkness behind my closed eyes as I drift off to sleep.
The darkness is overwhelming. If I squint really, really hard I can just barely make out the pinpricks of distant stars. But it's so hard to keep my eyes open. I'm cold. Freezing cold, so cold I feel like my bones will implode and my skin will tear as it shrivels and tightens and I open my mouth to scream.
I can't. I open my mouth, try to
AC: BirthdaySitting at his desk with a groan, Shaun glanced over at the calendar that he scribbled important dates on, and blinked. It said "Desmond."AC: Birthday3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His fingers hovered over his keyboard for a moment, before he checked his watch, and reached out to slowly peel the slip of paper from the calendar, studying his own handwriting. He'd completely forgotten.
Desmond's birthday was yesterday. He'd forgotten his boyfriend's birthday.
"What's wrong, bossman?" Alex Mercer sat down at his own desk, straightning his tie. "You look upset."
Shaun crumpled the paper up, tossing it into his trashcan. "You'll just mock me, and I don't think I can deal with that right now." He looked up. "Where's Desmond?"
"Probably still at home. He booked the weekend off, remember?" Alex frowned. "Shaun, are you sure you're okay?"
"...No." Shaun sighed. "Can you handle the office for a day?" He scooped his jacket up. "M-maybe two days?"
Alex shooed him away, grinning. "Go ahead. I already know why you're going."
The Overdue Reprisal Part OneThe Overdue Reprisal Part One.The Overdue Reprisal Part One3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He hasn't returned.
That single thought continues to whirl through Fiora's mind as she lies alone in her bed. Alone in a large, cold bed, in a room that almost appears huge due to the fact that she's the only person in it. The large space almost seems to mock her and the silence only seems like it's trying to convince her that her worst fear might have become a reality.
That little fact is enough to unnerve her and she turns underneath the sheets again to get more comfortable, a futile action that only gets her even more restless. A soft curse leaves her mouth as she finally decides to give up her attempts to sleep and sits up, confronting her own consistent loneliness head on. She almost glares into the dark corners of her quarters in defiance, only to realize just how foolish it is to feel resentment towards an inanimate object.
The Courtesan groans as she leans back against her pillow, looking across the chamber. A few candles are lit on a nearb
SunriseSunrise.Sunrise3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Welcome, Colonel, to Copake.
Welcome, Colonel, to this wasteland devoid of life.
How do you like it to be here? How do your men like it? How does it feel to be in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but silence? How does it feel to see the crows circling the sky high above you, attracted to the lingering stench of death?
This land was not always like this, you know. Not always so desolate and morose. Once upon a time, this was a place of life. A place of peace and harmony. A place of the banter of men and women and the laughter of children. It was a rough, hostile land, but it was ours.
You see, the place you stand on was sacred ground to my mother's people. A place where would go to worship the spirits and ask them for advice. This ground was the very heart of our culture. A culture that now breaks at your hands.
"The white man's burden", you call it. Is that your justification for taking our lands? For claiming superiority over us and wiping out our customs?
AC: MugDesmond groaned to himself as he reached into the cupboard, selecting a cup as he waited for the kettle to boil. Trying to locate the correct path through the canals to the Thieves' Hideout had left him desynchronising more than ever, before Lucy had called it a day.AC: Mug3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A loud click cut through his thoughts, and Desmond lazily dumped a teaspoon of coffee and two sugars along with it, pouring the boiled water into the cup before sitting down, his hands clenching around the cup. He inhaled happily, his head hanging over the darkened fumes.
The cupboard slammed behind him, and Desmond barely turned to see Shaun bustling around him. Shaun brushed past, and opened a few more cupboards in confusion, before storming away, before Lucy strode into the room, opening a cupboard. "Huh."
"Y'know, Shaun did that too. There some kind of wierd virus going around?" He pointed out. Lucy's nails drummed on the cupboard, and she frowned.
"Have you seen a cup with a Union Jack on it?" She asked. "It's Shaun's
AC: WeddingShivering slightly in the old chapel in Monteriggioni, Desmond offered an apologetic grin to the man stood next to the altar, who grinned back, and glanced up as Lucy strode through the doorway.AC: Wedding3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She let her head bow, and glanced slyly at Shaun, who was blushing in the faint candlelight. He made his way slowly towards the altar as the slightly tinny sound of the wedding march played in the derelict church.
Shaun and Lucy paused next to Desmond and Becca, Lucy fighting down the urge to smirk as Becca hit stop on her mp3 player. Shaun straightened up, rearranging the flowers he held properly.
"Ready?" Their makeshift minister asked, and Shaun nodded firmly, his face set, as Desmond broke into a wide grin, bouncing on his heels slightly.
"Dearly beloved, we're gathered here today to witness the joining of these two persons in holy matrimony. If anyone here knows of any reason that these two should not be wed, speak now, or forever hold your peace."
A moment of silence filled the air, befor
Ask Ezio Issue 14: Lady FanDecember 18th, 1515Ask Ezio Issue 14: Lady Fan3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
I must first say what an honour this is. I'm not sure if you realise this, but your name is as much a legend as the great Altair's, in western circles, at least.
And after all I've been hearing of your reputation and seen of you, I found a rather disturbing amount with a simple rifle through the local library, (you have at least a dozen stalkers on each street corner, I'm sure) I have to wonder, do women still throw themselves at you, like so many here seem eager to do, despite you being a married man?"
Do women still throw themselves at me
Well, as you mentioned I am indeed happily married; although I believe I cut the handsome father look quite well. While I am certain I could have any of the girls from the surrounding villages if I wanted them, I doubt their idea of a fun evening begins with a fifty-six year old grape harvester (Signora Editor tells me that this symbol represents a person laughing. I have seen it
of sensation and other thingsClay touches him, one day (or is it really a day, or more, or less? Time passes so strangely in this place). It's not a sensual touch- it's more curious, inspecting, a gentle brush of fingers along the side of Desmond's face.of sensation and other things3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Desmond jumps, of course, because this is out of nowhere and dammit, Clay, when will you stop doing that, that sneaking up on me. He's considering stepping out of the other's reach and telling him to quit it, but when he brings his hazel eyes to the taller's face, he can't bring himself to do it. It's because of the childish sort of awe, there, glimmering in his eyes and the explanation for it meets Desmond's ears once Clay realizes he's looking.
"I haven't felt anything real, in the longest time," he says, and suddenly Desmond gets it, all the occasional touches (pats on his shoulders, hands resting lightly in the small of his back). It's so profoundly sad that he can't help but mumble, "that's alright, go ahead," as if it's the most normal thing in the world to
Mini SkirtDesmond groaned at what Alex was holding in his hands. "No, I'm not wearing it, nope, no."Mini Skirt4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Alex raised an eyebrow and held the denim skirt up to his face. "You lost the bet, your wearing it, sweetie."
Desmond turned around and flicked the skirt away. "No. I'm not wearing it. I don't care if I lost I'm not wearing it!" he said half laughing.
Alex smirked and grabbed Desmond's waist and unbuttoned his kakis. Desmond struggled and laughed. "Alex, get off me!" he yelled.
Alex smirked and kissed Desmond's ear and pulled him up while holding the skirt in one hand. "Noo, I said I'm not wearing it! I told you I was drunk when I bet you!"
"Even better," he said struggling to slide him into the skirt.
Desmond blushed but was still laughing. He let his arms fall and was giggling. Alex pecked his cheek while buttoning the rhinestone button.
"No, were going on a date, that was the deal. You wear the skirt and go on a date with me."
Desmond sat crossed legged on their couch. "Fine. Let's eat here th
Ass-Creed: All night longLucy didn't get annoyed very often, but Desmond was doing the job pretty well at the moment.Ass-Creed: All night long5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He'd rose slowly from the Animus and started speaking in Italian, to both Lucy and Becca. The subtle, suave grin plastered across his face was a giveaway of exactly what he was saying.
Shaun smirked, having turned to watch the trainee assassin slink his way around the room. Lucy shot him a glare.
"What is he saying, Shaun?" She snapped, aware that the Englishman had been learning Italian for a while. Shrugging, Shaun grinned, and raised his tea.
"Just relax, he thinks you're his courtesan friends." The Historian sipped at his tea, his smile wide. "He's just asking for your...services."
Suddenly turning, Desmond's eyes focused on the Englishman, who set his tea down, arms crossing. "Nothing funny, Desmond."
Looking surprised, Desmond weaved his way across the room towards the Englishman, who raised an eyebrow in suspicion.
"Ah, Leonardo. Una sorpresa piacevole per trovar La qui. Ma io spero che
AC: Hundred Percent FailureSitting down next to the van, Shaun sighed and pulled at the tab on his cola, groaning when it snapped off.AC: Hundred Percent Failure3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The tip of the hidden blade sliced into the top of of the can, and Shaun glanced up at Desmond, who sat down next to him with a groan. Shaun sipped at his cola, and let his head tilt back.
"Well, if that's not an embarrassing enough way to lose an Assassin, I don't know what is." Desmond sighed. Shaun blinked, and turned to observe him. "What happened?"
"Well...you know I can send them on the missions across Europe and Asia?" Shaun nodded, and Desmond laughed. "Well, one of my trainees, Sayed, was sent to Athens to steal some clothes."
"Yep. Thought he'd do fine."
"What was the success rate?" Shaun asked, raising his coke can.
Shaun choked. "And he..."
"Died. Yeah." Desmond took the can from Shaun, and took a deep swig. "Still not so sure how, but..."
Shaun retrived his can. "Wait a minute. You sent one of your assa
Desmond's SmileDesmond Miles made it a habit to work with a smile.Desmond's Smile3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Partially because the bossman said so, and partially because he though if he just kept smiling maybe it'd become real. It did however, have it's perks. Girls digged the brooding, mysterious silent bartender, but they loved the wise-ass, smart-ass bartender with the crooked smile. Only problem that really came with smiling was that it made his scar more obvious, a scar he obtained in his past, a past he left behind. However many glances he got, only one woman had ever actually brought it up.
"Hey handsome." She had said. She was a pale woman with beautiful blue eyes and long blonde hair that rested peacefully over her giant breasts, like two peaceful mountains that hung enormous. "You're too cute to be looking all pissy over there. Why don't you make me your special and put a smile on that face."
"Thanks, I guess." Desmond murmured. "Not every day a beautiful woman insults me and flirts with me." Desmond flashed his million dollar smil