Lucario Sheldon Aura Ch1Lucario Sheldon Aura Ch13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I've seen and experienced more horror than my friends, family, even my own master. I was a riolu when I had my first emotional scar. But I'll start out with the day I was born, I assume that some of you know how most Pokemon are born, some are born the same as humans, but others are born from eggs. I was one of those Pokemon that was born from an egg. My mother and father were the only ones that were there the day I was born, I was a wild Pokemon when I was born. My mother placed me in the center of Entera Forest for my birth place. The second I hatched, a bright ray of an angelic sun light shone through. My mother and father were both astonished, soon after I was born, my father prepared for the war.
My mother and I bonded very quickly and took me everywhere she went. She was the only friend I've ever known in my young life. But soon, hunters came to take me, but my mother put me in hiding, I couldn't even bare to look, so I just ran as far as I could. I stopped for a while to
TDF WeaponsTDF Weapons3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
TDF weapons database
Main Turret Artillery
Tachyon Artillery: Tachyons are slowed down below light speed by a gravitation trap with rotating polarization (changing direction), that is the reason why the tachyon gun is U- shaped, and fires two pulses per shot. The tachyons want to get back over light speed, and accelerate after leaving the gun, when they hit matter they lose their strange energy and transform the matter into antimatter, and break through the lightbarrier. The destructive effect is because of this caused by the antimatter, so the usage of tachyon guns in atmosphere is limited to zero, also in space the range is limited due to the exhaust of ships engines and interstellar gas, this causes the red color of the pulses.
Effective range: mostly used in mid distance combat (100 000km), maximal effective shot was one Ls (lightsecond = 300 000km), but had limited effectivity, due to the high loss of tachyons
muzzlespeed = 0.5 c up to0.75 c
mostly used in destructiv
Coming of Dragons, P1: A Life-Changing Weekend-FriComing of Dragons, Part 1: A Life-Changing WeekendComing of Dragons, P1: A Life-Changing Weekend-Fri4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I couldn't believe it! Both of my parents were gone for the weekend, leaving me home alone for three and a half days! They had received tickets to a special adults-only event in Chicago, so I had to stay behind. Everything had been included, even payment for the bags on the plane trip, so there was no reason for them not to go. Still, it did seem a little fishy, but I shrugged it off.
OK, I think it's time for some lunch. As I walked over to the fridge to see what there was, I heard a strange sound from the behind me. Turning around, I looked for the source of the sound-but to no avail. I did, however, catch a glimpse of what appeared to be a blue-scaled tail with a mane of creamy fur, along with a tuft of fur of the same color at the tip. I must be seeing things
After I ate my lunch (which did taste kinda funny), I walked over to the computer room and sat down at my laptop for another lllllooooo
The Awakening Ch.1 - Turning TidesThe cavern reverberated with the ominous clamor of lonely water drops. In the darkness, all was dead and silent. The ancient air that infested the earthen den hung stale and stagnant, untouched and lost for an age untold with only the rank stench of decaying years to fill a hollow existence. What lonely life that thrived in the forgotten stone world either crawled, slinked, or swam lethargically and blindly to its respective, repetitive course.The Awakening Ch.1 - Turning Tides4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
No light illuminated the earthen walls; all was pitch as the darkest veil of night. Yet such deprivation held no sway to the cavern's denizens; for to the light, they all were blind. Feeling and sensing the world around them, they skittered, slithered, crawled and wadded through the darkness, each the master of their dark world.
In silent predatory anticipation, a young serpent lay coiled at a stalagmite's base, eagerly awaiting an unfortunate and unwary soul to venture within his range and fall prey to his deadly strike. Though young,
The Questioner's PainOnce answers eluded the way my mind yearnsThe Questioner's Pain1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To forever question, and ever to learn
I gave myself fully to truth and to thought
Now lost in a forging; my mind wholly wrought.
But she told me to rather stay curious: live
Never contented with answers they give.
Philosophy, science, and logic: they fail
To reveal metaphysic and all it entails.
I fade as the years do, afraid, in the night,
That time, chipping edges, will turn off our light,
Once answers eluded the way my mind yearns
To forever question, and ever to learn.
I gave myself fully to truth and to thought:
Now lost in a forging, my mind wholly wrought,
I question: 'tis habit, rather than accept
I flounder about in a history swept
Of comforting truths, and step into mist
Questioning freely whether I exist.
But I do: and the ink of philosophers
Streaks and then reforms on my mind in new words.
And I love it and hate it in equal part,
For to seek without cease restores my worn heart;
Once answers eluded the way my mind yearns
Jingle Bells-- Halo 3 StyleRiding on a 'hogJingle Bells-- Halo 3 Style5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Plowing through the fray
O'er hills we go
Fragging all the way
Needles 'round us ping
Making our shields bright
What fun it is to shoot and sing
Our slaying song tonight!
Jingle bells, Prophet smells
Jackal laid an egg
Hunter got annoyed at him
And tore off his leg
Jingle bells, shot gun shells
Hope it never ends
Oh what fun it is to fight
And kill all of your friends!
A day or two ago
I thought I'd take a ride
And soon the Arbiter
Was seated by my side
The Warthog it was jacked
And then we both got shot
We plowed into a mass of Grunts
And then we got upsot!
Oh, jingle bells, Johnson yells
Throw all your grenades
Flood is gonna kill us all
In many gruesome ways
Jingle bells, though I fell
I'll respawn again
Oh what fun it is to fight
And kill all of your friends!
Halo Reach: Death of JorgeHalo ReachHalo Reach: Death of Jorge5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Death of Jorge
I stood motionless.
The barrel of my MA37 smoked, leaving tendrils of fading wisps in the air.
And I stood, barely making a sound.
Ever since the last of the Covenant forces in the hangar bay of the Covenant Corvette, The Ardent Prayer, everything's gone too quiet.
I barely made any sound, barely made any movement...
Nor I barely breathed...
I both watched my motion-tracker and the shadows of each and every corner that filled this hangar bay.
And I could feel the sweat crawling down my brow, and each and every part of my body has gone intense.
Because there is this one thing that always clicked in my mind:
I have a bad feeling about this.
But to my relief and surprise, I can hear my COM emitting some static before Jorge's voice ringed out, "Six, meet me back at the Pelican."
It was my only response.
I made one last sweep across the area and checking the motion-tracker before I can confirm myself that its all clear.
With that out of the way, I made my w
Mining: Early morning at a Tau camp (40K)The sun grows over the small village eating up the shadows too long for the small huts. The brown and gold sand shines in the early sunlight. A young fio'la walks through an open door of a hut and covers his eyes with a raised arm. He stares towards the sun.Mining: Early morning at a Tau camp (40K)4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Gl'u'ri." He mutters and smiles.
Around him other doors start to open and other fio'la walk out of their huts, some are carrying bags, some carry small boxes and others have pickaxes or shovels. All are dressed in the drab olive of their caste. Their pants and shirts loose, their skin a dark shade of blue. Two retreat to the relative shade offered by a thin tree. More are standing and talking, some are leaning on shovels.
"K'lra'e. Gue'vesa, iol'uyr." One says to the other who nods lazily.
"Rt'a?" Another asks loudly.
A few heads turn and look around and shrug, one laughs. Another is looking at the smallest of huts; she glances up at the sun and breathes deeply. Suddenly the door of the smallest hut bangs open and a human male wal
The Tale of an Argonian ch.1Gazing towards the distant mountains, Makeo let out a sigh. "Another long day," he said to himself, scratching the back of his scaly neck. The sun was beginning to disappear behind the horizon. It would be dark soon; he had to start making his way home. He stood, picking up the sack he had filled with mushrooms that day, and began walking away from his sitting place.The Tale of an Argonian ch.16 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This sitting place was located on the northeastern edge of a hill about an hour's walk from Makeo's home. Specifically, it was against a large oak tree on the edge of the hill. He would walk to this tree with his breakfast every morning, then sit and eat while contemplating ways to escape his mundane life. After his morning meal, he would go home and do the day's work, later spending the afternoon hours collecting mushroom caps, firewood, or whatever his uncle needed. Every evening, he returned to sit underneath the tree until sunset. It was the only place where he really felt alone and free to think and dream as he please
Tale of a MadgodI am Sheogorath. I am perfect and everything but it; sane and insane; beautiful... and ugly. I am a demented maniac. In short, I am Me, and I have always been Me.Tale of a Madgod6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
...no. That was a lie. I have not always been Me in fact, I've been Me a very short time, compared to the Me before I came here... to become Me.
Is it confusing? I'm sorry. At the same time; not so much.
No, no. I'll try to keep My mind collected, but it's hard... the Isles will do that to you, you see, taking your mind into her warm hands and shaping it the way Cutter shapes her Ore. Have you met Cutter? She's a dreadful, lovely girl. You'd like her, perhaps.
Now, then. As I said, I am Sheogorath, as I've always been, and yet... not always. A long time ago - a few months ago - I was in Cyrodiil, on Mundus. I liked it there, when it wasn't raining or infested with Oblivion Gates leading to the Realm of Mehrunes Dagon. Dagon is a dreadfully boring character, by the way, and I don't think you'd like him very much at all.
Ode for SheogorathOde for SheogorathOde for Sheogorath7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Come swim with the Birds and the Bees
And Gods flying in their threes
And logical Minded monkeys in the trees
Thank you but no Please!
You try to Halt and put it all on freeze
Here is the Daedric Prince, on your Knees
But youve been touched by the Madness
Just Embrace it with total Gladness
For Madness creates Art
A stage for actors to play the Part
Let it find a place in the Heart
Or, face the Retribution and Wrath
Of our rightful Lord Sheogorath
So come dance to the very merry jig
Offer up the yarn, gem and lettuce fig
The cats out of the bag, that dull hag
Laugh at boring old Jyggalag.
The 13 Blessings of SheogorathFor Our Lord Sheogorath, without Whom all Thought would be linear and all Feeling would be fleeting.The 13 Blessings of Sheogorath8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Blessed are the Madmen, for they hold the keys to secret knowledge.
Blessed are the Phobic, always wary of that which would do them harm.
Blessed are the Obsessed, for their courses are clear.
Blessed are the Addicts, may they quench the thirst that never ebbs.
Blessed are the Murderous, for they have found beauty in the grotesque.
Blessed are the Firelovers, for their hearts are always warm.
Blessed are the Artists, for in their hands the impossible is made real.
Blessed are the Musicians, for in their ears they hear the music of the soul.
Blessed are the Sleepless, as they bask in wakeful dreaming.
Blessed are the Paranoid, ever-watchful for our enemies.
Blessed are the Visionaries, for their eyes see what might be.
Blessed are the Painlovers, for in their suffering, we grow stronger.
Blessed is the Madgod, who tricks us when we are foolish, punishes us when we are wrong, tortures us
Myths of SheogorathSheogorath Invents MusicMyths of Sheogorath8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the earliest of days, in a time when the world was still raw, Sheogorath decided to walk amongst the mortals. He donned his guise of Gentleman With a Cane, and moved from place to place without being recognized. After eleven days and eleven nights, Sheogorath decided that life among mortals was even more boring than his otherworldly existence.
"What can I do to make their lives more interesting?" he said to himself. At that same moment, a young woman nearby commented wistfully to herself, "The sounds of the birds are so beautiful."
Sheogorath silently agreed with her. Mortals could not make the beautiful and inspired calls of birds. Their voices were wretched and mundane. He could not change the nature of mortals, for that was the purview of other Daedric Princes. However, he could give them tools to make beautiful sounds.
Sheogorath took hold of the petulant woman and ripped her asunder. From her tendons he made lutes. From her skull and arm bones he made a
ArgonianLittle is known and even less is understood about these reptilian denizens of the Black Marsh province. Years of defending their borders have made the Argonians experts in geurilla warfare, and their natural abilities make them equally at home in the water as they are on land. They are well-suited to the treacherous and toxi swamps of their homeland, and have devloped natural immunities to the diseases and poisons that have doomed many would-be explorers of the region.Argonian6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Personality: Argonians are an extremely enigmatic people, often quiet and reserved. They usually speak only if they have something important to say, have little use for idle chatter, and are typically a calm and soft-spoken people. A humanoid mind allows them to become great philosophers, but their reptilian instincts help them keep their cool in any situation.
Physical Description: Of medium builds, Argonians range from 5½ 6½ feet, and range between to
List of Metal GearsList of Metal Gears3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
List of Mechas in Metal Gear by Category
"The missing link between artillery and infantry, a Metal Gear."-Alexander Leonovich Granin.
True Metal Gears: These are machines that fall under the original criteria of Metal Gears set down by the original Metal Gear game and fulfill Granin's criteria of a missing link between infantry and artillery.
Metal Gear ZEKE: The first recorded complete Metal Gear, ZEKE was constructed by the Militaries Sans Frontiers in 1974. Metal Gear Solid: Peace Walker
Metal Gear TX-55: The Metal Gear constructed by Dr. Madnar for Big Boss in Outer Heaven after he was holding the Doctor's daughter hostage. Metal Gear
Metal Gear D: The second Metal Gear constructed by Dr. Madnar for Big Boss in Zanzibar Land. Metal Gear 2: Solid Snake
Metal Gear REX: The last chronological true Metal Gear, REX was designed by Hal Emmerich and constructed by the Army before being hijacked by FOXHOUND under orders from Liquid Sn
Utter Madness"You have my word." Twilight Sparkle put her hoof over her heart and looked solemnly at Rarity. "Losing a friend's trust is the fastest way to lose a friend." She nodded quickly. Despite the weirdness of the person she'd learned it from, it was sound advice, and she'd taken it to heart. She opened her mouth to speak again.Utter Madness5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"FOREVEEEER." Pinkie Pie burst out of the sponge bucket by her leg and glared daggers at Twilight. Rarity didn't seem to notice, having long since tuned out the pink pony's strangeness.
"Oh Pinkie Pie You are so random! And yet, you still follow a set of rules. True, they play fast and loose with the physics of your world, but you do still have them. You come out of left field, spout something strange but true, and disappear again, only to reappear in the next frame doing something nearly completely different. It's as if you're more enlightened than the average pony."
Two men in
HTTYD: Designated DriverSummary: Drunk Ruffnut and drunk Toothless try their level best to annoy Astrid to death.HTTYD: Designated Driver6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Are you sure you two will be okay?"
"Yes, for the hundredth time, I'm sure," Astrid said, rolling her eyes. "We'll be fine."
Hiccup nodded, although he didn't look convinced. "I mean, I'd come with you, but I'm really trying to finish this harness -- "
" -- before you forget anything from that little inspirational burst you had, yes, I know. Contrary to what you may have seen, Ruffnut and I can moderate ourselves when we need to."
Hiccup's eyebrow shot up, and Astrid felt defensive. "Well we can," she huffed.
"No, no, I believe you," Hiccup said quickly. "I may not have seen it yet, but I believe you."
Astrid considered being offended, and decided against it, shrugging. "I guess it's easier to let go when you know there's someone there to take care of you," she said, and gave Hiccup a sweet smile.
Predictably, he melted, but
Reasons To Be a CarnivorREASONS TO BE A CARNIVORReasons To Be a Carnivor8 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Before I receive any angry comments I would like to point out that this is only a spoof of the many Vegetarian websites on the internet. It is not meant to be taken seriously. Honest.
And to those of you who think I am a heartless sadistic animal-abuser yes, you are right.
1. Vast acres of forests are cleared every year for cattle grazing. This land could be used to grow plants, which would feed far more people than animals. The solution is clear get rid of the perpetrators. Eat the cattle.
2. Many endangered species (such as wolves) are shot for eating livestock. Remove temptation for them. Eat farm animals.
3. Cow farts are one of the major causes of climate change. Take revenge. Its your right.
4. Large carnivorous have been driven to the brink of extinction. If we do not eat the herbivores they will die a slow painful death due to starvation.
5. Being a vegetarian does not reduce air pollution. Eat like a cow, fart like
FFW Saber - desc and statsSaber GaladrielFFW Saber - desc and stats7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Galadriel is the bastard child of Lancelot of the Lake and Elaine of Carbonek. Her mother used magic to assume the form of Guinevere and seduced Lancelot. Galadriel was named after the childhood name of her father, Galahad. She was sent to be cared for by her great aunt, who was the abbess at a nunnery, after she was born. Upon reaching adulthood she left the nunnery in order to pursue knighthood and follow in her fathers footsteps. She took on the name of Galahad and hid her identity by cutting her hair short, and when she met her father and demonstrated her skill, he knighted her. Once she reached Camelot it was revealed that Sir Galahad was destined to find the Holy Grail. She set out on this quest with two other knights and actually obtained the Grail, after which she was lifted into Heaven with the Grail, leaving the two knights behind. It is most likely due to this reason that the Fuyuki Grail was created and the Holy Grail Wars started. Galadr
Unison #4: A Fresh PerspectiveUnison #4: A Fresh Perspective3 years ago in Romance More Like This
At eleven o'clock in the morning, Twilight Sparkle rolled out of bed.
She groaned as she picked herself up off of the floor and righted herself back onto four legs. With a yawn, she shuffled over to her dresser. Wiping the crust from her eyes, her vision eventually cleared to see exactly what she expected--frizzle from mane to tail, from head to hoof.
As was often her morning routine, she considered staying that way, perhaps even going back to bed. After all, who ever saw her up here besides Princess Celestia and maybe her family-
Wait, no. Things were different now.
Her room being lined with wood wherever she looked attested to that. She didn't spend all of her days in one of two castle towers anymore. This was a library. She had to tend to it. There were other ponies here. Other ponies she both cared for and counted on, and which returned the favor.
This was no longer Canterlot. This was Ponyville.
As her brain continued its reboot, she looked at he
HTTYD: ParentsSummary: Families are complicated.HTTYD: Parents6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Bet you I find the biggest rabbit."
"You couldn't find a rabbit if it was burrowing in your boot."
"Jealous much? Watch close, you might learn something."
"Sure. I'm always up for adding more 'Hilarious ways Tuff mauls himself' to my mental list."
"Ruffnut? Tuffnut? Where are you off to?"
The twins stopped just in front of the doorway and looked over at where their mother was sitting in front of the fireplace, sewing a large something out of light blue fabric.
"We're going hunting," Tuffnut said.
"Hunting?" Marigold Thorston asked distractedly.
"Yeah, hunting. You know, hitting small fleshy things with large metal things?" Ruffnut said, and Tuffnut snickered.
Marigold looked up at them and frowned. "There's no need for that tone, young lady."
"Sorry Mom," Ruffnut said, rolling her eyes.
"So, we're just gonna..." Tuffnut made for the door again.
"Just a moment," Marigo
Deal With ItDeal With It9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You say the night has lost her spark,
The stars grow dim and the future's dark.
Everything you dreamed has turned to dust,
While you wait to be turned to ash and rust.
But you're stuck. You're caught. There's no way out.
You hide in the dark and scream and shout.
You think there's nothing left to see,
You've been everywhere there is to be.
So you're asking me what you should do,
But all I can say is you've got to—
Deal with it.
Even if you feel
Like you wanna quit.
You'll just have to deal
Deal with it.
I know this feeling
makes you wanna kneel,
But you'll just have to
find a way to deal.
So deal! Deal!
Deal with it!
Even if you feel
Like you wanna quit!
You're gonna have to
Deal with it!
You want to feel alive again
You want to find that perfect friend.
But you just wallow in your pinning,
You'd never see them for all your whining!
You wander, You're lost, and you can't find
The things that went bump behind your mind.
You still can't find your rightful place,
All you've go
The Ninja in the ClosetThe Ninja in the Closet7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
THE NINJA IN THE CLOSET
by Grace Ogawa
Mabel found the ninja on Monday morning when she was in a hurry and late for school. She had overslept, and was still in that heavy, fuzzy-headed state that usually clings to one after being woken too early. So when she flung open her closet door looking for a sensible dress that was not too crumpled it took her a few minutes to comprehend what she saw.
There was a strange man in her closet. An old man, judging by the wild mop of white hair on his head, dressed all in black with a strange green vest and extremely unfashionable sandals. He had what must have been modified biker's gloves (the sort with the fingers cut off) that had metal plates attached to the back, and (this was how she knew he was a ninja) there was a tight black mask that covered the lower half of his face and the tip of his nose. He wore a headband strapped at an angle across his forehead so that only his right, sulle