Waiting for You - Prologue 2Waiting for You - Prologue 29 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Waiting for You
Prologue - Part 2
O divine fruit of man's imagination! How I praised and thanked you, and lamented the death of you by history's hand. Just as the hour of desperation conceives pliant lambs from a pile of stones, so have I come forth seeking that which you would not give me. In my disappointment, I was forced to betray and reject you, just as you had done unto me. Now that I have quit your Kingdom and witnessed its death, I ask of you one last thing. Forgive me Lord, for I shall become you...
"How does that feel now?"
"Better," the boy fibbed through a strained smile. The young girl standing at the side of his bed crossed her arms, puffed out her chest defiantly, and cocked her head wearing an unconvinced frown. She had remained at the boy's side since his return on the Durandal, and although the now bed-ridden patient seemed quite fit at first, his composure's degeneration became more apparent as the hours progressed. First it was the fatigue,
Hostility Towards TerragenHostility Towards Terragen11 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Hostility towards the program terragen has always been present, and most likely, always will be. But let's get down to brass tacks. What is terragen? It's a 3d scenery generator. Right. There's no real Modelling process involved per se, and it looks and works completely different (to all means and purposes of the majority) to a 3d modelling application such as 3d studio max or Maya. It is comprised of a series of mostly numerical controls, and a few random generators based on numerical/slider inputs.
...this means, it's an easy program, and requires little or no effort to pull off good results.
Here's my favourite word of this article. WRONG.
The program is as deep as you want it to be, just as many other art orientated programs are. The quality of the results produced from it are proportional to the artists skill in using it. Just becau
The New Skeleton WarriorsThe New Skeleton Warriors7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jarredspekters Re-Imaginings of Classic Shows
The New Skeleton Warriors
A long time ago in a galaxy far far away
...There was the planet Luminaire. This was a place of untamed wilderness and advanced technology in symbiosis, a world where magic lived outside the borders of grand cities, which had their own artificial marvels within. This blessed place was kept in balance by a gift from the gods: The Lightstar crystal, a towering monolithic gemstone, which was placed in the grand vaults of the human empires capital city of Radiance, guarded by the able princes and princesses of the realm for thousands of years.
Then came a time when a fracture rent the crystal. If religion had not been banned in the modern era of Radience (when our story begins) then the inhabitants would have known of the ancient prophesy, that one day the Lighstar would be shattered by darkness and darkness would envelope Luminaire, and that a battle between the exiled gods Dagda and Nerthus
Sci-Fi storySci-Fi story4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was sitting silently on the edge of my bed. I stood up and watched out of the window, the wind
and rain was just crazy. Wind bending the trees to their braking point and rain just pouring down. All
of a suddenly all of it went quiet. I could only hear clock ticking. Click-Clack. And then blinding bright
light flashed over the sky. I was blinded by it and i turned away. Trying to get some sight back. I
rubbed my eyes and as i turned my head back up. Wind had broken one of the trees and it was
falling right into my window. My pupils dilated and i turned away. It all seemed to happen in slow
motion. I took to steps and i jumped out of the way. Tree came with such a force that it shattered
the windows of the entire floor. There were screaming and moaning.
When i opened my eyes it was morning, i was covered in shrapnel of the house. Tree had
demolished half of the wall. I stood up and swept myself clean. I noticed that my clock had stopped
working. I just thought it was because of a tree.
Layla: Bigger than a Breadbox"Dang, why won't this thing get on? It fit about a few months ago!"Layla: Bigger than a Breadbox9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Layla Kira Richardson struggled as she tried to place her formerly moderate-sized T-shirt over her immense bosom, struggling as she saw that the two immense, round orbs were only covered from the top two-thirds. The bottom third continued to hang there in perfect pose, held up by a combination of back and pectoral muscles developed to the point that she didn't even need a bra for support! But even so, she still needed a bra to cover up her chest if she wanted to go out in a presentable fashion for the afternoon!
"Mom, when did I last wear this thing anyway?", she yelled out to whomever would hear her, hoping someone would be around. As she held on, she continued trying to stretch the T-shirt down, hoping it would just somehow magically become larger or longer or something! As she moved her arms, she could feel her massive shoulder muscles tightening up around the c
JuggernautJuggernaut2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It took some time for him to comprehend that he was. After he realized himself, he inspected his surroundings.
There was a canyon. Inside the canyon there were rocks. Outside the canyon there was a desert. Nothing moved, except the things the wind would pick up and drag along.
Juggernaut was inside the canyon.
“I am Juggernaut” he determined eventually. Then he decided to keep thinking.
“Enemy!” A voice cried inside Juggernauts head “Enemy! Enemy!”
Juggernaut looked. There was nothing to see.
Juggernauts arm raised by itself. There was a weapon attached to it. It targeted some heavy rocks.
Juggernaut waited. “Enemy! Enemy!” the voice cried.
There was something. It moved between the rocks.
Eventually it came forward. It was small, a lot smaller than Juggernaut. It didn’t appear to be dangerous. “Enemy
Mammokin Race DetailsMammokinsMammokin Race Details9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Mammokins are well known for there extrodinary potion making, tailoring, crafting magical items skills and most of all the immense size of the female mammokins breasts. Mammokins are also fairly popular with there trading skills.
Personality: Mammokins are usally friendly to all the common races as long they are friendly to them. You can rely on them if you need a place to eat and sleep and prehaps trade some goods. Mammokins are usally mild tempered only raise there voice when angry. Mammokins are also curious by nature when they see something new they would like to trade for it then study it further under thier possession.They are a peace keeping race usally avoiding war at alomst any cause.
Physical Description: Mammokins are tall and skinny kinda like an elf but taller a mammokin male's average height is around 5'11 to 6'5 and a female is around 5'9 to 6'3. There skin color ranges from albino to dark brown. Mammokins weigh anywhere from 1
Viper's Fury - Chapter 1Viper's Fury - Chapter 15 years ago in Settings More Like This
U.S. Interstellar Marine Corps, Forward Operating Installation SMMC Micheal P. Barrett
Interstellar War I, Argo-Vela Constellation Combat Zone - "Op. Untamed Fury", Vibora Report
Interview with Capt. Jamie Pearson, Staff Sgt. Larry Jones, PO1-SWO Gordon Boudreaux
Reporter - Craig Freeman, CNN-BBC News Affiliate
Recorded Data Archives, 2095.11.10, Nova-VII
Three Naval Infantry soldiers, two Marines and a Navy SEAL, walked the United States Interstellar Marine Corps, FOI SMMC Michael P. Barrett Walk of Remembrance. I quietly followed their march around the barracks, through the fields and onto the shiny black deck where memorials were placed for Marines both missing- and killed-in-action during the First Interstellar War.
Around the base, groups of recruits were being run right into the ground by their drill instructors as they chanted cadences from the Marine Corps years' past. The drill instructors barked the cadence lines and recruits sung along.
"A-lo right, a-lo right la
District 9 - PoHa - 03bDistrict 9 - PoHa - 03b6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 3 - There's a prawn on my couch - Part 2
* = Prawn talk
Ana felt the call of nature sometime after midnight. Maybe a long time after midnight. It took her a few moments to regain full consciousness of the events that had taken place earlier that night. When she did she looked over at the prawn.
He was still sleeping peacefully, though at some point he had moved and laid down to rest his entire body on the couch. Ana watched him for a few seconds until her bladder gave a painful throb and she had to get up.
On her way to the bathroom she heard a snort and the prawn's breathing stopped. She turned around to see him peek over the couch's arm, looking for her.
"I'll be right back, keep sleeping."
Ana disappeared behind a door and the prawn shifted lazily on the couch and started looking around at the walls and ceiling, taking in all the details that he couldn't enjoy a few hours ago for exhaustion and pain. A short while passed in which he kept himself entertained with e
SoNiC Cage, Chapter 8: SoNic Fixes the EconomySoNiC Cage, Chapter 8: SoNic Fixes the Economy3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Following the fight outside of Green Hill Zone, Silver and SoNic decided to rethink their course of action and take a much needed break.
Taking temporary refuge from the heat of the mid-August sun, Silver and SoNic were sitting beneath the overhang of the 7-Eleven with Big Gulps in hand, plotting out their next move against the campaign of the evil Dr. Robotnik.
SoNic leaned back against the wall, took a long sip of his fountain drink, and muttered "Man, I hate that Dr. Robotnik! He exemplifies all that is wrong with technological progress! Why can't he be more like my creator, Dr. Light?"
"It's this gosh-darned economy," Silver replied. "It's turning this whole country into H-E-double-hockey-sticks, so no good-hearted scientists can-"
"I'm sorry, what?" SoNic interrupted. "Hockey sticks? What did you just say?"
"Oh, it means-"
"No, really, because I'm almost more than one-hundred percent certain that was just the stupidest thing I've ever heard in my entire life. Would you like to try
Zombie Apocalypse - Part 1Zombie ApocalypseZombie Apocalypse - Part 11 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Written by Katrina Zwicker :iconkittykattrina: & Jack Derril :iconjderril:
KittyKatTrina wrote the following:
"It looks pretty clear..." Trina said, steeling herself up for another risky supply run.
"Remember Springfield? That looked pretty clear too and we just barely made it out..." Jack replied.
"Yeah but that was last year! The hordes have thinned out recently. We haven't seen one in days. Thankfully."
"And that was a fully contained shopping mall with internal hallways. That's why we got cornered like we did. This is just a strip mall with doors on the outside."
“Ok, fine..." Jack finally conceded.
"Yay! Let’s get some food!" Trina led the way across the deserted street and parking lot, leading with her compound bow with an arrow already knocked and her trusty daito bokken in its improvised sheath on her backpack.
Jack covered her from behind, but there was no real
Smidge - Pixie BerzerkerSmidge - Pixie BerzerkerSmidge - Pixie Berzerker7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
At more than seven inches tall, Smidge is big for a Pixie. In every other physical respect though, she is a typical specimine of her kind - small, slender and delicate-looking, with shimmering dragonfly-like wings, long, sharply-pointed ears, and large dark eyes. Her short-cropped pink hair conceals a pair of feathery, retractable antennae, which detect the presence of magical energy in much the same way that an insect's antennae detect smells. Although most of her kind are perfectly comfortable flitting about buck-naked, Smidge wears a suite of Pixie-sized plade-armor, specially fashioned for her by a kindly Dwarven smith. The straps and clasps of this armor are equipped with quick-release catches that allow the individual plates to pop-off harmlessly, should Smidge accidentally expand too large for her suite to contain. When relaxing in private however, Smidge has no qualms about
The Klingons Are Still Alive"Still Alive," Jonathan Coulton & GLaDOSThe Klingons Are Still Alive5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
"yInlI," jonatlhan Qotlhon & glaDoS
Translation by knightswhodontsayni
(This was a triumph)
ghItlhjIH ra' naDev'e': Qapla'qu'tIn
(I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS)
(It's hard to overstate my satisfaction)
mawI"e' mara"egh malaHmo'
(We do what we must because we can)
DubmeH HochmaH, le' Heghpu'
(For the good of all of us, except the ones who are dead)
'ach Dap' SaQ HochQagh'e'
(But there's no sense crying over every mistake)
bIneHSoH nIDaq' mevghorghSoH tlhuch vutchab!
(You just keep on trying till you run out of cake!)
'ej Qed rIn, 'ej ghomsoH maj HIch
(And the science gets done, and you make a neat gun,)
(For the people who are still alive!)
(I'm not even angry,)
(I'm being so sincere right now.)
(Even though you broke my heart and killed me!)
Empire Reborn: Prelude, Part IThe Empire RebornEmpire Reborn: Prelude, Part I6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It is a dark time for the Empire.
Following the death of EMPEROR PALPATINE
and its defeat at the BATTLE OF ENDOR, the Empire has begun
to crumble and fight amongst itself. The remaining faction, known as the IMPERIAL REMNANT, has fled to the Outer Rim to regroup and regain the power to crush the NEW REPUBLIC once and for all. A valuable store of cortosis has been found on the oceanic world of BAL'DEMNIC, and a promising young officer, ERRIL KAVEN, has been sent to oversee the mining operation, unaware that the Remnant's presence there has been discovered...
Bal'demnic. An oceanic planet in the Bak'rofsen system of the Auril sector. Outer Rim.
The commander stepped into the elevator and the doors hissed closed behind him. The car began to move upward.
So far the mining operation had been running smoothly despite the locals and the nuisance presented by the mine crabs. The crabs were hardly more than pests to the personnel assigned to the operati
Down chap. 2The two descending into the unknown was not a quiet procession.Down chap. 23 years ago in Sketches More Like This
In fact, several scientists a good length away heard them, but ignored such an insignificant noise. Why should they care? If they stopped working, they would be fired.
Wheatley noticed that besides the fact that he was most likely plummeting straight into his own icy grave-yard, his screaming was coming from something physically painful. Mort's panicked grip on him.
"Ow! Mate, if this fall doesn't kill me, your hands will!" He tried prying his rigid fingers off of his arm, but it was no use. At this point, he was scared that he even had the time to do this.
The sound of clanging metal and the beginnings of flashing red lights made him look down to see the turret production line, which they were going to hit, apparently. He grit his teeth hard, slammed his eyes shut, and braced himself for the impact that came only seconds later.
But neither bot saw any more, because the blow had knocked them unconscious .
Taiidan Republic ArticleTaiidan Republic Article8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
TAIIDAN REPUBLIC (9524-9624 GSY)
TAIIDAN REPUBLIC (9524-9624 GSY)
The Taiidan Republic gained life in the year or so after the death of the Imperial Emperor Riesstiu IVth over the planet Hiigara when the natives of that planet defeated him. It would exist from 9524 and slowly loose strength until 9624, where it was ultimately destroyed by the Vaygr Armada under the leadership of Warlord Makaan. The Republic has been carried on by some factions since, but remains only an idea.
The history of the Republic began three months after the death of the Emperor, where Taiidani officials began considering what kind of leadership would replace Emperor Riesstius Imperial rule.
During this time, diverse ideas were beginning to sprout in the former Taiidan empire on how things could be different than the system of Emperors that had reigned in Taiidan ever since their expansion into the stars. Among these new ideas was the notion of a Democracy- something that other empires like the Ca
Hiroko, the Earthshaker"Oniiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!" screamed a farmer as he stormed into the bar where some of the village swordsmen were enjoying a round of sake.Hiroko, the Earthshaker3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yes! She just came in from the mountain path, club a-swinging. She demands food and drink! We tried to repel her, but it only made her angrier " explained the farmer frantically, whom the samurai suddenly noticed was rather bloody and battered-looking.
"Hmph!" grunted one of the swordsmen, taking one last shot of rice wine and forcefully slamming his cup onto the wooden bar. "How dare that demon invade the sanctity of our village?! We will show her."
"Be careful, she's strongand she's a big one too" gulped the farmer.
Upon exiting the bar, the scene that greeted the swordsmen was chaos. The smell of ash and fire hung in the air, and they could see debris from the wooden buildings all over. Villagers were running in a panic, screaming, and they could hear the sound of weapons and battle.
They turned towards the village square,
the sounds of apertureHums and chirps and robotic sounds fill the facility and leak into this tiny forgotten little room, the whirs of machines busy at constant work making sure not a moment was silent. The windows to the room are dusty and dirty, stained with age and eternal abandonment, and the paint peels off the walls like an angry elderly man glaring at the squandered youth in front of him. Rays of light sneak through the clean specks on the otherwise filthy windows, giving the room an eerie yellow glow.the sounds of aperture3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Slowly, a dirty tile in the middle of the black and white checkered floor rises up, some dust shaking off it as it made it's agonizingly slow crawl upwards. It finally came to a screeching halt and the panel opened up to reveal a small little monitor, the size of a plate.
"Hello, honey." A humanoid voice laced with robotic interference chimed. "Today's Monday, dear, it's good to see you again. I miss you. I'll will be back shortly, just have a few more tests to do for Mr. Johnson." The scre
A Swell Day Part 1A Swell Day Part 18 years ago in Erotic More Like This
It was a dark night, well actually it would have been more appropriate to say early in the morning but these things always start at night, and TLink was seated at his desk, lamp illuminating his recent art works of Stacky. He was working at the time on a particularly annoying piece, it was a comic strip where water would be absorbed by Stacky into her breasts but he couldn't get the picture to look quite right.
He worked long and hard for several more hours on the picture trying to fix it but nothing resulted in what he wanted. It wasn't until Stacky emerged from their room dressed in a loose dressing gown that he looked up, it was morning and he had been sitting there for a good portion of the night. He sighed.
Stacky though was feeling awake and was ready for an amazing day; she moved behind her fiancée and stood behind him and pressed her boobs against his head. TLink's hand stopped moving as her chest pushed against his head, he blushed and leant forward to remove his head, he need