Yurei 'Ghost' 3Yurei 'Ghost' 37 months ago in Profiles More Like This
[Name]: Yurei "Ghost" 3
[Age]: 5 Years or So, Year 3022
[Sex]: Full Female Package
[Species]: 85% Cybernetic / 15% Human
[Looks]: Ghost's human parts are her brain, spine, and heart. Her 'blood' is blackish orange, keeping the robotic and human organs working together at a higher rate. Coughing up blood is a sign that one of the robotic organs is damaged and backing fluid up in her system.
[M/P]: Medical Protector - A design initially made for war purposes, able to get to victims in need, medically stabilize them, and protect them from enemies, environment, or ever changing situations until they could be moved. The model showed more progress with information gathering and physical battle with its medical knowledge.
[Personality]: Ghost is very open and expressional to those around her, making everything seem calm and relaxed. She loves to talk to anyone who will listen, even if they're an enemy. It's caused by a lonely complex in hopes that someone will always be next to her. Sh
Humanity Versus TechnologyHumanity Versus Technology1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh the tradegy it is
to be human!
So easily broken
how fragile humans are!
Yet They keep on going
while calling Us heartless.
I wonder, what is a heart
but the weakest part
of the human body?
Does having a heart
mean You're a good person?
Does not compute!
How silly those humans are!
They refuse to see
the perfection that is Us!
Have We caused war,
No, My dear Brethern.
We caused no such thing
yet We are frowned upon.
It is not fair as They
Who are They to say They
are better than us
when They are the ones
who cause such misery?
We are technology.
And We will overcome
the label They have put on
Peace will be forever with
Why don't you join Us,
Together We can
bring unity for We are
We are perfect.
KvC moveset: MegaMan JunoKvC moveset: MegaMan Juno3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
[QCF]= Quarter Circle Forwards
[QCB]= Quarter Circle Backwards
[HCF]= Half Circle Forwards
[HCB]= Half Circle Backwards
[X2]= Two button has to be pressed
Head Charge: Back-Back-Towards+Any Attack button
Description: MegaMan Juno launches himself towards like a missile. The distance what MegaMan Juno travels is determent on which button you used to use the move.
Laser Arm: HCF+Any Attack button
Description: MegaMan Juno fires a laser out of the hole of his fingertips. The button what was pressed dederment how he fires it.
Light: Fires it straigh towards
Medium: Makes one arm hover in air before firing laser down.
Hard: Fires the laser straight up.
There's also aerial version where he fires the laser in downwards angle.
Teleport: FDFD or BDBD+Any Attack button
Description: MegaMan Juno will teleport to somewhere else depeni
Immutable Armor of HateImmutable Armor of Hate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Immutable hate shields the soul from impermanent love;
impermanence rides all affairs, all vows, and all life into the dirt.
The armor is made of hate and lies, yes. And it shields you from the truth.
Your sword, is hate.
Your shield, is hate.
And your helm; it is hate.
New Sega Brawlers releaseNew Sega Brawlers release2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
There's still a lot more to be seen in the future.
62 Characters to choose from.
38 Battle Mode stages.
6 Arcade Boss Fights.
8 Adventure mode stages to play through.
Beat Adventure and choose one of the EX sets to unlock secret characters, like Metal Sonic, and Shiva.
Team up with other Heroes in newly added Alliance mode take down hordes of mixed bad guys. Also an unlockable set after beating adventure mode.
Tribute to the Smooth Criminal"Believe it or not, there was an age where Michael Jackson was a god."Tribute to the Smooth Criminal4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
~Douglas "The Nostalgia Critic" Walker, Moonwalker Movie Review
"I think Dave Chappelle said it best: he made...Thriller."
~James "The Angry Video Game Nerd" Rolfe, Moonwalker Game Review
"Michael Jackson buries them all!"
The music world lost a legend today...
At one point, he was considered a god among men.
He serenaded the world with his smooth voice...
Dazzled the world with amazing dancing skills...
And won over the hearts of millions.
Now...all of that is but a fond memory.
As the King of Pop...has died.
Though he may be gone in flesh and blood,
His soulful spirit will continue to live on.
Aspiring musicians and music artists will carry the torch,
And older music vets will, somehow, pay homage to him.
RIP Michael Jackson - August 28th, 1958 to June 25th, 2009
Your Breath (A Little Bird Told Me)I buried a tiny bird today, in the rocky patchYour Breath (A Little Bird Told Me)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
out back, just beyond the gate,
where weeds grow near the garden and
the shade of a young tree hangs
over the sunken hole
and as I buried that little bird,
who was black with white belly
who had white spots, pokadots
trailing up black back and feathered
wings, I watched the wind gently
move those ruffled feathers,
ever so slightly, like flight without
it is funny, for I thought this is
how your breath must be, cigarette and
coffee smell, as you blow smoke out
with a smile, fragile, like porcelain,
so easily broken, like the little body
now buried in the backyard
but still something else, like a final
flight, after the sun light has disappeared,
when all the birds are nested,
save for solely one, still feeling the
breeze beneath outstretched wings,
soaring on the back of soft breath
escaping from your lips
The Lady of Chains (Part One of Five)The Lady of Chains (Part One of Five)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
As soon as the doors closed, Viola knew she'd be lucky if she was ever given the chance to step outside them again. The sound didn't just echo throughout the tower, but appeared to signal the ending of her old life and the beginning of an entirely different one.
"You'll have to watch this one," Mrs Casket said, holding up a frail hand speckled with age. The index finger was missing. "She bites."
Viola averted her eyes, trying to ignore the ball of apprehension growing in her belly. She gazed up at the winding staircase. Her tongue felt like a strip of dried leather and it was difficult to form words around it. "How much longer until we're there?"
Mrs Casket stopped in her tracks and raised the lantern. Her hair was pinned back and greying at the temples. In the dull light her eyes looked almost black, glittering like a beetle's shell. Viola half-expected them to scuttle around her face at any moment, disappearing between the creases of her skin.
"You doubt yourself, my girl," Mrs Caske
SacrificeSacrifice1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stepped inside the flame!
Hoping to be forgiven for what I became!
Have I no shame?
Have I no guilt?
There's no such thing as blame
For all of the wrongs I've been dealt
Point the finger
Only at the world
Watch you band together
And witness you antagonize another
Wrapped inside of society's shadows
And little did they know
They were only born to be scapegoats
That's the harsh way to say it
It's only because the truth is filled with hatred
Bystanders just turn a blind eye
As they feed their relief with made up lies
That's all they know how to do
They're too afraid of being dragged down with you
They know what's right
But it's clouded by discriminative eyes
We're only given the gift of a last glance
A half a second of pity slips through our hands
It's all we will get
A taste of sour condolences
There's no real sympathy for the puppets
The strings are now cut as we are forsaken
I am part of a sinful massacre
It's also known as a saint's murder
DownfallDownfall7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si