Diablo III the Buddy Cop Film"Okay then, let me see if I follow here. You two single handedly slew thousands of royal guards-"Diablo III the Buddy Cop Film1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Snake people disguised as guards," the Demon Hunter interjected, pointing a finger at the report. "Thousands of snake people disguised as guards."
"Fine, snake people. However, according to your Wizard friend here, you originally did not know they were snake people."
"..They wouldn't let us pass," the Demon Hunter replied, more question than statement.
"And at no point did you think to yourself, 'oh, you know what I should do? Call my superiors, maybe explore some diplomatic channels.' You guys jumped straight to ethnic cleansing," the bulbous constable replied, scowling. "This is on top of assisting a rogue Horadrim, letting Deckard Cain's niece get kidnapped, and, cherry on top, breaking every single piece of pottery from Arcanus to Caldeum."
"That last part, I didn't even want to do that. I thought breaking all the pottery was a waste of time. This one though, the bloodlu
When Dib Found Wheatley: Part 13When Dib Found WheatleyWhen Dib Found Wheatley: Part 133 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Part 13: The Empty Hallways
The air vent they had entered, at least, it seemed to be some kind of air vent, was rather low-ceilinged and quite narrow. All of them had to throw themselves on their knees and crawl in single file as fast as they could to escape the hover turrets' gunfire. This was made even more difficult by the fact that they had to drag GLaDOS, an extremely heavy core that seemed to take up most of the space in the narrow vent, along as they went. The regular sentry turrets' bullets could no longer reach them, of course, but they could hear the noises of the hover turrets just behind them, seemingly getting closer and closer every moment.
Dib was in front of the entire group, using one hand to haul GLaDOS along and the other, still gripping hold of his portal gun, to drag himself forward along that horribly cramp space of the vent. Chell was just behind GLaDOS, helping him by pushing the core forward as she shoved her Companion Cube and he
Robot BeingRobot Being3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I wake up,
Uncertain, unnoticed, unpredicted,
from a long nap,
of a score of minutes.
In this free day,
I look out to the beautiful sight,
of jungles turned concrete,
"The deal an hour later,
accounts for another three, then the meeting..."
It is 'robotic (human?)' now, to think,
what could be done in the lost past,
and what all is to be done to the future,
the present of present,
"Love? haha! you speak of centuries yore,
Its wonder much, and sorrow more,"
The brain is washed to such a 'reflective' polish
that every relationship,
is now a duty.
I go out in the regular bus,
unnoticed and not noticing,
as everyone is busy with their own chores,
with faces, expressionless,
and as I get down I slip and fall,
A thousand footsteps walk over and past,
And I generate an "un-robotic" emotion,
of sadness, weeping over,
the minute ten seconds that passed,
And as another of "anger" comes,
I look down to the floor,
to see I slipped,
on a dog flower,
and a 'smok
Magnus - StudiesMagnus felt the presence hovering over his shoulder. It waited politely to be acknowledged, the same as every previous visit. The young boy had become use to the sudden arrivals; they had begun the moment Magnus was mature to be aware of his surroundings. The being was familiar and steady, a comfort for the young ward of Prospero to talk with. And the visitor always knew when Magnus needed someone to talk to.Magnus - Studies5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Putting his quill down and setting the papers aside, Magnus closed his eyes, exhaled, and opened his inner eye to engage in conversation with the new arrival.
How are you today? Busy as always, it appears.
"There is much to learn." He gestured at the rows of books sitting on crystal shelves. "I crave to know as much as possible."
At such a young age. The voice held a hint of fatherly pride. Tell me, Magnus, and the tone changed, becoming sober. Do you take the time to enjoy the day? I see the weather is quite beautiful outside.
The ruddy skin child shru
Nyu BloodBy: D. R. Nyan-chanNyu Blood2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fred Barton stood hesitantly before the conspicuously large and white, two-story building in front of him. He was a veteran in the sense that he had participated in many blood drives before, but this one was different in many respects. The organization in charge of this particular drive, the Peppermint Foundation, obviously liked to handle things very differently. Unlike most blood drives, this one was by invitation only. Fred ran his fingers through his short, brown hair as he looked again at the letter he had received.
Dear Fred Barton,
Due to the recommendation of one of our members, Brett Lacington, we are honored to extend our invitation for you to attend our blood drive and donate at our local establishment. It will be run by our most experienced staff and afterwards, you will be able to enjoy the top quality menu items served in our canteen. Our hours of operation will be from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. this Saturday. Please
Nyutopia Part 2 of 2By: D. R. Nyan-chanNyutopia Part 2 of 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
NOTE: Read aloud at your own risk...
Nyow, Twinkles did something, Sara did something else, and who cares what happened with Precious-nya? Okay, nyow that the boring stuff’s out of the way lets go back to Queen Mittens-nya!
Nya? I’m skipping part of the story? But the Queen isn’t in those parts, so-NYAAA! OKAY! OKAY! Please don’t gang up on me-nya! NYO! NYAT THAT! THAT’S NYAT-NYAAAAA…*purrrrr*
All right, I can’t resist such cuddly little kawaiis (especially if they take advantage of my weaknyess to having my ears stroked that way-nyaaa). Nyat long after setting out, Twinkles’s group spotted land in the distance. In-nyaddition, there was a small curtain boat off the shore. As they got closer, our sisters nyoticed that the boat was
Politeizm O Ra, Zeusie, Odynie,Politeizm4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Przegraliście, a szkoda,
Bo byliście o wiele prawdziwsi,
Niż dzisiejsi bogowie.
Wyście byli zupełnie inni,
Kochaliście, zabijaliście, zdradzaliście,
Popełnialiście błędy i pożądaliście,
Mieliście braci, siostry, żony i dzieci.
O Ra, Zeusie, Odynie,
Co się mogło stać z waszymi,
Wiernymi sługami, gdy się pojawili,
Street Fighter: Lost Shadow - Round 3Street Fighter: Lost Shadow - Round 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He had no idea how long he was down there. Minutes, hours, days, weeks, none of that seemed to matter. What did matter, on the other hand, was that Avery was still alive. A bit beaten and bruised, perhaps, but still alive. That was an encouraging thought. With that out of the way, he turned his mind towards his next issue: getting rid of those rocks pinning him to the cold metallic ground.
"Stupid piece of " he grunted, tugging himself underneath. He leaned his head down and closed his eyes.
He did have some good news. Uncomfortable as his position might be, nothing seemed to be broken, his legs in particular in spite of the gruesome appearance of his current predicament. The mess of earth, stone, and metal managed to only pin his lower half from the chest down, meaning his arms were free. Wiggling his fingers, he still had feeling in his hands, another encouraging sign. &
Ichiruki ep.6Ichiruki ep.68 months ago in Drama More Like This
Rukia fiddled with her shoes. Angry and annoyed. She kept picturing ichigo's stupid face in her head. "Why?" She had yelled after him. "Why are you saying this? HOW can you be saying this?" he had looked at her as if he had not had a clue.
She groaned, as she finally managed to get her shoes off . She tossed them on the floor and knocked over the other shoes. She was so tired of crying now, honestly, did she even have any more tears left to shed? She had opened up to him, confessed to him her feelings. Was this him chickening out? She felt so confused. Her head was splitting, it felt like it would blow up any minute now. Rukia knew ichigo could be cold, rude and even a little mean sometimes, but this, this was not like him. He were alot of things, but evil...no. Cause doing this to her, saying what he had and then pretending not to...that was evil...truly evil. "Ive been in love with you for a long time" The words echoed in her head. Rukia clenched her fist and carved her
Species Bio - The ApibaraSpecies Bio - The Apibara4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
(Ah-pea-bar ah* almost silent ending) A combination of the Indonesian translations for Fire and Ember, Apibarai plural.
Height: Females stand at 8 ft to 10 ft tall fully mature, Males stand at 10ft to 14ft
Weight: 6 to 10 tons at full maturity, born at .5 tons
Lifespan: 60 years in captivity, 40 years wild missing limbs, 45 years wild whole
Diet: Carnivorous eating small to medium sized creatures and the carcasses of larger prey.
Discovered/Created by: Lhune, Adopted and Owned by: Lookin'
*these stats are average
Origin of Name/Discovery:
Walking in the wild jungles of Indonesia, Ilse Lhune Gort discovered the Apibara wandering in search of creatures that no other human being had seen. Despite the Apibara being mistaken by the native islander as the fire deity Kilmira's demented spawn, the outside world had never heard of the creatures. She first noticed an odd smell in the air upon entering a particularly open section of the jun
Shadows in my MindI want them outShadows in my Mind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but they won't let me go
they occupy my thoughts
keep them in the dark
lurk in the shadows
when I'm in the light
drag me into them
when I'm left alone
they show me the end
how I can lose you all
everybody I care about
all of whom I love
taken away from me
so I stay behind alone
afraid to love again
for the fear that I'll lose
lose them and myself
in the madness left behind
in the mess called my mind
The Thirteen GhostsChapter One: Ghosts and other StuffThe Thirteen Ghosts3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You can see and hear thirteen ghosts?" Mikki Marsh, the one who looked exactly like her twin, Mara, who has been my longtime crush, asked me, disbelievingly. Her light blue eyes widened in bewilderment and I couldn't really blame her. The notion was totally bizarre.
Yes, I can see and hear thirteen ghosts. In fact, as I was talking to her in the safety of our house's basement, those thirteen entities she was asking me about were staring at me, waiting for me to say something. I shrugged at them over Mikki's shoulder and the action was not lost on her as well. God, this girl's a keen observer. She also looked over her shoulder, hoping to see them but no, she couldn't see them. Sense them, maybe, but not see them.Unlike me.
You would think it was a gift to see ghosts and talk to them every day of your life. Well, it's actually not. I think of it as more of a curse. Not that these ghosts were bad or evil or anything of the sort. As a matter
Depression,Depression, is when I wake up under a train, and I can't move.Depression,5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Depression, is when my brain turns off and my body sits there, motionless, a hollow plaster cast.
Depression, is when I open my eyes, but can't see.
Depression, is when I'm pretty convinced that nothing is real.
Depression, is when I'm curled up in a ball, crushed in a landslide.
Depression, is when I cry until my eyes are raw, and wake up confused.
Depression, is when I lose faith, hope, love, and interest, in absolutely everything.
Depression, is when I forget to eat, and sleep, and talk, and shower.
Depression, is a black narrowing slippery slide.
Depression, is a coma.
Depression, is waking up on the wrong side of the bed every fucking day.
Depression, is Mount fucking Everest.
Depression, is never being really asleep.
Depression, is never being really awake.
Depression, is when I lost all my morals.
Depression, is when I abandoned God.
Depression, is when time lost all meaning.
Depression, is when I sold my innocence,
BecomingBecoming2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As the earthworm emerges from her ear canal, following the blood-slick trail down her cheek, the girl can't help wishing she'd listened to family.
Her body is the feverish rush of tempered steel plunged into icy waters. She doesn't know how long she's been trapped down here for. She bases her concept of time upon the alignment of the sun, the moon. Her eyelids are heavy and even if she could open them, she'd see nothing. The smell of dirt, rich and damp, fills her nostrils. She struggles, but it's in vain. The earth is cocoon-tight around her. She pauses and then alarm shoots through her as swiftly as an arrow.
She can't breathe!
Dirt hits the back of her throat as she gasps suddenly, clogging up her windpipe and making her cough and splutter.
She had to get out of here. She has to get out of here now.
Her left hand is above her head. She squirms, hoping she's not got too far to move, hoping beyond hope that any moment now her fingers are going to crack through the surface, feel
A Precious Rainbow, Part 3'A Precious Rainbow'A Precious Rainbow, Part 34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
3.1 - A CRACK IN THE CASE
Two sets of hooves raced down the dirt path towards the finish line. One set light brown; the other set cyan blue. Neither was giving an inch. The uproar of cheers from all around grew louder as the finish drew ever closer.
"I'm not gonna just give this to ya, Rainbow. I respect ya too much to do that. You're gonna have to take it."
ONE WEEK EARLIER
When Twilight walked into Sugarcube Corner, she was surprised to see a few ponies making purchases.
"Oh, why hello there, Twilight. What brings you here today?" Mrs. Cake greeted.
"Well, I heard the crime scene investigation is complete, they got everything cleaned up, and that they allowed you two to open shop again. Just thought I'd stop by and see how everything's going."
Mrs. Cake finished the transaction of the current customer at the pony and bid them a good day.
"It's been a little slower than usual, which I suppose is to be expected. But the general bel
Dragon Names (update)• TemeraireDragon Names (update)2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
• Night Fury
• Golly Gosh
• Lord Octa
Comatose VeinsA little plastic cageComatose Veins2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her black hole eyes beg for a chance
A child of coma blue lost in a carpeted room
The maggots and flies squirm inside of her
The skin flakes off
The child drowns in the words painted on the walls
I pick apart my body to feed her
I promised I would be her tourniquet
I release her from the plastic cage
And she unites us together with her stomach worms in my mouth
The skin on me flakes off and my eyes turn to black
I see her eyes and they're hollow white
The butterflies and beetles and seahorses hang in display
Behind the wires shows the isolation in their decay
She and the child roam the corridors
And I'm pinned to the wall and become the moth
Will You Be My Valentine? She let a lock of hair fall on her face.Will You Be My Valentine?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her green petticoat was buttoned to her neck, and her gaze was laced to the ground. She stared in wonder, just wonder, if what she was thinking would ever become real. The bus squealed to a stop and she loosened her grip on the beam above her. An elderly woman who was applying her red lipstick stood up, and took her bag in hand. Quickly adjusting her leopard print coat, she walked past her, trailing cheap perfume in her face. The woman took her hand out of her pocket and deposited extra change in the bus fare box and stepped off the bus.
The girl watched her go off as she took the woman's seat. As the animal coat woman stepped off the bus, she met in another man's arms who kissed her passionately on the mouth, pulled away, to reveal
One way from homeOne way from home11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So far gone, yet still walking in the rain.
On the dead end street, with the one way lane.
Tears and rain drops, leave the same stain.
No-one need know, if I'm silent in my pain.
yet an other piece of shitSomething strange is in the skies,yet an other piece of shit3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know it, as the empty feeling,
Drains the last sound,
Like it fades, the last light
The sound of my voice,
Drips like drool from my mouth
I hate the way it sounds
The words I wrote,
Still tainting the white
I hate the way I write
I try to paint a face
But I fail to start
I hate the way I draw
Turns over in my mind
The moment it gets dark
I'm afraid in the night
Try to embrace
A non existing fate
As blood spatters gather on the ground
My own paranoia,
something that haunts.
The sounds that make,
My fate too sweet,
I try to block it, try not to weep
I don't think she knows
The things I think,
In my mind to deep
Mistake I've made over and over
Yet I never seem to recover
I'd like to tell her my deepest thoughts
The once that fly free,
At night alone
But I'm afraid of the things she might say
When I vomit, my confession upon her lap
"Ik hou van je"
Please do, love me back
MercenaryMercenary6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The light glistened off her chest.
It reflected from the cold blue steel of her breastplate with the same glare that drifted from beneath her soft red bangs. The facade that she had to maintain was a pleasure, and a burden. She enjoyed it; the dance she played was fun. The curse was that she had to. Woman didn't exist in her line of work; not any with her level of skill, at least.
Jaquet removed her gauntlet with a silken grace that she added to most of her movements when she was in public.
Once again, she had to knock down someone's ego. It was sad that so many people needed to step up and test themselves with her. Why did everyone need to try to best her? Was her reputation and status so important to them that they needed to personally try and knock it down?
She knew why. She was a tool. People used her. In her profession and in most other aspects of her life. The other regulars of the pub coaxed the man into it. They knew what would happen to the newcomer; it had happened
The Angels of Death part 2The Angels of Death part 23 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Dantius III. This world stands somewhere deep into Segmentum Ultima. Third planet of the system, it is widely known in the Imperium as place where you could afford luxury goods. Being that planet was wealthy thanks to the large deposits of admantium that lay only several meters beneath ground in the planet's northern continent. It is there the great mines of Dantius are raised and ore is processed and shipped all across the Imperium, allowing for increased production of power armor, tanks, ships and other forms of war machines nd armors that Imperial forces are suing all across the galaxy. All of its 20 billion citizens lived a harmful life, in more than 6000 years since the original colony was founded no one ever attacked them until now. Several weeks ago contact with villages in the eastern mountains was lost. And few survivors that escaped to the city reported about armies of Daemons and Heretics pillaging, burning and killing everyone, Planetary Governor was not a