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 Film2 years 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
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,
Dragon Names (update)• TemeraireDragon Names (update)3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
• Night Fury
• Golly Gosh
• Lord Octa
Nine Daring AsatruTune: Ten little Indians (1868)Nine Daring Asatru3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Nine Daring Asatru were calling Odin´s migth;
the stormwind blew them all away, and then there were just eight.
Eight Daring Asatru conjured the Volva´s ken,
the Volva took one back to Hel, and then there were just se'en.
Seven Daring Asatru invited Loki´s tricks,
one heathen laughed himself to death, and then there were just six.
Six Daring Asatru did blot a goat alive;
the godhi struck and missed the blow, and then there were just five.
Five Daring Asatru were shouting loud for Thor;
a lightning flash struck down at once, and then there were just four.
Four Daring Asatru were going for a spree;
the sacrificial bog was cool, and then there were just three.
Three Daring Asatru drank home-made mead and brew;
all Midgard spun and Asgard reeled, and then there were just two.
Two Daring Asatru of Frey were making fun,
Frey did not find that funny, no, and then there was just one.
One Daring Asatru, he did not stay alone:
he spread the word and
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
absent resolvei.absent resolve10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i cradle my hope
with both hands,
as if holding it close
will give it the warmth
to stay alive.
when you come near
it flares and rustles,
begging to take flight;
yet i am both caress
we have confused our signals,
mixed our drinks and
closure looms ominous
but i would rather forget
than be caught in this
luminous void of
i am weak
you are blind,
perhaps we could be
if only we spoke.
you have unknowingly
in helical fundamentals
about my identity,
shaped me in
the embers of
i wish i knew
when to release
this frail hope.
we're both drunk
and you're shaking,
caught in a moment
neither here nor now.
bring you back to
the present, and i linger
but you are eager to eclipse
so you run.
i'm too afraid to ask,
but at least the question's
we're both cowards.
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
The Life Story of an ObjectThe first time he dies, you find him in the bathroom. His legs are splayed flat on the floor, his head fallen forward. Blood leaks along the off-white wall behind his head, and the gun lies loose in his limp hand. At least he had good aim. Your bare feet are cold on the slick linoleum; it's too fucking early in the morning for this. You step back into the bedroom, crawl back under the sheets. You tell yourself: tomorrow morning, you will wake up, and it will be different.The Life Story of an Object5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You tell yourself: tomorrow, it will be better.
In 1522 A.D., the expedition led by Ferdinand Magellan finally links the East and the West, rolls the flat map of the world into a loop. You wonder if a Möbius strip might not be more accurate: you'd have to cut out Antarctica and the Arctic Ocean to make it thin enough to twist around and connect, but this doesn't seem like an unreasonable proposal. No one travels
Street Fighter: Lost Shadow - Round 3Street Fighter: Lost Shadow - Round 34 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. &
Waking to RealityAUTHOR'S NOTE: I figured I'd stick this here, just in case the beginning of this deters you. Read on before determining that Spike is totally out of character, ok? I promise, it makes sense in the end!Waking to Reality4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Tall and skinny.
Aggressively hunched posture.
It's him, all right. Spike.
I hesitate to think of him that way, but I can't help it. No one loves him like I do, I know that And I know he doesn't feel the same, but I can't help it. He's He's always been 'my Spike'.
Not in a possessive way, though! Just In a way that I care where no one else does. So I'll do what I can to take care of him like no one else does.
Thing is I can't believe he's here. At the tree house I've come here every day for the past two weeks, and he hasn't been here. I doubted he'd ever want to see me again after Well All that
I figured he hated be, but There he is.
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 - Studies6 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 Blood3 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 23 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
Analysis of the MetaconExcerpt from the memoirs of Field Marshal Daunex Phandur dis ZvahAnalysis of the Metacon3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
[Thoughts presented in an oratory format]
People often compare the Metacon War to a long hunt. In a hunt the distinction between predator and prey is quite clear. Often times during the war it was hard to discern which of those two we were.
The Metacon were no animals. They moved silently and effortlessly blended with the land. They marched tirelessly day and night, laying traps and ambushes everywhere. They felt neither pain nor fear.
Never once did we have the element of surprise and each encounter with the Metacon left us with fewer and fewer men. In one campaign I lost seventy men in the course of three weeks. sixty four to the Metacon and six to fear. We never stood a chance.
Their marksmen took out my snipers from miles away, their shock troops killed Oravores with nothing more than their bare hands. They took in everything around them and responded instantly to changing circumstances. To us what w
Nyutopia Part 1 of 2By: D. R. Nyan-chanNyutopia Part 1 of 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
NOTE: Read aloud at your own risk...
Gather around my little kawaiis. I, Storyteller Sasha, have a wonderful tale to tell. It’s very important that nyu all knyow the origin-nyof our wonderful Nyutopia and how it came to be-nya.
Unfortunyately, this world wasn’t always the paradise we nyow knyow it to be. Many, many reincarnyations ago, a joyous and genyerous sky rock gently landed with a "BOOM!" near a small island far in the direction of the Left Paw. This sky rock had a wonderful gift to share, but unfortunyately rocks don’t move on their own-nyan nyo one knyu that it was there.
Nyaaa, I can’t help but cry w-when I *sniff* think about how l-lonely it must have been-nyaaa.
In the time it took the world to go through all its seasons twice, nyat a single sister came to help *sniff*
Depression hurtsBroken, shattered, torn into piecesDepression hurts5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Caught in a world where everyday life ceases
Depression, cutting, bleeding my heart
Everything I loved is all falling apart
Everyday life feels more like a chore
There's not a whole lot I can do anymore
I don't expect you to understand the pain
although, if you did, I wouldn't have to explain
One cannot say "no pain no gain"
For emotional pain is hard to maintain
It cuts deeper than the deepest cut
Imagine a wound that would never shut
You bleed and bleed but you put on a smile
thinking if you do, the pain would go away for a while
But at night is when it all comes back
everything you tried hard for, all falls off track
You often wonder if life is worth living
when people around you can be so unforgiving
and no matter how much you try to stop crying
inside, emotionally, you feel like your dying
Before you even think or say "stop being so depressed"
We wish we could and it's causing us more stress
It doesn't go away with a mere hug or a kiss
Do you re
The Four Horsemen of WormwoodThe Four Horsemen of WormwoodThe Four Horsemen of Wormwood7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The familiar smell of autumn hung in the air, very much like the dying leaves adorning the trees, holding on with a loosening grip before slipping from the branches. Outside of Wormwood High School, while a menagerie of amazing and unbelievable students walked, loitered, and generally did what students do, a tall, skinny teenager stood alone and apart; the white skull emblazoned across the back of a dark gray shirt seemed to shine like a beacon as a warning to keep away, as he stood by his lonesome, staring out into the blue with eyes darker than an abyss and a lit cigarette hanging precariously from his lips.
You shouldnt be smoking on school property, Dando Grimm. A teacher had approached him from behind, but kept a good distance still and called out a warning, his arms crossed and foot tapping. While the teacher may have believed he was intimidating and in control, he looked quite ridiculous at least, he did to the student.
RunI need to escape,Run3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need to be free.
I must surely run wild.
I long to laugh and see.
Run, run I shall run out of fear.
I will flee from the threat.
I shall go far not near.
A place that is safe,
That is what I need.
I need no familiar face
So, I take off with speed.
Forget what I have left
For it is surely gone.
Time is running out,
They will be awakened by dawn.
So, I gather my things
And swiftly go away.
There's nothing left for me here
And no reason to stay.
But I'll admit, I'm glad that I'm free.
After years of being controlled, I can finally be me.
Pathetic IWhen it's all over,Pathetic I3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When all is said and done.
Are you finally satisfied?
Do you think you've won?
But don't you see the damage?
Just look at all the pain you've brought.
You know, you've just lost more than you've got.
Don't you know it's useless?
Your effort's just in vain.
I can clearly see the lies you've placed,
In your little game.
And I just can't believe that I've fallen
For someone as pathetic as you.
Because even for one second,
You couldn't be true.
I really hate your smile today,
It's really annoying me.
Now that I look at it,
You have crooked teeth.
Your smile that was so radiant
Is now just such a different thing.
Why don't I ever notice the cloud that it brings?
You are such a liar.
I'll never believe you again.
But I know that I'll be better than you
I'll do everything I can.
I'll make you regret your lying
And find someone who's better than you.
Oh yes, and Vincent?
We are so through.