Warford Vs. the T-80Warford Vs. the T-803 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
James Warford's T-80 Follies
This article was originally titled "T-80: The Soviet Solution, The Tank's Missile System is Aimed at NATO's ATGM Vehicles, Not Tanks", and was written by everybody's favorite compulsive liar, James M. Warford. It was first published in the January-February 1987 issue of Armor Magazine. You may remember the name from before --- he's the guy who has an unhealthy fixation of the failed T-64, and he coined the bogus term "Premium Tank" (that no other writers have taken seriously, as demonstrated by the fact that only Warford uses the term). You may also remember him as the guy who uses dozens of "Phantom
Sources" (a Suppressed Evidence Fallacy, along the lines of Senator Joseph McCarthy claiming to have a list of X number of Communists in the State Department --- which was later discovered to be a LIE).
This time he's out trying to convince the armor community that the T-80 and it's gun-launched AT-8 Songster missile are some sort of Soviet conspiracy to
The Toxic Hotel voreWarning: sofe vore, Micro, Macro, half full ride vore, intestinesThe Toxic Hotel vore3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a great day the sun shinned bright the trees blew in peaceful breeze as well as the tall fields of grass, Toxic a black dragoness with green toxic markings on her shoulder, along with green horns, green tail-blade, even a green underbelly and the reason why she was called Toxic was she had the power of toxic but she was nice dragoness and a good friend as well.
Toxic laid in the tall grass watching the white puffy clouds in the light blue sky today she had gotten a latter from her friends Griffin, Amber and Mike that they were coming for a visit. Toxic had a plane for them she wrote back to them that she was going to have a surprise for them Toxic had made a small sign made of wood with the word "Hotel"
Mike a human who wear a red jacket and a par of jeans walked beside two dragons Griffin a light green dragon and his friend Amber a blue dragoness they walked both walked in the tall grass to wear Toxic had asked t
What Friends Can DoWARNING: Contains blood, suspenseful situations, and slight vore!What Friends Can Do3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kazio belongs fully to Jenae, the scenery was made by the wonderful Ragingfire1, and Mark, the character, belongs to me!
Ragingfire1 wrote the breathtaking introduction and the scenery and I wrote the interaction and befriending. Raging said he wanted it to be me interacting with Kazio so I'll just use myself but please, thank him for his huge contribution of the beginning/middle and the initial, amazing idea to do this. Without it, this story wouldn't exist. Hello, this is a co-story that I'm doing with Ragingfire1. We decided to do a story dedicated to Maw-Eats-People10 aka Jenae as she is one of my closest friends and we both saw that she was very sad, angry, and depressed earlier this week. We as her friends wanted to write this to make her feel better and hope that we portrayed her featured character, Kazio, with all her merit and beauty. For you Jenae…
The eerie silence of the abandoned town unner
Predators luck(vore, soft vore)Predators luck4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This all a random story so go easy on me
Deep in the forest a small house laid asleep all was quiet in the home, from inside a young boy by the name of Cire wanted to leave his home. He was tired of being told what to do. Tired of being the youngest. Tired of always being treated badly. HE HAD ENOUGE! Cire had packed up all he could get in his back-pack, he grabbed his gray jacket he went to his window then unlocked it. He opened the window then climbed out, he did not stop he ran the grass beat ageinst his legs making them cold and wet. He had reached the forest, before he knew it Cire was trapped in a cage of trees the grass was tall and wet from dew he was miles away from his home but he could still see his house it srunck being thow he was miles and on top of a hill. He was still walking for quiet some time now his legs were starting to get tired he had to stop for awhile, he sate down by a tree then reached into his back-pack. "lets see?" he thought
Be a ManPlease read the author's comments after reading this. This was meant to be an equal rights piece, not just women's.Be a Man4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I might not be hot.
I might not be skinny.
Hell, I might not even be the girl your father wants you to bring home.
But that's not my problem.
It's not my desire to be your slut, your whore.
I know I'm not the girl the team talks about in the locker room.
And don't you for a second think I wish I was.
I wear what I want, do what I want, go and say what I want because I'm me.
I'm me for myself, I'm me for God and I'm me for life.
Nothing you say or do will ever change that.
And if you're reading this and you're one of the boys that I find myself lucky enough to call a friend?
Don't hurt me.
Don't give me a reason to believe that you're all the same, that the good I see in you is fake and exists nowhere in your gender.
Don't treat me with less because I have more.
Attraction is one thing, but don't try to tear down my beauty because I don't suit what
A Very Human AngelUnion Home Dimension: Earth, Imperial Palace Star CityA Very Human Angel8 months ago in Settings More Like This
The night was a cool one, earth always did seem to have the best evenings of any planet. But then again, your home is always the best. The breeze at the top of the Imperial Palace was cooling, it was a hot day earlier but now the sun had dibbed below the skyline of the massive city allowing the summer heat to subside. Myric didnt mind at all, he loved summer, and the heat. Perhaps that was why he was married to the Angel of Fire? He chuckled to himself, he could hear roaring cheers from back down the palace, and also from the vast city below. It was the celebrations for the defeat of the Draken. To think... Nearly 60 odd years ago he defeated Xanthos, the greatest threat to creation. He wasnt down with the others though, he had come alone to the top of the Palace with a bottle of alchohol to look out across the Earth. It was then he smiled "You know... I know your there"
Ellio smirked as he stepped out of the slight shadow b
The Terror of Skies: Cynder voreWarning: Soft vore, battleThe Terror of Skies: Cynder vore3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In a house surrounded by forests a boy wearing a red jacket and a yellow with a pare of jeans walked up the stairs then into an hall way were he entered into a room
"Hey Deeth," Mike called to his friend Deeth was a magician with green hair, he wear a black leather coat and a blue pants, and very good at magic Deeth was working on a spell Deeth looked over at Mike "I'm working," he said in an annoyed ton Mike paused then pulled up a near by char and sate down watching Deeth move his hands around a light blue orb that was flashing quick light beams, then a loud humming noise it began to make the room vibrate, "Mike look OUT!" Deeth shouted as the orb exploded blinding both Mike and Deeth then the orb began to grow bigger then it created a portal both Mike and Deeth were sucked into the portal.
Mike's heavy eyes open to see he was in field of tall grass as he looked in
Dragon of the night(vore, soft vore, dragon vore)Dragon of the night4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A small human village that stocked many wooden houses laid quietly in a calm mist of fog, All the village was at sleep many were comfortable in their beds asleep.
A young boy named Galen staid asleep as like all the others.
The boy opened his eyes slowly (he woke up) his body was warm from the covers on him in his bed, there was goop in his eyes he brought his hand up and wiped the goop from his eyes, he lifted his top half up from the covers, he scratched his head making his hair shaggy then he took his legs out from the covers, he stepped out of his bed, Galen looked over to a desk beside his bed. he reached down to his desk and opened a cabnet that had clear paper in it. he took out one page then placed it on the top of the desk he picked up pen from its jar then dipped the pen in the jar a few times. the black ink dripped from the tip, He began to creat a head then a long neck that curved then added a body that was just a blog then he added the legs t
Street-Light BystanderWARNING: Contains vore and suspenseful situations!Street-Light Bystander3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hey everyone, this is a request for maw-eats-people involving her character, Hallow, as a naga and his "interesting" experience with a young girl who happens to be at the wrong street light.
Flashes of light shone by as a cool wet shower fell on the darkening skies above. Reflections of benches, the soft steps of people, and street lights reflected off the now damp asphalt. The shimmering skyscrapers and the buildings started going dark as the pale sunset continued its ever declining cycle. The night lights sparked to life as the evening approached. The flags on the cities' only bank flew proudly in the brisk breezes picking up in the air. The clear glass doors open smoothly as a pretty and young woman steps out into the cool evening atmosphere.
Her straps from her leather overcoat started flapping freely in the wind while her smooth face began smiling at the beautiful night, her auburn hair blowing harmoniously through the ai
A freindship in need part 2A freindship in need part 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(counting vore story)
"that's a nice name," Timmy said
Alena the blue scaled dragon smiled at his comment Timmy stood up still in eye contact with Alena,
"I'll be going now," Timmy began to move then he stopped by the pain in his body.
"ouch," he said
"wait, let me heal you, your hurt," Alena said in a worried ton
Alena slowly lifed her head down and so close to him Timmy was now face to face with Alena's muzzled lips, he had fantasies like with that he would get that close to a dragon and now he is, Alena slowly opened her mouth he flet a blow of hot, warm air exhale right on him and warming him out of Alena's long line of fangs came her pink, red tounge that began to lick his face the saliva covered his face clining the cuts on his check Timmy had taken his shirt off for Alena to clean all his wounds he put his shirt back on he did not mind that the saliva was still wet on his skin it healed his wounds and it made the pain go away.
"thank so much,very much, thank you," Timmy
A freindship in need part 1A freindship in need part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(here is short one again just imagen it as a anime)
A little boy ran thorw the forest the wet leaves batted his body making him cold and wet, he did not care how cold he was he was too upset to care his checks were wet not from the dew covered leaves but his tears, he had his eyes closed he did not notice a tree root in the soil he felt his leg being polled down as his foot got stuck on the root he fell to the ground hard his body was aching he was cold, his leg hurt, and his sadness made him feel even more pain he was chased out of his own home by bullies and he was beaten, splattered tomatos and shot at with paintball guns he cried harder he was hurt in many ways he tried to move but his leg eroptied with a sharp pain he could not even crawl now he just laied there in the mud it began to rain the rain created small pools around him he closed his eyes and tried to sleep.
It had been hours the young boy was freezhing he felt his body being lifted up he hard
Dark ProtectorWARNING: Contains vore, suspenseful situations, transformation, and slight nudity.Dark Protector4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
All characters belong to me.
Deep in the tundra plains and snow-covered forests of Canada, there lived a small boy in a remote town, nestled in the heart of this vast country. This boy was only five years old when his mother dies from pneumonia leaving the child in the care of his uncle, the father having left years before. For nine long years, the boy's uncle treated him very poorly. Despite the child's best attempts to avoid his relative's wrath, many nights still ended with injury being placed upon the boy. Since their town was more remote than most, their tiny log cabin only had electrical heat for a few hours a day, and so the two were forced to warm themselves by an ancient wood furnace the rest of the time. A favorite cruelty of the uncle was to send the boy out into the winter's cold to gather wood and logs for the furnace that night.
Even though it was freezing outside, and there was little to d
Build Your Own New World Order Conspiracy Theory!1. Who are the villains in your theory? Choose one or more of the following.Build Your Own New World Order Conspiracy Theory!1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
-Skull and Bones
-Council on Foreign Relations
-Jews(If you don't wanna sound anti-semetic,just use the term "International Bankers" instead)
-Bohemian Club and/or Bohemian Grove
2. What's their progress so far?
-Already control the world
-Trying to take over the world and they must be stopped!
3. How are they gonna take over the world or reveal that they own the world? Choose one of the following.
4. What other evil things are they gonna do/already doing? Choose one or more of the following.
-Bring the Antichrist to power
-Persecute Evangelical/Fundie Christians
-Bring about sexual immorality
-Fabricate/Create global warming(If you chose this,read up on question 4a.)
-Brainwash us(If you cho
BitterweedBitterweed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the crows have taken their pound of flesh and eaten it raw,
dragging their voices down the chalkboard sky.
medicated, i watch them feed with empty Auschwitz eyes,
every day is the same claustrophobic affair over again.
i miss the taste of axenic fear in my throat,
but my new world is monochrome and i am forced to swallow their synthetic ambrosia.
twisted into my fetal pose, i mark the walls misted from my metric breath,
they say those in glass houses.. but i have no stones to throw
or i would waste this crystal mausoleum from the inside.
they nailed my wings to the floor,
they keep me tranquilized and tell me this is home.
the shower drains are clotted with famous last words,
this is where savages and wandering savants come to die.
i am the leaden albatross around my own neck,
my metamorphosis brought me here.
The Strangest of Places [Rescue Bots]Chapter Nine: A Little too SeriouslyThe Strangest of Places [Rescue Bots]3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Kade jolted, whipping himself around, gun and all, to face the threat. An unending line of trees greeted him, and he slowly rotated, uneven breaths sprouting in clouds of vapor, beads of sweat running across his brow and down his neck.
The woods around him were dark, shadowy, and seemingly desolate. This apparent fact did nothing to calm him.
"Well, this is what I get for having a wimp like Blades as a partner," he joked softly to himself, in a failed attempt to downplay his predicament. He gulped, eyes darting around the bare forest surrounding him, Adam's apple bobbing, before he moved forward to continue on his way. He hadn't even taken a step before a volley of projectiles erupted from the dense bushes, nearly each one hitting its mark, the sound of them piercing flesh gleefully affecting the covert attacker.
Kade's scream could be heard high above the forest canopy.
"Kade? Kade, do you copy?"
Dani waited impatiently for her brother
Wolf Legend - Part VIII8. RunningWolf Legend - Part VIII6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A bullet hit Andrew in his lower right rib, but not deep enough to puncture his lungs. Rabeka screamed covering her mouth as Andrew buckled over in pain, but he stood his ground.
Mel lowered his gun, watching with pleasure as Andrew showed pain; grunting and breathing heavily.
Ouch, Andrew finally muttered, as he sucked in his gut, and stood up again, as if the pain didn't bother him anymore. He still felt pain, his eyes flaring bright yellow only for a moment as he tried to ignore it. Rabeka's hands lowered as she stared in shock. Luckily she could not see what was happening.
Blood soaked Andrew's shirt, trickling down his stomach and leg.
How? Mel managed to whisper, as he watched Andrew stand before him, unphased by the bullet.
Andrew felt his eyebrow rise as he grinned, showing a fang distend.
It's on, he whispered, letting out a low growl as he advanced towards Mel, who had already begun to back away. Mel's colleagues backe
A good freindship voreA good freindship vore4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
vore story image it like a anime
Deep in the forest a small 12 year old boy walked along the paths of the trees he whered a red shirt with short sleves and normal black pants the cold october air blew in whisoled brezz. The boy's name was Mike he was very childish all his life he always loved dragons he would read about dragons and watch movies no matter what he did it had something to do with dragons, He walked in a filed of tall grass the tall grass pracktikly over towered him since he was short, He looked up at the sky the sun was beging to set beyond the hills the sky was turning a orenge,yellow color.
"its getting late," Mike said to himslef
he knew he had to get home but he wanted to stay out more,after many hours the sky had become darker the dark blue skies had finaly came and the shinning stars dimanded across the skies.
Exile-Chapter 1: ExileExile-Chapter 1: Exile3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Soundwave didn't just sift through data; he reveled in it. No signal was unheard, no code was unbreakable, no transmission was safe, no computer system protected. The buzzing stream of information that sped across his visor was like an abstract painting. The hum of signals and transmissions; a symphony. And he loved every bit of it. So when he received a notification on his visor demanding his presence at Lord Megatron's side, he was somewhat reluctant to put the console in sleep mode, and leave his workspace.
The door hissed open, as the Head of Intelligence walked out, his visor telling him that Megatron was not at the bridge as usual, but rather, on top of the Nemesis. Soundwave felt a pang of uncharacteristic uneasiness, but he brushed it away, as he walked down the warship's spinal corridor. He sent out a command to the elevator controls, allowing him to step in without breaking stride, as soon as its doors opened. Hitting the button for the appropriate floor,
Jingle Bells-- Halo 3 StyleRiding on a 'hogJingle Bells-- Halo 3 Style4 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!
ZombiesWe need an Alice. My breath shaky I closed the door, not knowing what to do next.Zombies7 years ago in Horror More Like This
You still dont get it do you? We may be the last two humans! Were more than royally screwed! Is this all a game for you? A movie? A book? Umbrella Corp isnt real! There is no way to stop the virus! We arent the S.T.A.R.S.! We arent trained, these zombies arent smart, there arent any zombie dogs, but the zombies; they ARE hungry. And most importantly, were alone! All alone! Everyone might be a zombie by now! There is NO ALICE!
His sudden outburst startled me at first, but when his words finally reached my mind they echoed and pounded. I started to sob, to cry. My hope was shattered. I didnt feel like I even had Trip anymore. I was just a lonely soul surrounded by impossibilities and no way out.
Cry quieter, theyll hear you and come. Trip cocked his gun and watched the door, list
They Have Returned Ch. 1They Have Returned Ch. 12 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Alright Ghost team," began Commander Palmer, "just got word from the eggheads up top that one of their research facilities has gone dark. They've tried ever channel they could think of and they have been unsuccessful in raising their buddies. They think the Covies broke in, jammed their signal, and think the bastards are in the process of breaking into some pretty sensitive data files. That's where you guys come in. What I want from you is to infiltrate the facility, kill any alien bastard that gets in your way, find a terminal, copy the data, and purge the building."
"What do you mean by 'purge', Commander?" asked a Spartan named Daniels.
Palmer gave him a look. "Apparently the eggheads say that the facility is already too far gone to recover. They don't want the Covenant getting their hands on anything that would benefit them in any way," Palmer explained, "That's why we have to level it. Demolition charges are already packed in the pelican. Commander Rachel Auri will be l