Red vs. Blue: ProjectAgent Texas: the legend, the marvel, the warrior.Red vs. Blue: Project3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Without her, Project Freelancer would have no purpose.
She was the true creator of the Project.
He had spent his life searching for a way to bring Allison back. His love for her motivated his every move, his every breath. Losing her so quickly had broken his heart but at the same time awakened a part of his mind he didn't know existed-pure determination. There was a way he could bring her back, but doing so would only be possible through the use of artificial intelligence.
She wouldn't be his Allison, but she would be alive.
The process had taken him years to discover. Posing as an ally of the military was a great way to get access to resources unavailable to the common scientist. Of course he was researching the advantages an AI integrated into the suit of a soldier would have to their performance; of course the request for the military's top agents was purely to strengthen the resistance against the invading aliens.
Of course he wasn'
Versatility -5- (The Walking Dead)Versatility -5- (The Walking Dead)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A/N: For clarification, Sandra is the name of Clementine's babysitter. Genevieve was the name Omid suggested in S2;E1 when pressed for a girl's name for his and Christa's baby.
"I have done bad things. I can't take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am."
— Veronica Roth, Insurgent
Clementine briskly paced through what was left of Howe's Hardware store. After their recent encounter with a wayward family, Clementine wasn't feeling well. She wasn't focusing on what she was looking at, or where she was going. There was so much blood everywhere...Bullet shells, parts of people...Walkers with their heads shot. She kept imagining the faces of those three people she'd just turned away, considering what kind of bad things might happen to them. Then she considered what kinds of bad things could've happened to her, or to Jane, or to AJ, if she'd let them stay.
SnugglingSnuggling4 years ago in Settings More Like This
She turned on her side and readjusted her pillows for what was probably the hundredth that night. As weary as she was, sleep should have been an easy task. Unfortunately her mind did not want to cooperate with what her body was demanding. Her mind wanted to think about Earth and all the horrors taking place there, about Kaiden and the angry bruises on his face, about Palaven and about Garrus. She hoped her turian friend was alive and well. Shepard uttered a dejected sigh and pulled herself off the mattress. She arched her back, stretching the sore muscles on her lithe frame that protested against the notion of having to do more work. Perhaps a stroll around the Normandy would ease her mind. Shepard stepped into her slippers and made for the elevator.
The CIC had been eerily quit even if the hour was late. The silence a reminder of when the Collector's had abducted her crew. Shepard chased away the memories of the Collector base. She did not need another horrible thing to dwell on. The
(TWD Discussion) Clem and Jane VS the World(TWD Discussion) Clem and Jane VS the World1 year ago in Editorial More Like This
Disclosure a la Kyle Bosman: I am a person with ideas and feelings about stories n’ shit, and I’m just expressing them. I am in no way trying to play “backseat game designer” because I’m actually really enjoying TellTale’s stories lately. I’m just inspired to express my ideas that ep. 4 popped into my brain.
I’ve seen episode 4, Amid the Ruins, three times now (played twice). So now I can express some thoughts and ideas about things without fearing that they’d be impossible if X or Y decision was made.
SO I WILL BE DISCUSSING THE WALKING DEAD GAME SPOILERS from up until Season 2, Episode 4.
So here’s the thing: Jane is fucking awesome. She is exactly the kind of character that is needed right now. Molly from Season 1 was similar but Jane is more fully realized, is a bit older, and is in a much better position to actually have the potential for longevity, in the same sense that Kenny has. Kenny is a mor
I don't hate youI don't hate you, but sometimes I want to rip your heart out from your chest and hold that pulsating organ in the palm of my hand. I want to see your eyesyour bright blue eyesstaring up at me fearfully, filling with shiny, graceless, pointless tears. I want to hold your heart in my hand forever, knowing that you know just as well as I that from this point on, you are mine, and mine alone.I don't hate you5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I want to tear apart your chest and grab that beating heart, feeling the warm blood pooling around my feet, the delicious red staining my shoesand my handsfor the rest of forever. I want to stand in that crimson pool until the end of time, knowing that you will never be able to look into anyone's eyes other than mine, that you will never be able to hold anyone's hand but mine.
I don't hate you, but sometimes I want to kill you and lock you up in a room somewhere far away, knowing your dying eyes will be staring into mine forever, your limp and lifele
. misconception .Sweet bitterness lies. misconception .5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Upon withering roses
Of psychotic love
For he cannot see
What truly lies beneath their
Create his utopia
From forged flattery
It is I who is the fool
Dreaming we can be.
butterfliesi woke up yesterday,butterflies5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and didn't cry.
i've forgotten why i used to,
why i should,
and i don't understand
when you look at me piercingly,
are you looking for my soul?
i think it blew away in the wind,
a butterfly with feathery wings
of shimmering lace,
Wilted SaladOh God oh God:Wilted Salad5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what's wrong with me?
Some days I feel
like such a problem.
My faith it seems
like a wilted leaf,
stepped on by many,
without the strength to stand;
trembling, ugly, weak.
Why do you water
this weak salad patch
when there are roses
more glad for all the care -
more grateful, more beautiful,
more deserving than me?
I feel your love,
and yet I feel
so rotten, undeserving still.
Why is this? What's wrong with me?
what I need to do
is shut up, and just look to you,
my gardener who cares for me,
the light that will not let me go,
the water raining down on me,
though I'm not worth such love as this.
Instead of worrying about my worms,
to simply be still,
and know you are God;
to let go, drop all,
say yes to your call,
to accept your grace,
undeserved as it is,
once and for all.
The cast so farThe cast so far3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The cast so far:
Tali: Cute nerd that fits in with the geeks and the cool kids
Jack: Hot punk girl always sneaking in to clubs underage. Laughs in the face of authority and always in detention
Miranda: Prim and proper honor roll student and leader of the cheer squad
Mordin: Super geek. Big glasses. Loves video games
Garrus: Captain of the football team
Thane: Soft spoken out of town kid. Big in to philisophy and maybe a bit of a hippie. Studied at a monastery where he learned martial arts. Liked by all
Kai Leng: Goth kid everyone hates. Hates Thane for being so likeable
Zaeed: Grizzled old crazy groundskeeper
Anderson: Principal who is just but fair and liked by the students
Udina: Vice Principal always scheming to get Anderson fired as he thinks he'd do a better job melding the childrens minds
TIM: The creepy science teacher who is quietly doing experiments on school children
Samara: Hot biology teacher
Kasumi: Gossip girl of the group. Wears a hoodie and always SMSing gossip around
ProstheticMushroom clouds appearing overProsthetic5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
love torn victims, a slew of bodies laid across
roaming hills and strawberry fields,
how I wish I could be in this place forever.
Forever is a strong word: I often make
the mistake of confusing forever with temporary
ailments or temporary excitements, in either
case I'm a fool for holding onto things that
These prosthetics, these aesthetics, anesthetize
and put me down, because honey
if love were administered in doses
I'd be one too many deep.
But unlucky for me, it all came at once,
and my limbs are numb while my hands
are tied, and every ounce of me wants you back.
But even God's graces couldn't bring you back to me,
but I promise to you darling, by the grace of God
I'll bring you back to me.
My betrothed, betroth me with your love
and wash me with your sin,
because lovers and sinners are akin,
but for you I'd cross mountains and I'd move mountains
and I'd do just about anything it takes,
I'd swallow cyanide and I'd lacerate flesh,
Complicates and IsolatesI can't write,Complicates and Isolates5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't speak, most of
all I can't think
without you by my side.
I've lost my independence
and part of me knows it's wrong,
yet every ounce of me is willing
to carry on.
My refusal to turn around,
or my inability to let go
make my insides churn
and my body ache,
it's all making me sick
but I love every bit of it.
the road not taken.rewrite my scars to break the tortured archetype you never wanted,the road not taken.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'll forget how dishonesty can break spirits,
i'll forget how it felt to be abandoned,
i'll forget what it means to commit suicide.
there are two sides to every story,
heads or tails, as if you could actually make a decision,
where you had to rely on faith or luck.
we're on a narrow path, sheltered by our blind spots, each other,
all for the sake of going in a direction,
but still too co-dependent to have a destination.
you're never meant to achieve your wildest dreams,
because your darkest fear is having nothing to care about,
but no-one tells you what to do when your wildest dream is apathy.
desire and suffering,
the cause and effect of empathy,
self-sacrifice for the sake of ritual.
i could swim in the depth of your soulful eyes,
drowning in sorrows can be a very literal phrase sometimes.
i feel echoes of my faith shattering around you,
like i knew the world would never be good enough to you,
like i thought i was the
ME1 After NoveriaME1 After Noveria3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Title: Mass Effect 1 - After Noveria
Author: by Servala, translated by Xiiphous
Game: Mass Effect 1
characters/pairing: Jane Shepard/ Liara T´Soni
Disclaimer: Mass Effect and its assets belong to Electronic Arts and BioWare.
No copyright infringement intended.
Commander Shepard stretched after a recent conversation with her pilot and now just wanted to sleep. She liked Joker, but sometimes he talked too much and never got to the point. Her head was pounding. What a day, she thought. Noveria was in some ways a success, since they had received the information they needed from Matriarch Benezia. The puzzle was coming together slowly and Saren wouldn't be able to hide forever. Unfortunately, there had been no way to save the Matriarch from indoctrination.
When Benezia died Shepard saw only Liara. She saw the desperation in her eyes when her mother died. Back on the ship, Jane tried to talk with the Asari but she deflected the support. She would prefer to remember her mother as s
See-Saws, Jelly Beans, VelcroRemember when we were children,See-Saws, Jelly Beans, Velcro5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And see-saws and jelly beans and Velcro shoes
Were justified in their existence by ours?
The sky held all our questions, all our answers, and all of us.
There were white masses of explanation
And yellow freckles of constellation.
Simplicity, its very essence, defined who we were.
Swing sets: cold metal chains and warm plastic seats,
Held together by poor workmanship
And laced with other's sweat
Were the only friends I ever had.
New faces, new masses, new bricks
All became common occurrences as I faded
Deep into the background.
Underlying social disabilities were to blame
For a mutt of a child who only knew books and teachers
Who knew more then she should have
Who was tired of see-saws and jelly beans and wanted to tie her own shoes.
They were to point at
When she was older and lied in the grass
Reading old novels and British literature
And snacked of green grapes, and only green grapes,
Because the red ones scared her.
Thrown off and of
SFS: Lineage (Chapter Two)Shepard Family Stories: LineageSFS: Lineage (Chapter Two)3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
A young turian leans against the wall, eyes constantly performing a tactical sweep. His black and blue armor gives off a small sheen from the overhead lights. A green targeting visor rests on the right side of his face. He turns his head to one side, "Cassie, you almost ready?"
A voice comes from within a large mass of wires and cables. "Will you stop nagging, Gabe? This isn't as easy as it looks. I'm having trouble finding the right connection. If I pick the wrong one, I could shut off the artificial gravity….or worse, life support."
Gabriel Vakarian sighs to himself, "Hillary? What's Aya's status?"
A calm, calculating, female voice sounds in his earpiece. "Our fearless leader is about to meet with Aria. Oh…..we have a slight complication."
"Aunt Kaycee's here."
"Oh, spirits…..we are going to be in so much trouble. Cassie? Better hurry up. Aunt Kayce
SFS: Lineage (Prologue)Shepard Family Stories: LineageSFS: Lineage (Prologue)3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
(25 years later)
Kaycee sits quietly at a table in the Apollo Cafe. The lights reflecting off the streaks of grey in her hair. Ah….I love the Presidium. A chipper voice jogs her back to reality. "Anything else I can get you Commander."
She looks up into the bright perky face of Kimberly Vega. She had inherited her mother's fiery orange hair as well as her personality. However, her eyes had her father's determination. "I could use another cup of coffee, Kim." As she pours Kaycee another hot cup, she notices the distracted look on the Commander's face. "Something on your mind?"
Kaycee shakes her head, "It's nothing, Kim. How's your mom doing?"
"Oh, she's doing fine. She loves her teaching job at the Grissom Academy. Though I do think she worries after Dad more than she lets on."
"That's Kelly for you. Always more worried about everyone else than herself." She thinks to herself, It would have gotte
Third Times the CharmInspiration is hard to come by, we'veThird Times the Charm5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fallen on hard times, and at this rate I feel
as if my artistic merit is dropping faster
than stock. Maybe
people no longer find the value in investment,
perhaps the product I'm pushing or
the business I'm managing is no longer
viable. I guess
I've just lost sight of my dreams,
my aspirations and goals blur together,
and no longer does this pursuit seem attainable.
In my mind, I've put everything into
it, but deep down I know
that my devotion is lackluster,
damn right lackadaisical,
and as of late I don't know if it's worth it any more.
But these are all doubts and trials
that we all face daily, whether our dreams are
right in front of us or far from sight,
maintaining motivation is a trying task,
but at the end of the day we must remind ourselves
that the work is hard but the end goal is absolutely worth every minute.
Mass Effect 3 Alternate Endings. SPOILERSMass Effect 3 Alternate Endings. SPOILERS4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
MASS EFFECT 3 ALTERNATE ENDING *SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY*
**EDIT** Holy crap this got way more attention than I was expecting. The comments and support have been amazing everyone!
A few points: Credit where credit is due; this ending, as much as everyone seems to love it, was only created because the amazing team at Bioware created a universe that was so rich and full of life and detail. As much as I know a lot of fans are hurt by what they did, we need to remember that Bioware still created an incredible trilogy, one of the best ever. So hats off to them all round.
Also, this was written really fast and so the ending (specifically the last part on how you actually win using TIM's signal) isn't very fleshed out. I know there are holes, and they can actually be fixed quite easily. This isn't perfect. Also, this doesn't deal with a 'happy' ending. If there were to be one, or you were to even CONSIDER taking the fourth option, you'd need to be damn ready. I'm talking ALL war assets e
fireworksThe boy was an artist.fireworks5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He worked with his eyes and hands in perfect unison. The teachers sighed as he swam through his classes absentmindedly, imagination focused on higher goals. Numbers and report cards were meaningless. Math instructors were more eager to see his artwork, crammed into the margins of his assignments, than to award his effortless high grades.
He didn't think he was special. I don't think he thought of himself at all. The world he had created was one of pure fiction and impossibility, and was as limitless as the heavens. He was not included. Maybe the same way God doesn't participate in the earth he made.
He loved people. He loved me especially for who I was. I'd never met anyone more honest or, coincidentally, more kind. His compliments would breathe life into a dying day, for they were as genuine and precious as diamond. That smile of his let me know that it was free.
"Your confidence is the reason people like you. They see that you love yourself and they reciprocate
the shade.we're centre stage, and ghost-lit,the shade.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as we recite our well-rehearsed sentences.
our lines perfected by casualties of the heart.
violent words drip down your devil-may-care tongue;
like acidic bullets down the barrel of a gun;
hollow, pointless, self-mutilating,
an itinerary of critical shrapnel just waiting to be fired.
smoky, warm and confused verbs,
mystify envious nerves lying in wait,
beneath captivated skin.
the hollow words echo within me,
reverberating against the walls i've buried myself beneath,
they ricochet with endless, piercing quiet.
your stare, hauntingly commanding,
binds and sears flesh to bone,
with blazing wires,
carved from concentrated sorrow and paralysing fear.
the sounds of your impassioned distaste,
are betrayed by empty reflections,
that shimmer on the surfaces of shallow waters.
the lengths of your compassion and empathy,
stand as nothing next to originality,
incandescent shadows of cheerfully blind negativity.
my fantasies and dreams betrayed in neon lights,
Protectors of EarthProtectors of Earth4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ashes fell down from the sky as Shepard, Liara, and Garrus began their final stand against the horde that was the reaper spawn before them. Shrieks from the Banshees could be heard over the hum and roar of the Reapers above, a chill resting over the group. Rumbling like that of an earthquake shook them as a myriad of Brutes made their way to them, flipping cars and charging at full force. Shepard shared a small glance between her comrades as they dashed from one another, taking cover at different points, determined not to be surrounded by the horrors. The missiles from the tanks had taken down the Destroyer off in the distance as they took their positions in the rubble.
Commander Shepard raised her assault rifle as she charged forward. Assaulting the nearest Brute with a barrage of bullets, she could see Liara out of cover in her peripheral, firing her Locust as she exterminated a group of Cannibals and Husks with a Singularit
Mass Effect: Legacy - Chapter 2As Shia made her way back towards the dormitory, entering the common room she spotted David. He'd gather with some of the other recruits by a small table in the far corner, slumping down in a sofa that seemed to be a bit too worn down and soft for comfort. He spotted her almost immediately as she walked in, waving excitedly.Mass Effect: Legacy - Chapter 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Shia! Over here!" he called out across the room, stifling the soft murmur of the other recruits momentarily. Shia froze in place for a few seconds, then shrugged it off and made her way over to the group. Here we go... again.
"Hey Dave" She greeted him, feigning confidence
"You two know each other?" the question came from the small girl in the sofa, the same one who she'd seen at assembly and who had been the first call up at roll call.
"Yeah, well... no, not really" David replied "we chatted a bit during transit, the rest of you were too busy examining your feet for 15 hours straight" a teasing smirk growing across his face
"Douche!" the girl huffed "could
Die Tryinggame:MASS EFFECT 3Die Trying4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
characters: FemShep/Kaidan, Tali/Garrus, EDI/Jeff
In the end, I made the only choice that I possibly could. Though my life would be forfeit, everyone else, including EDI and the geth would survive, not just the humans and other organics but all life artificial and otherwise. Though it was not the ending to my life I had hoped for it was the only one that would keep everyone I loved and cared about alive. The reaper threat would end today and the battle for life would end. I couldn’t ask for anything else… except… to say goodbye.
I looked at the AI child standing next to me waiting for me to make my decision. I smiled sadly at him knowing that he was the reason I was in this mess to begin with. All I wanted to do was raise my gun and fire into his little head, but he was nothing more than a hologram and the bullet would just phase through him.
"I hate you." I frowned at the little monster and turned my back to him. Opening up my omnitool I
NtE: Defiant Ch. 4NtE: Defiant Ch. 44 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Author: Colin Gleason
Game: Mass Effect
Characters: Cole Shepard, Tali, Kait, Liara, Joker, EDI, Anderson, Hackett, The Committee, Shala'Raan, Zaal'Koris, Han'Gerrel, Daro'Xen, Kal'Reegar, Morte
Disclaimer: Mass Effect is copyrighted by BioWare but Kait is mine. Morte however is death-dealer1368's Quarian OC.
Ch. 4 Behind Silver Eyes
After a week of working on the communications network, Liara decided to visit her long time friend Shepard in the hospital. Every day as she worked on repairing the network she could sense Shepard's strength coming back. His glow in her mind always kept getting brighter and brighter, and she knew it was because of Tali.
Eagerly she opens the door to the decontamination room then pauses in the middle of the room so the decontamination mist covered her fully. Once she past the screening she quietly slipped in and watched the two women talk amongst themselves. She easily recognized one of them as Shepard's adopted sister Kaityah, but the other sh