Legend of Zelda - Milk Bar"Ha ha! My boy, you probably can't hold your own milk! That's why you're feeling so sick!"Legend of Zelda - Milk Bar4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Link smacked his son on the back, causing the poor teen to lurch forward and spill some of his overpriced beverage on the counter. Actually, what was making Chirin sick was the smell of the stuff they were drinking and the way his father was behaving. How could a perfectly innocent looking bottle of milk do so much to one's nervous system?
"You see, son? The kind you find at Malon's Ranch back in Hyrule is fine and dandy, but it doesn't hold a candle to Termina's famous Chateau Romani! I bet you can't find a single drink like it in the world!"
"I think I can believe that. You know what, Dad? You can have mine. It will just go to waste."
"Aw, are you kidding? The night's only beginning! Here, drink up, boy! Drink!"
Link shoved the glass to his son's face, laughing heartily as Chirin choked the liquid down. His face turned quite pale as he practically withered back into his seat. He didn't
Photoshop addicted couple.A conversation between a Photoshop addicted guy and a girl, by Mikeleus.Photoshop addicted couple.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Guy: Hi there!
Guy: Uhmm what are your actions?
Girl: Nothing, just walking in my workspace.
Guy: I see Maybe you would like to merge with me?
Girl: Maybe yes, it depends
Guy: My pen tool is really big.
Girl: Uhm that sounds so burning!
Guy: Yeah can you show me your foreground?
Girl: Here it is: (gives the link)
Guy: Wow I like the curves of your shape. You look like a feather, my levels are going crazy.
Guy: Now my pen tool turned into a hard brush. Can you increase the contrast?
Girl: Yes. I would smudge your brush with my bare hand and then doge it, burn it, dodge it, burn it.
Guy: I'm having a stroke. I'm dripping a white color space.
Girl: You know, I'm having wet edges too; my bucket tool is so 255; 0; 0. I want you to overlay your layer on mine. Can we multiply and then duplicate?
Guy: don't think so, my scratch disk is full. I'll just
Team Fortress 2- Chapter 1Team Fortress 2- Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Wave goodbye to ya head, wanka."
The Sniper pulled his trigger.
The Sniper cocked the bolt on his gun and climbed down from his perch. He straightened his hat as he walked to his camper van, a triumphant grin on his face partially hidden behind his mirror shades. He started it up and drove over the bumpy terrain of the Australian outback, his dashboard bobble head bouncing wildly.
Life on the Australian outback ain't easy. It was hot, dry; loads of animals itchin to finish ya off; Ya had to be dressed properly. Wide brimmed hat to keep the sun outta your eyes. Long sleeved shirt for when the going got tough(his shirt was khaki) and a vest with pockets full of ammo. A good kukri didn't hurt neither.
He'd spent many nights sleeping in the compartment above the cab of his camper van. Sometimes he'd run out of ammo and have to pull out his kukri to do the job. But no matter how bleak things seemed, he always prevailed in the end.
Sometimes it was too hot to do anything,
FirebreatherYou are not a man,Firebreather3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
neither god in deed.
Born coldhearted beast,
painfully, you bleed.
Glows into your soul.
Heats onto your tongue.
Powers to your mind.
Kills where you belong.
Thrown away, you walk,
sharpest of the mile.
Under broken flag,
written down: Exile.
Man of nations, none,
think where did you wrong.
Which law disobeyed.
None, you were too strong.
Fallen the angel,
up demon's the mask.
Take what they live for,
the senses don't ask.
Be the storm they fear,
They will fear your name,
According to Creepypasta, once you play Pokemon... You are never allowed to stop. Pokémon is a lifelong contract, and once you press start, you're together forever.According to Creepypasta, once you play Pokemon...2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Hacking games is asking for trouble... more than you're prepared for
Missingno and the like are sins against Arceus. Do not pursue them.
FireRed is also a sin against Arceus. Buy LeafGreen instead; that seems okay.
On that note, the older games need more love than the newer ones. The older they are, the more love and time you must dedicate to them. Scientists are working on a formula to say specifically how much time should be dedicated based on , but results so far are inconclusive.
Contrary popular belief, suicide isn't a sin against Arceus. It's actually encouraged. Why he favors Lavender town remains to be seen.
Rats do not belong on ships.
There is no such thing as a power button. Not until the game is done making you its scared little bitch,
Feed it to the LionIt began with the lion, or perhaps it had not.Feed it to the Lion2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In other cultures it was the Wolf, or perhaps the Serpent; possibly even the Shark.
Some entered the sorrowful gullet of the Raven, and the scavenging beak of the Vulture.
But no, that was suicide. They knew not that had fed the, "Lion."
Than again, they are at no fault, the Lion devours what it can.
I associate this beast moreover than others, but I do not recognize the relationship as hunter-and prey.
Nor the equilibrium between why it allows us to feed it,
and when it saviors it's meal.
All it knows, is to simply raise its salivating lips, and to retract its talons, impatiently flickering its tail.
The rationale of why, is simply said as it has been repeated.
The Lion knows when it is to be nourished.
Growing so fond of each meal, why should it change it's ways after all?
Humanity and transgression have been relatives. Humanity and love as well.
But do not brother and
MK Guest Fighter: SCP-993from SCP FoundationMK Guest Fighter: SCP-9932 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Costume 1: …What he always looks like. Just look at an image of him on his SCP page for reference.
Costume 2: Inspired off The Joker; his clothes are purple and yellow and his hair is colored yellow. Also his makeup is altered to look like Nolanverse Joker's makeup.
Bobble the Clown is a psychotic clown who hosted a very dangerous children's show that taught kids 10 and under how to become demented serial killers when they grow up. Those over the age of 10 who se the show would be put in comatose state until it was over. In his show, he taught children how to commit gruesome murders and other such horrific activities including torture, mutilation, and even cannibalism. So far, he has released 5 episodes all before the SCP Foundation contacted the FCC to cancel his program and have captured him and locked him away along with tapes from his evil television program in a containment chamber under the codename of SCP-993. However, Bobble
Mary-Sues: Part 5Writing Realistically . . . According to the UniverseMary-Sues: Part 53 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I’m sure I’ve told you that you have to be as realistic as possible in order for your character to seem, well, real. Believable. Three dimensional. Someone who can practically pop out of your writing or comic and interact with you. The truth is that was half of an exaggeration. Yes, be real, but only as real as the universe it takes place in is. If the universe is more manga-esque or cartoony where the average female can punch a burly person sky-high, and you create a character who doesn‘t do anything of that sort, or if you as the creator think you can‘t do that, then your character can become quite plain because you‘ll restrict yourself. Basically, be as real, or as loose, as the universe is.
If you’re a person who constantly makes the, “This is totally unrealistic” comment when reading a story, especially in fan ficti
Lusii- Moving OnI gaze down at the small infant in my curled frame, horns lightly curled, much like my own large ram horns. The grub refuses to sit still, burgundy body continuosly wriggling and inching this way and that as they try to escape my white embrace. I try to shoosh it with a soft blare, but when its eyes, wide and bright, look up at mine, I lower my head.Lusii- Moving On3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
She was never like this.
My dearest troll, Aradia, had always lain still when I'd urged her to sleep. She did as told, smiling and happy as ever. This one had been nothing but a rebellious little brat since I'd brought him home from the Brooding Caverns.
I sigh as he finally manages to crawl free of me; little black legs working quickly as he waddles off again.
My wings are wrinkled, my nose peircing pulled and my poor legs nearly buckling beneath the weight of the obese wriggler on my back. He's been clinging to it non-stop, which, while it is familiar -causing small spurts of nostalgia from my last grub- is also painfully annoying.
Binding of Isaac- descriptiveBlood oozed between the small boys toes as he gripped his sides tightly, his body shuddering with the sobs that rose uncontrolled, standing in the centre of the room amidst the carcasses of monsters who had attacked him and fallen under the sheer strength of his grief.Binding of Isaac- descriptive3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His mother. His mother. His mother.
Isaac wiped a tiny hand across his face, looking around his dim surroundings. Why would this happen? He had been happy. Why had his mother been so willing to destroy him? What kind of God would command that he, a small boy, be killed for the glory of Him?
He stepped towards the wide, inviting threshold of another room, hearing the patchy breathing and tinny whine of mutants and bugs inside. His only companion now, after his mother had killed his pets for God, was a small fly that buzzed amiably around him, unaware of the blood soaked walls, and the red stains across Isaacs face, accompanied with the black smudges of coal that was a gift from another creature, a demon, who had wanted to
TF2: Quick story about Little MikeTF2: Quick story about Little Mike2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
On Mike's 10th birthday, his mom gives him an old looking plush with a human body and eight octopus legs. She said it was named Mr. Tenta and belonged to his uncle who disappeared a few years ago.
Mike loved the present so much. He promised he will treasure it forever in memory of his dear uncle.
In school, Mike was really happy about the present. He had no friends and often sat alone, but thought he could make some pals by showing them Mr. Tenta to them, but sadly they all laughed at him. Soon most of his classmates were calling him 'baby' and jeering at his 'silly' stuffed toy.
However, for every kid that bullied Mike, Mr. Tenta came alive in their dreams. His mysterious abilities allowed him to enter their dream and horrify anyone that dare harm Mike. The bullies left Mike alone after that.
Mike never knew about his plush's strange powers until his mom died. His mum was the only family left for him so he was forced to stay in an orphanage where his only friend became Mr. Tenta
Ain't No Redemption - Chapter OneOf Gunpowder DeedsAin't No Redemption - Chapter One1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There are many ways to kill a man. A blade in the night, poison in his drink, or hands around his throat. For the unjust, who ride the wastes on malignant steeds, the question of death had many answers.
To those who sit on the thrones of justice, with scrutiny in their eyes and the word of the law upon their tongues, the answer was the hangman's gallows or the headman's block.
For he who stalks this Fragment, where the Deadman himself comes to play, the question of death has but one answer. But he is willing to repeat it six times.
-From, The Lay of the Gunfighter,
Thibian Crass, 3092 AFL
The Deadman's Waste,
The Fragment of Tume,
Gourgeist ReportGourgeist (the Pumpkin Pokémon) is a rare Ghost/Grass-type Pokémon found among grassy meadows and forests within the Kalos region. While they might not have the most frightening of visages, Gourgeist are surprising powerful creatures that can easily bring a bit of a bang to any battle they take part in. They might have some lovely singing voices, but you would be better off keeping your ears shut the entire time, lest you find yourself under a terrible curse that no one can easily remove!Gourgeist Report1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Both the members of the Pumpkaboo and Phantump families are completely unique from other Ghost-type Pokémon in that their evolved forms are not actually ghosts at all; as strange and amazing as it may sound, the evolved forms of these Pokémon, Gourgeist and Trevenant, respectively, are actually living creatures that have been reborn through the only truly confirmed case of reincarnation. Under normal circumstances, because both of these families end up depending on photosynthesis f
DreamsDreams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I close my eyes
in darkness deep,
awaiting the embrace of sleep.
my last escape
from a world of lies
and foes wearing a friend's disguise.
and as I fall into sleep's hands,
submit myself to her commands,
does she let my mind fall still
and empties it, for dreams to fill.
UsUk - TwinkiesAmerica walked into the kitchen, eating a Twinkie. England was leaning against the counter with a teacup in his hand.UsUk - Twinkies4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What on earth are you eating, America?" England asked, eyeing the Twinkie suspiciously.
"It's a Twinkie, silly," answered America, handing the package to him, "Want one?"
England looked at the plastic wrapper and read some of the ingredients list. "Um No thank you."
"Aww, why not?"
"Because I don't eat food that has more chemicals in it than actual food."
"Would you eat one if I stripped and fed it to you by mouth?" America smirked and began unbuttoning his shirt.
England's face reddened and he stammered, "There will be no need for that."
America pulled his shirt all the way off and stepped toward England. He trapped him against the counter and asked him, "Are you sure about that?"
England reddened further but he answered, "No."
America raised one eyebrow. "Come on, bitch, we're going upstairs." He grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the staircase.
How NOT to do an RPGYou are a mighty warlock. Your parents were eaten when you were a child, by bears, with guns, from the ghetto. They were gangster bears and your parents owed them money, you poor thing...You then somehow discovered that you had a twin brother who became the demon lord of an evil empire--lucky bastard. The world is now on fire and it's the fault of your family. You feel, despite your many years of being a crotchety recluse, that it is up to you to save the world. You decide this one morning, after getting out of bed. What do you do now?How NOT to do an RPG11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
> Five more minutes...
You sleep for five more minutes, but your pressing desire to save the world rouses you.
> No it does not.
Yes it does.
> Kill myself.
I recognize the fact that you've made a decision, given however that it is a 'stupid ass decision', I have elected to ignore it. What do you do?
> Wake up, grab a brush and put a little make-up. Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up!
You head into your bathr
Rubber ChickenLaughed at.Rubber Chicken3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Constantly laughed at.
Pulled at the neck,
I let out s squeak.
Constantly laughed at.
Thrown across the room,
My body lays limp.
Constantly laughed at.
Squeezed, and pulled, and chucked, and thrown,
It's what I'm used to.
Being constantly laughed at.
You Wouldn't Download a ZombieYou Wouldn't Download a Zombie2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Elementary particles (and all 'matter') are artifacts of the staticness of the observing framework.
- Dreamer's Handbook
Rob eyed the big red button, resisting the temptation to push it. "Hey Pete, look what I found!"
The salvage operation was one of the most promising their crew has been on; the demons slaughtered everyone in the underground facility and retreated without taking any of the spoils. They did leave, however, corpses in blue and white labcoats with blood smeared all over.
"What!" Came the muffled reply from the far side of the corridor.
Many of the reinforced doors were already bashed in or broken in half. Naturally, the crew raided the blood depository first - no self-respecting vampires would let all that tasty blood get ruined. It's good we arrived in time, while there's still electricity. Not even the clan leaders knew why only facilities such as these had electricity and working technology - or if they did, they surely did not bother telling Rob.
Cooking with Enoby [ONESHOT]through-the-dark Epic Productions is glad to present to you..."Cooking with Enoby", an amazing culinary one-shot based on My Immortal - starring Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way, Draco Malfoy and Vampire Potter, with cameo appearances from Britney the prep, Raven/Willow, Prof. Trevolry, Dumblydore, Volxemort, Snap and Loopin.Cooking with Enoby [ONESHOT]3 years ago in Humor More Like This
*Helena by MCR starts playing. On the screen, in black goffik writing are the words "Cooking with Enoby". Blood is pouring from the last word like a fountain. The screen fades, the song ends and we see the protagonists behind the counter - Egogy in the middle with Draco and Vampire next to her.*
- Okay, so for all u cool goffik fans out there, this was a tribute! And special fangz to Raven who hleped me with da recipe! U rok! MCR ROX!, Enoby said sexily.
But then a young man with a lung brown bread (geddit, used for cooking) and a camera in his hands (ew, not in that way, like Snap and Loopin!) made the terrible mistake of reminding her to actually start
The Role-Player TestThe Role-Player TestThe Role-Player Test4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Are you enjoyable to role-play with? Is your character original, or a cliche? Do you foster an environment that is condusive to others participating in the role-play?
Similar to the Mary Sue test, this will give you a cumulative score which will place you in a range that will indicate just how likely it is that people find you enjoyable to play with. This is meant for characters used in role-play only, as it takes into consideration your play style as well as the character you have created. Just keep a tally of your score, and watch out for point subtractions. Please only score your character based on traits that they currently possess.
And keep in mind, this is just for fun.
Your character is not human at all. (+1)
Your character is some sort of elf (half elf is some sort of elf). (+1)
Your character is:
Half human. (+1)
Half vampire. (+1)
Half werewolf. (+1)
Half dragon. (+1)
Half demon. (+1)