GLaDOS - VoicesIt has been just a few days since your programming began. You are nothing more than a round core of circuits; you are delicate, feeble, barely wrapped by a steel skeleton.GLaDOS - Voices4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
On the desks, the projects already say otherwise. The lines on the paper build complex maps, tracing a huge future for you - they show hundreds of wires and embroidered metal boards, a high-tech hard disk, and what, so they say, will be the most precise system of lenses in the world.
You wait, patiently. Your senses are still dim; the small optic is weak, whereas touch, smell and taste won't exist in your world.
Most of all, you hear. You hear their speeches, you hear their laughs; you hear a male voice repeating orders, as your supervisors type them in. Simple instructions – simple footage of experiments, with audio comment.
watch - and - learn
Always, every working day, you hear them say that you will become something great. You believe it – it is a fact, a truth like any other.
A night you can
Bio: Reggie the BeheeyemBio: Reggie the Beheeyem4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Reggie the Beheeyem
Other Names: Reginald (Real Name), 3142 (Home Planet Name), Megaphone (By 2048 and Mimi), Captain (by Mimi), Reg (by Jade, Mimi, and Kiki), Spaceboy (by Mimi), Loser (by Mimi), Son (by 1732 and 1245), Big Brother (by 7890 and 7891) and Uncle Reggie (by Petal).
Pokeball: Luxury Ball
Mimi the Audino (Mate)
As an Elgyem, he spent his first years being raised by his parents, before going for training on his home planet. His parents were high ranking aliens from training school. His ancestry was that his family at first were low ranking aliens, specifically his grandmother.
Sneaking into a mission, Reggie's grandmother landed in the Kanto region and fel
Brutaka's Game 2: Ch 4Brutaka's Game 2: Ch 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Brutaka's Game 2 Ch 4
Sarah sat quietly on a crate, feeling stupid that she put locks on them while her captors had the keys. Hera looked out a small porthole while Janet sat down with her arms folded and her back against the wall. Her head looked down with disapproval written all over her face. No one spoke while the boat gently rocked up and down. Sarah stared at the wall as though she was in a trance. Slowly her eyes became heavy. She yawned a few times before adjusting herself into a cradled position. Right as she was about to go to sleep she felt a slight sensation, as if the boat was slowing down. All three were startled when the door opened.
A large blue and gold-armored figure walked in. While Janet and Hera looked at him worried, Sarah felt more confused.
"Brutaka? No, impossible he wouldn't disguise himself like that, his colors are too obvious... or does he want me to think that?"One by one the being looked at them. He looked at Janet with surprise and disgust, then t
Typical Brony Leaving the FandomI'm leaving the pony fandom;Typical Brony Leaving the Fandom3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm done with all the gossiping and the bitching,
The back-stabbing and the gender-switching
Between people who pretend they're something
They're not. 
I'm getting out of the fandom;
I'm sick of its porn and its gore,
Its darker side and its desire for more
To join the herd of egotistical pricks
Like them. 
I'm tired of this fandom;
I'm bored by endless proverbs and morals,
By the puffed-up glands of internet quarrels
Of who loves and tolerates in greater amounts
And wins. 
I've had it with this fandom;
I'm hateful towards drama and exaggeration,
Towards those who react to every situation
That comes about and fucks with their next
Great idea. 
I've given up with this fandom;
I'm leaving DeviantArt and deactivating my account,
Leaving behind my reputation and getting out
Of this mess of a culture of childish
Well, I'm still in this fandom;
I decided to give it another shot,
Because without the bitching and the clop
Crafty Girls Fanfic: Angle of Darkness: Part 1Clove smashed her fist into the sturdy bark and recoiled quickly as sharp pain shot through her arm and pinched her nerves. She huffed in frusteration. This had never happened before. Well, before she had fell from her tree house and crashed into a couple of apple trees before landing on her arm. Clove sighed in frusteration again and rubbed the soreness away. Why did she have to forget to use shift while she was working on another extension to her house? Why did she have to make her house in the tallest jungle tree she could grow? Oh yeah, to be safe from the mobs, that's why.Crafty Girls Fanfic: Angle of Darkness: Part 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The faimiler chirping of her friendly rainbow patterened enderman drew closer as Skittlez teleported to her. "What is it this time Skittlez?" Clove asked. The colorful enderman chirped a bit more in response. Clove imedatily perked up and smiled. "That's a great idea! I'll go and call him now." Skittlez chirped satisfyingly to himself and picked up his block of cobble, and teleported away again.
Clove made a da
The Day of Broken Promises - A Stroke of GenieHi guys, third chapter! I've realised I've pretty much just done description for the first two but this one has much more dialogue this time. Enjoy! and please review!The Day of Broken Promises - A Stroke of Genie2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Misty looked at the sight in front of her with confusion written on her rosy face. It was not what she expected. From what she could conceive, she was back in the same mansion.
"Well this is a weird turn of events..." She muttered to herself.
With slow timid steps she walked forwards into the magnificent chamber. She cursed at how loud her footsteps echoed around the room. At the far end, a monster of a bed lay like a bloated Snorlax resting from a forest-sized meal which hid behind a shroud of beautifully interwoven silk. Somehow there seemed to be electricity in this part of the building as a huge crystal chandelier shone brilliantly, hanging from the symmetrical patterned alcove in the ceiling. She noticed that every inch of the walls were covered by bookshelves bursting with books of all sizes and ag
Hero x TigerThe banning of Hero/brineHero x Tiger1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
In the office, you could hear Notch's angry shouting at someone or something. Notch was scolding at the kneeling Herobrine for being loved.
"Herobrine, you know that you are a glitch, and you can't be loved! So, if I catch you dating a girl again, you will be banned forever!" yelled Notch.
Herobrine nodded sadly, with tears in his eyes.
"But Brother, Diamond loved me..." started Herobrine, but he was cut off.
"Diamond was a foolish girl to love you. That's why she was deserved to be removed from the game!" yelled Notch, his face turning red."Now, go and destroy something!"
Herobrine dragged himself out of the office, looking downcast. Until he saw me walking past, with my two thousand and twelve Minecon cape flowing in the wind, my long brown hair blowing. Herobrine looked up and instantly fell in love with me. I stopped and turned around, only to see a blushing Herobrine holding a red flower in his right hand, and his left hand was behind his back. I slowly s
TDF WeaponsTDF Weapons3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
TDF weapons database
Main Turret Artillery
Tachyon Artillery: Tachyons are slowed down below light speed by a gravitation trap with rotating polarization (changing direction), that is the reason why the tachyon gun is U- shaped, and fires two pulses per shot. The tachyons want to get back over light speed, and accelerate after leaving the gun, when they hit matter they lose their strange energy and transform the matter into antimatter, and break through the lightbarrier. The destructive effect is because of this caused by the antimatter, so the usage of tachyon guns in atmosphere is limited to zero, also in space the range is limited due to the exhaust of ships engines and interstellar gas, this causes the red color of the pulses.
Effective range: mostly used in mid distance combat (100 000km), maximal effective shot was one Ls (lightsecond = 300 000km), but had limited effectivity, due to the high loss of tachyons
muzzlespeed = 0.5 c up to0.75 c
mostly used in destructiv
Maid Wars Notes 01: Prin the PitilessMaid Wars Notes 01: Prin the Pitiless3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
I hope folks will excuse the summary-like nature of what you are about to read. This is actually the text of a response to a comment made on the previous post, but since it adds to Prin's back story, I thought I should put it here.
From Prin's days as a Greenskirt:
On a routine patrol, her rifle squad would encounter a small BeeDub unit, roving around on its own in the field. The other members of the squad are taken in by its innocuous little noises and beeps and its charming facial expressions. The women shoulder their weapons and kneel over the little drone like school girls over a stray cat.
There is even talk of adopting it.
"Are you lost, little guy?"
Then suddenly, Prin impales the intelligent device with her trusty Jet Knife, and raises her rifle.
Prin says nothing to the protests of her squad mates, who complain to the tune of,
Hedgehog-class interstellar tactical gunship specsSpecifications: McDaniels Shipwrights Hedgehog-class interstellar tactical gunshipHedgehog-class interstellar tactical gunship specs1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Crew: 10: pilot, co-pilot, navigator/sensor operator, tactical officer, 5 weapon systems specialists (WSS), electronic warfare officer (EWO)
Length: 224 ft 9 in
Wingspan: 194 ft 8 in
Height: 42 ft 2 in
Wing area: 324 ft2
Empty weight: 755,000 lb (342,770 kg)
Loaded weight: 978,224 lb (444,114 kg)
Max takeoff weight: 1,321,075 lb (599,768 kg)
Powerplant: 6 x Commonwealth Spatial Drive Works Mark VII thermonuclear fusion pulse engines w/trans-atmospheric boosters + McDaniels Astrophysical Warp Dynamics Type 200 time/space warp drive
-Dry thrust: 65,250 lbf for Mark VII (290.36 kN for Mark VII) each
-Thrust with afterburner: 124,225 lbf for Mark VII (552.80 kN for Mark VII) each
-Thrust from trans-atmospheric booster: 262,875 for Mark VII (1169.79 kN for Mark VII) each
FTL Performance: 10 Light Years per day
Fuel capacity: 342,850 lb (155,654 kg) internal
A Prayer to YemayaStar of the SeaA Prayer to Yemaya6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear you calling me
The crashing of the waves
Remind me of my first home,
Mother of mine own heart
I dance in your name
Embrace me wholly
With your grace
Through my Beginnings
And to my End
Teach me to
Swim in the Oceans
Of my dreams
Hold me close to your heart
Never let me go
just some metaphors to make you feel betterso i may write aboutjust some metaphors to make you feel better3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how hot showers make me gasp for air
like a whore because it burns but
i don't do anything about it
and that might be a metaphor for
how i like to feel overwhelmed
or for how i prefer my skin in a hue of fried pink
instead of rotting yellow because it reminds me of
death and pain does
just the opposite
and also i may write about
how when i stare at the stars for too long
i start to lose focus and lights blur together
and that could be another metaphor
for how I like to feel hungry for what's out of reach
or how i like to feel lost in what i sense
or how i like to feel like I'm drowning
in air for no fucking reason
maybe you don't care much for metaphors
and comparing my toes to river stones will not
make you understand me anymore than
it helps me understand myself
artists tend to exaggerate things
and make them look grander
or more vile than they are
because they hate living in a world
where rain is water drops and not
your very own metaphor for life
Audino Wants to Play - ORIGINAL PASTAAudino Wants to Play - ORIGINAL PASTA4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today I decided that I'd desperately need to level grind for the Elite Four. My team was pretty weak and stood no chance at all.
Shauntal dominated my Pokemon easily, as well as Grimsley, this was beginning to be a problem.
After multiple loses against the Elite Four, battling the trainers in the stadiums, I knew there was only one option left, Audino.
Audino gives a lot of EXP and EVs when you beat them, so it's only a natural choice. I set a lucky egg on my Pokemon and went searching.
Luckily there was some grass shaking the moment I went near it, hey, what do ya know? Audino!
I forgot to switch my Emboar out at the beginning, no matter, at least those with EXP share can get some EXP. I hit it with a flamethrower and continued looking for shaking grass.
Usually it's within 200 steps, luckily about 20 steps in I encountered another Audino. At first I thought it might've been shiny since the sprite showed up a bit darker, but disregarded that when I saw it was still pink. Might have ju
LipsSo softLips6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Melting me into
Clinging to you
Don't let me fall
It's too good
It's too good
Don't move them away
I love you
This is my phone....This is my phone....1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
This is my phone,
there's many like it, but this one is mine,
my phone is my best friend, it is my life,
I must master it as I master my life.
Without me it is useless, without my phone I am useless
I will dial my phone true
I must text faster than my brethren
who is trying to contact me, I must text them before they text me....I will.
My phone and myself know what counts in society is not the data we receive
Not the tweets we get,
The reblogs on tumblr, nor the likes on facebook.
Knowing the message is sent that counts.
We will send
My phone is human, even as I, because it is my life
Thus I learn it as a brother, learn its glitches, the specs,
its cameras, the download and upload speeds.
I will ever guard it against weather and damage
I will keep my screen clean and fingerprint free
As I am clean and fingerprint free
We will become part of each other. We will...
Before my family I make this promise
My phone and myself are free to do as w
Okami - PuritySometimes doing your best is not enough.Okami - Purity2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It’s what the cruel pain says, and it’s the ringing in her ears; it’s the sound of her magical barriers being crushed, shattered to pieces, layer after layer. It’s her fight to the last fragment of power – for her blood still flushes her face and her breath flows, and as long as she lives, she will not stop.
The shadow is still a long distance away, but it comes fast from the clouds, in poisoned rain – on the earth, Rao runs and cries in silence, stricken by death already. Life escapes her from her tears; because she knows she doesn’t stand a chance, and if she doesn’t, nobody else will. Her prayers crumble in a low wail, different from spells, different from curses. She feels she won’t have time to regret all the things she should. She will die like that – dirty, guilty, helpless.
It’s almost there – too deep to see through – a blackness that freezes her. She collects
SparrowSweetest Sparrow,Sparrow7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sing me a song
Let your voice
Fill my heart
And soothe my
Let your song
Always ring true
Do not hide
So many people's joy
Osprey-class long endurance courier specificationsSpecifications: Columbia Shipyards Osprey-class high endurance courier (HMS Surprise)Osprey-class long endurance courier specifications1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Crew: 7; pilot, co-pilot, navigator/sensor operator, weapons systems operator, communications officer, tactical officer, observation
Passengers/marines: Accommodations for up to twelve passengers.
Length: 204 ft, 4 in
Width: 302 ft
Empty Weight: 1,150,000 lbs (385,900 kg)
Loaded Weight: 1,450,000 lbs (476,700 kg)
Max take-off weight: 2,070,825 lbs (940,155 kg)
Powerplant: 2 x Commonwealth Spatial Drive Works Mark VI heavy thermonuclear fusion pulse engines w/trans-atmospheric boosters + McDaniels Astrophysical Warp Dynamics Type 200 time/space warp drive (McDaniels Astrophysical Warp Dynamics Type 50 emergency time/space warp drive attached)
-Dry thrust: 285,575 lbf for Mark VI (1270.81 kN for Mark VI) each
-Thrust w/afterburner: 402,820 lbf for Mark VI (1792.55 kN for Mark VI) each
-Thrust from trans-atmospheric boosters: 1,040,000 lbf for Mark VI (4628 kN for Mark VI) each
To The Beautiful YouTo The Beautiful You:To The Beautiful You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here we are, sitting behind these screens of glass,
Reading lines of text, yet smiling, laughing and crying.
It's strange to think that I could have this much fun -
Considering that I've never met you before, but then again
Perhaps that's the reason why I don't have to pretend.
Some people might tell me, that what we have is just a fantasy,
I doubt I'll have the chance to actually see you in this life-time.
But even so, in the time that we've spent together - Well,
I feel as though I've connected with you, more than anyone else.
I feel as though I know you better, than those just a few feet away.
You might take this little confession as something silly,
Maybe you'll even forget about it as time passes,
But I for one could never forget about someone like you,
And so I'd like to dedicate this piece, to the beautiful you.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th December 2012
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
Listen, Part 1Gray waves from a churning sea washed upon the shores of Stelt. Toa Onua Nuva watched them while walking through a seaside town on the island. As the breeze rippled the hooded cloak he wore, he idly wondered if it was going to storm soon. The dark clouds above suggested that it might, but an obscured sky was nothing new to him. Bright days were uncommon in a world ruled by Makuta Teridax.Listen, Part 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It had been a few weeks since Teridax assumed control over the Matoran universe. Not much had improved in that time: The city of Metru Nui, Onua's adopted home, had become a virtual police state; Daxia, the headquarters of the Order of Mata Nui, dedicated to thwarting any plans of the Makuta, had been razed; even the mercenary organization of the Dark Hunters had suffered an invasion of its base on Odina. That hadn't stopped the resistance, however. Freedom fighters like the Toa continued to rebel against Teridax, though they'd had little success.
Glass BoxA glass box amongst a crowd, no passerby paying it much mind. Trapped most my life in it, exposed for all the world to see. A man calls over friends and family alike, to show them my backside. Listening to them comment on how lucky I was to be saved, to be in this glass box. The man receives compliments for my apparent well being, even though all they see is the worst side of me.Glass Box5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Passerbies see the other end: the scars, open cuts, reopening wounds of the past. Muted screams echo off the walls of this glass box, my own. Those behind me comment on my disobedience. Who was I, to call for help, when I had already been saved! How ungrateful, how ugly!
A passerby slows to a stop in front of my box. We lock eyes. As they slowly walk away, I pound on the glass walls. There is not enough air.
I give up for a while; perhaps life is truly meant to be this way. Another passerby slows to a stop. With my last bit of strength, I bang and beg for help, too weakly for my captor or his audience to hear.