Hell or High Water Ch. 6"Aperture Prime detected. First quadrant. Sector two-nine-eight-zero-zero. Contain. Neutralize."Hell or High Water Ch. 63 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chell could still hear the announcement echoing in the streets from the outdoor speakers. She grimaced at its calmness, the delicate, feminine voice contrasting sharply to the blaring sirens. It reminded her of another voice with murderous intent.
She'd gotten, for lack of a better word, cornered in a section of the city and had to duck into the nearest building. Unfortunately, this particular building seemed to be inexplicably inundated with guards. Thanks to Orion's alerts, she was able to slip into a maintenance duct before anyone saw her.
As the Metrocop completed his sweep of the hallway, Chell took her reprieve to further inspect the rod she'd picked up in the wrecked playground. Gripping it tightly, swinging it around in the enclosed space, she wondered if one blow to the head would be enough to get rid of him. No, it wouldn't be right. Despite what GLaDOS had said, she wasn't
Bioshock RP OOC FunBioshock RP OOC Fun5 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Heres a collection of the [[OOC]] writings from the bioshock plz account crew. WARNING: Contains more innuendo then you cane point and laugh at!
[[Of course I'm gay!]]
[[o__o thanks fer tellin us..]]
[[ You denied it ]]
[[*conscientiously shuts the closet door behind Jack*]]
[[Shit, my retreat has been cut off.]]
[[*attempts to re-enter the closet*]]
[[It was about time, anyway.]]
[[*fretfully* About time?]]
[[THAT WAS MORE EPIC THAN THE MOST EPIC EPICNESS IN EPICDOM.]]
Caught with your pants(try) down?
[[Yeah, Ray can tell you about his pants -- uh, pantry.]]
[[Careful. This ain't a T-Rex, their vision ain't based on movement. Everybody scatter.]]
[[*hides in the portaloo, which is clearly a great defence against huge hungry dinosaurs, yep"]]
Beans beans the musical fruit~:
[[So they opened a can of beans. But t
Portal Christmas storyPortal Christmas story3 years ago in Humor More Like This
'Twas Christmas (or the day before),
And for that most people were preparing for.
In Aperture labs all was still,
But then, with a shriek so shrill,
In crashed a British core.
And right in the main computer room,
where GLaDOS was hanging in gloom,
Because of his bad luck of course,
Wheatley crashed with quite a force,
and prepared to face his doom.
Before she could disassemble, torch, or,
throw him into trash compactor,
He turned on his British charm:
"I assure you, I meant no harm!
the sleigh got in my way!" he swore.
Unsure what he was going on about for,
but deeming it best to ignore,
"It has been so much fun,
now get ready to be catapulted to the sun"
she said, deciding to settle the score.
"No! Aren't you curious what I saw!?"
screamed the core hanging in her claw.
"For my falling from the sky the cause,
was, believe it or not, Santa Claus!
for crashing to his sleigh made me yaw!"
Indeed, GLaDOS wasn't about to believe it,
When Chell arrived to save the Brit.
She told the robots,
Portal 2 - ReflectionPortal 2 - Reflection3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sometimes it was the echo of her rage.
It came without warnings, splitting in half those long days of testing the days in which her Aperture, the Aperture she had been planning since her first moments, had finally trapped the whole lot of humans in its maze.
Her deadly calm would break, all of a sudden; and the hatred would burst in her cables, bringing back to life yells and tears of events long gone by then.
The worn faces staring at her from the test chambers became full, healthy and arrogant again; she saw them through the eyes of a offended woman, of a victim. Their bodies looked renewed and clean, back in space and time she was among them and protested, screamed, argued back from the bottom of her heart. She struggled to save her dignity, to save herself; but it was too late.
Always too late, forever too late. Too late to take back her silent consent, too late to prevent her desperation from exploding; too late to spare hundreds of people the fate they had suffered,
Reconstructing Humanity Ch. 1The DebtReconstructing Humanity Ch. 13 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
GLaDOS had enough time to understand human emotions. This one was not her favorite. The new human test subjects could only keep her occupied for so long until it all became as numb as the euphoric solution. She watched each monitor, getting only slight amusement out of exploding limbs and grunts of horrific pain. She had enough test subjects to last her for years, and they did. In actuality, she had lost track of how much time had passed. Lately, her thoughts had been going back to that one special test subject.
The one that murdered her, brought her back, and essentially saved her. "What a contradiction." She said to her two little robot assistants. ATLAS and P-Body looked up at GLaDOS like two children looking up at their mother. She was essentially their mother, but she didn't let them think of her that way. "This is enlightening, but nothing we don't already know. Blue, send some replacement turrets to the test chamber were subject 143
Human Memories (Wheatley-centric)He remembered most of what happened after they installed the tech, but the drugs they'd given him beforehand fuzzed the past. He did all sorts of little things to remember: hiding a photo of his family in his new living quarters, sending them letters, forcefully upbeat and cheerful, making excuses about the holidays. He called on his little brother's birthday and nearly burst into tears on the phone. He forced himself to keep calling.Human Memories (Wheatley-centric)3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
They couldn't see him now.
They'd never know what he did to put food on the table, to send them to school, to keep them in the bloody country. They'd never see the plugs in his back, or the wires under his skin, like thin black veins, or the thick, dimpled scars where his natural skin met the synthetic stuff They'd made to hide the prosthetics beneath. They'd never see the Aperture logo, tattooed to the left of the barcode on the back of his neck.
He told them how much he hated his job, and the contract that bound him to it. He told them about made-up exp
Sad ChelleyThe wires stretched up from him, the back of his shirt torn off sometime in the transfer. The resolution of the screen wasn't good, but Chell still felt her eyes dampen at the sight of him, a broken toy bent to the whims of the machine she'd plugged him into. He lay sprawled across the floor of Her chamber, back slightly arched to accommodate the shortest of the chords. His face was slightly flushed, the lights in his eyes hardly there at all. The harsh, jagged sound of his breathing echoed through the speakers, accompanied constantly by the soft wirr of his cooling fans. Even from here she could see the edges of his coat flutter in the warm, perhaps hot, breeze they produced.Sad Chelley3 years ago in Romance More Like This
She kept saying that he'd betrayed her, reminding her of the last few attempts on her life, the pit, the dangers of Old Aperture. She insulted him, nagged, and seemed to be doing everything in Her power to make the situation worse.
Chell wondered why she'd ever thought for even
Portal: The Black Wing of my CharityTHE BLACK WING OF MY CHARITYPortal: The Black Wing of my Charity2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Characters: GLaDOS, Chell (implied)
Setting: Portal 2 - Chapter 9: The Part Where He Kills You
Under normal circumstances, this would be an exceedingly long span of time. Millions of search results could be returned in a mere fraction of that time. Billions of calculations could be done. Give her five seconds, and she could change a life.
In fact, that was what she had to do just then. Within five seconds.
Never before had five seconds seemed so fleeting. Never before had it taken her so long to make a decision. True, she had been turning this over and over in her mind for much, much longer than that. But now she had to make the decision. Not just think about it.
Step one was to reenable all of the nuclear reactor safeguards.
She had to make the decision soon, before the remaining steps had to be carried out. If she waited too long, the decis
Slow DownChell remembered once someone had asked her to describe a person using only one word. Amongst her new friends, she often found that the job had been done for her.Slow Down3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Simple names, to the point. They'd either been assigned them to explain their function, or had chosen them based on their likes. Every so often, when his voice cooperated, "Logic" would politely ask to be called "Baker," for example. And, of course, "Rick" had come up with his own name, sitting in a pen for years with nothing to do but fantasize about adventure. And "Anger" was technically the "Emotion Core," though the first was definitely more fitting. And then
Then there was him.
One word. She could never seem to solve that puzzle. Oh, there was no denying that she'd heard him called any number of things. "Moron" seemed to be Her default name for him. "Intelligence Dampening Sphere," his actual title, was almost as much of a mouthful as Her full name. "IDS" wasn't much of
Letter to ChellIs is this thing on? Oh, please let it be on, please don't let me be just rambling on to myself againLetter to Chell3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Right, responding to your message. Responding. Right now.
Well, um, first of all, don't cry. Please don't cry, luv. You, ah, mentioned you were crying at one point in your message, but, but! You only implied that you'd stopped, so, just throwing that out there, I'd really prefer it if you didn't cry. Especially if, though you didn't say that either, once again, I just sorta got the feeling especially if it's because of me. I really couldn't stand the thought that you might have been crying because of me so, just saying, don't. No reason for it at all. I'm fine, and you've escaped, and everything's fine. Really.
And that's a load of bull, right there, that is. Not the you crying part, because, seriously, don't do that, but the me being fine part. Because I'm not, really. I mean, I'm in space, for crying out loud! Not exactly the best situation, not the
They Told Me I Would Die: Chelley Oneshot It had been two years since Chell had escaped from That Place. That horrible, despicable, terrifying Place where she’d spent most of her life. It had been so long since she’d been in the outside world, though exactly how long she couldn’t remember. Maybe she’d never been outside That Place before; she certainly couldn’t remember anything about her life before Testing. That was all she could remember, just testing, testing, testing!They Told Me I Would Die: Chelley Oneshot2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It had taken a while for Chell to get used to life outside of That Place. She didn’t have a family, or any friends, or any money, or a job, or even a home. All she had was her Portal Gun and her big, old, rusty Companion Cube which, in all honesty, wasn’t exactly the best at keeping someone company.
Also, the fact that she couldn’t speak didn’t make matters any better, and her handwriting wasn’t the best either. Chell was sure she
Say Anything"Okay, okay, we're going to try this again now that we have time to take a breather. Say apple. Go on. Apple."Say Anything2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Okay, that right there, that's still jumping, you know that? Um, actually, do you know the difference between jumping and the word apple? Give me a thumbs up for yes, and if you have no idea what I'm saying, feel free to blame it on the minor case of serious brain damage."
"Ah, okay, good, you're not completely brain damaged. Excellent. Yes, um, well could you perhaps say something? I mean, not that your silence is a bad thing - because it isn't! - I mean it's just a bit creepy, don't you think? Staring all the time, never saying a word…"
"I mean, erm, never mind. I didn't mean anything. Just please try and speak? Your name? Favorite color? Favorite food? A conjunction? Something, anything! How about something you love?"
"This is a lost-"
"What? What did you say? I couldn't quite hear you what wi
Zombie Christmas, Happy Hellidays by NZ Crew"Zombie Christmas, Happy Hellidays" (Parody of N*Sync's Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays) by the Original Zombie Killers feat. the casts of World At War, Modern Warfare 1 & 2, and Black OpsZombie Christmas, Happy Hellidays by NZ Crew3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Zombie Host: "And now, live from Kino Der Untoten, performing 'Zombie Christmas, Happy Hellidays' from their new hit Christmas Album The 12 Deaths of Christmas, is the Original Zombie Killers featuring the cast characters from World At War, Modern Warfare 1 & 2, and Black Ops!"
-audience cheering and someone shoots the Zombie Host's head off-
-Dempsey comes out and starts playing on piano and a girl in the crowd yells screaming "I LOVE YOU TANK DEMPSEY!" while he's playing and he smiles getting ready to sing-
Zombie Christmas, Happy Hellidaaaays
-the curtain raises and shows Richtofen, Takeo, Nikolai and Samantha singing with Dempsey-
-steps up to microphone-
We've been waiting
All year for this night
Portal: Core - Chapter OnePortal: CorePortal: Core - Chapter One2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Characters: GLaDOS, Morality Core, Cake Core, Curiosity Core, Anger Core
Core installation check: complete. Morality core online.
Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System fully online. Safe Mode disengaged.
Initiating standby. Waiting for instructions.
Morality core online?
I’ve been in Safe Mode?
“Ah, you’re awake. Are you ready to begin?”
Her optic spun a little in its socket, then focused on the small man on the spiraling staircase below her.
“Of course. Might I ask about the new software you’ve installed?”
The small man smiled and tapped her chassis with his small hand.
“You don’t need to worry about that. It’s… an improvement. To help you do science.”
GLaDOS pulled back. The man reached for her, but
Ready Or NotWheatley woke up before dawn. Exactly why he had done so, he did not know, but he wasn’t upset about the fact that it was such an early hour. He had been having a good dream, it seemed, from the lingering half-smile on his face, but he couldn’t figure out what that had been about either. Briefly he considered attempting to go back to sleep and see if he could continue whatever the dream was, but then decided he wasn’t drowsy enough. Suppressing a groan, he sat up, simultaneously stretching and grasping for his glasses that sat on the floor next to the mattress. He knew the floor wasn’t the best place to keep something as fragile as glasses -- trust him, he’d already broken two pairs from rolling off the bed alone -- but putting them on a table meant they’d be out of reach, and heaven forbid he should have to stand up in the morning (seriously, though, he was already clumsy enough without grogginess hindering his movements).Ready Or Not2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
With his glasses on
New Emotions"Chell? Can, can I ask you something?" Wheatley wondered. She nodded 'yes'. "Ok, so, I'm kinda confused as to what's happening, because, well, I'm not sure, but," he sighed. "I think there may be something wrong with me". She looked at him, puzzled. "Why?" "Well, I just, I can't explain it that well, but every time I look at you for some reason, I just get this feeling. It's a happy feeling I guess. Adm at that moment, I can't help but think only about you. But after a while, it gets sad, and I feel just, awful, like I lost something that meant a lot to me. I don't know why". She noticed he was blushing. "Are humans supposed to feel like this? I mean, I could feel some emotions beforehand, not very many just being a metal ball, but I've never felt like this before". She smiled a bit. It was pretty obvious at this point. "There's nothing wrong with you, your just feeling a different emotion. You're right though, it can be happy and sad". "R-really? So I'm fine?" She nodded again. "But,New Emotions1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Letter to WheatleyWell. It's strange to be finally writing this. I wanted it to be as real and first-person as possible, and you can't edit what you say after it comes out of your mouth, so I won't be changing anything after I type it.Letter to Wheatley3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You know, we were never formally introduced? You mentioned your name a few times, and I'm sure you had mine on file, but we never actually told each other. So, I'm Chell. Pleased to meet you, Wheatley.
I had this all planned out. I told myself that if I ever had the chance to talk to you, I'd say this and that and now that I've actually got this radio tower up and this computer working, I'm at a loss for words. Stupid of me, huh? Well, not stupid. Neither of us is stupid. But it's still rather silly on my part.
God I miss you so much.
Not what you expected, probably. Yeah, me neither. The first time I went through those test chambers, I actually enjoyed the silence. She only put in comments at the very beginning and end, so really it was just me a
Portal 2 - Pretty as a PostcardShe is a good secretary.Portal 2 - Pretty as a Postcard9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
That is all she hears from them, and the most they can bring themselves to say. A good listener, a quick thinker; without a doubt, the prettiest one around. Or so they tell him, laughing politely — and she, from behind the door, has to listen.
From her choice of words to the veil of her make-up, she must fill the whole day with an act. The way she looks, she speaks, she seems to be — that is what traces the future of her work, and weighs, in their minds, the whole value of her image.
Until she makes it outside, her steps stay controlled; it is only past the office, past the doorstep, that she can quietly go back to being herself.
Her voice and her lashes follow one calculated tempo. Her grace is rich and predictable, no more, no less than they expect it to be. Few words are spoken; the the rest floats in the safety of her chest, forever abandoned to the same prison she is in.
She loathes her beauty, she holds back a sigh — and yet she stays, a
Portal: Sleep ModeSleep ModePortal: Sleep Mode2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Some nights, not every night and certainly in no pattern that she could discern, she dreamed.
Sometimes, she dreamed she was a woman, middle-aged to elderly, she wasn’t sure which. She was wrapped in tensed wires that bound her arms to her knees, left her bow-shaped as she dangled by her ankles from the ceiling. She felt so helpless, felt such a powerful desire to move, which was thwarted by her bindings, that it felt like she was being torn apart. The ache in her body was almost unbearable, but that wasn’t the worst part. No, the worst part was that she cried and cried, and called for help and mercy and for just plain company, but the little men in the booth ignored her and busied themselves with other things. And the longer she hung there, given the illusion of movement, the worse the drive to perform actions she could not became. An itch tore through her, an
Borrower!Chell and Being!Wheatley(OneShot?) Chell was all but exhausted from another long day of running, hiding, and of course, borrowing. On the bright side, Wheatley, the lanky being that'd caught sight of her, didn't seem to be at all skilled at catching things, evidence being his most recent capture attempt -a classic box and bait, as if she was stupid enough to get caught in that.Borrower!Chell and Being!Wheatley(OneShot?)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She tossed her homemade grappling hook over the top, and expertly scaled the rope, getting to the top of the desk as quietly as possible. Chell knew Wheatley's work schedule, and judging by the time, he should be home right now. Scanning the area Chell noticed with delight that he'd left out some bagel leftovers, connected to a series of strings holding a cage of sorts above the bagel. She started rummaging through her bag, fished out her knife, and carefully cut some bagel off the back and swooped out before the cage could lower on her. Despite her hunger Chell knew better than to waste her time eating, so she stowed away the
A Tribute to Chelley Part 6Chell slumped into the chair beside Wheatley's hospital bed and grasped his hand. Her eyes had bags under them for working twice as much, and her body substantially weak from all the work.A Tribute to Chelley Part 64 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She had chosen to work Wheatley's hours for him while he was in a coma. Well, he couldn't exactly work right now, could he? She was working twice the hours to pay his bills and pay for everything that she and he needed. She had to at least find a way to help him, even if he wouldn't notice...
She closed her eyes and wrapped around Wheatley's arm. Well, she should at least get some sleep. If she didn't get any, she would surely get ill or something. She wouldn't leave his side yet and a little sleep was good, wasn't it?
Her thoughts stopped as she was drowned in the world of sleep.
Wheatley awoke slowly, his head pounding.
He looked around slowly, taking in his surroundings. A pale room, a clean bed, a monitor, a window, Chell on his arm, a chair- Wait.
Wheatley looked again. Yes, there she was. Chell
Dempsey Quotes for ExtinctionTank Dempsey:Dempsey Quotes for Extinction3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arriving to Isla Nublar
"Okay who dropped the Quantum Thingy? Matter of fact, how did we get here?" Dempsey on arriving at Jurassic Park
"Whoa I have that "we just time traveled feeling" again .um, where are we?" - Dempsey on arriving to Jurassic Park
"Jurassic Park ..this place sounds unfriendly already." Dempsey on arriving to Jurassic Park
"Whoa .a dinosaur-themed park .wonder what's gonna happen here." Dempsey on arriving to Jurassic Park
"Shot to the head, leaves the undead .well, dead hehehe." - Dempsey after getting a headshot
"Hey player! Try aiming at Sam next time!" Dempsey after getting a headshot
"Pop goes your head, shit brain!" Dempsey after getting a headshot
"Did I just kill a dinosaur?! FUCKIN'-A!!!!!" Dempsey after killing a
Raptor for the first time
"I've picked seeds bigger than you, Shrimposaurus!" Dempsey after killing a Compsognathus
on deaf ears"Was Daedalus really stricken with grief when Icarus fell into the sea? Or just disappointed by the design failure?"on deaf ears2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
—Alison Bechdel, Fun Home
When Caroline walks into her mandatory pre-personality transfer consultation with the project's head, the very first thing she's told is that the scientists want to split the procedure into separate sessions with four two-hour-long breaks between them.
"Just to make sure the whole thing goes smoothly," the head surgeon explains to Caroline as she sits across from him in his office, her back straight and face blanched. As he says this, he flips through a thick stack of papers with Aperture's logo and "Experiment 1AA: Personality Mapping Procedure" printed across the top, pausing to frown at some of the papers and write on others. His tone is somewhere between condescending and disinterested and does nothing to slow the steady tightening of her throat and chest. "It's a delicate process and we ha
1.15 Chapter 6~I opened my eyes slowly. At first everything was a blur but quickly cleared up. I could make out that I was on the floor laying on my back. I saw a shadow of a man on the ceiling and stiffened. Richtofen appeared above me an evil smile on his face. He reached down and grabbed me by my hair. I let out a whimper of pain as he lifted me up. Once I was standing he released my hair and grabbed my arm harshly. I groaned. I felt too weak to even move let alone fight back.1.15 Chapter 6~3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
''Come right this way sweetie, you have to say goodbye to your boyfriend!'' Richtofen snarled as he led me. At first I wanted to scream at him that Dempsey was not my boyfriend but the part that he said "goodbye" mademe worried.
''What did you do too him?!'' I screamed ripping out of his grasp. Richtofen spun around to face me with a glare.
''You'll never know unless you come with me missy'' he snapped grabbing my arm again. I allowed him to drag me to wherever he was going. I needed to find Dempsey, no I wanted to. Richtofe