MKvsMarvel: Man-ThingMortal Kombat Vs. Marvel UniverseMKvsMarvel: Man-Thing4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
His "616 Universe" appearance
Alternative Costume 1:
His "Ultimate" appearance
Alternative Costume 2:
His "Man-Thing Movie" appearance
Fear Ball: Man-Thing throws a ball of a strong concentrated sulfuric acid made from his body at the opponent. (Enhanced Version is called "Fear Splash", it can also be charged and is unblockable if held for the full charge.)
Fear Grasp: Man-Thing grabs the opponent with one hand, hurting them due to the acid and slams them to the ground. (Enhanced Version is called "Fear Itself", Man-Thing slams the opponent on their head multiple times.)
Vegetation Regeneration: Man-Thing roars at the opponent, which regenerates part of his health. Until the effect wears or is removed, Man-Thing cannot use the move again. He glows green while this is active. (Enhanced Version is called "Earthly Regeneration", he gains more health, here he glows red.)
Earthly Dodging: Man-Thing morphs
MKvsMarvel: Spider-ManMortal Kombat Vs. Marvel UniverseMKvsMarvel: Spider-Man4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
His normal "616 Universe" appearance
Alternative Costume 1:
The black/white Symbiote costume
Alternative Costume 2:
The "Ultimate Comics" Miles Morales costume.
Web Ball: Spider-Man throws a web ball to ensnare the opponent temporary. (Enhanced Version is called "Web Blast", it's last longer and does damage.)
Web Swing: Spider-Man swings forward and kicks his opponent, can be done in the air. (Enhanced Version is called "Web Stomp", after it connects, Spider-Man stomps onto the opponent's chest.)
Spider Sting: A flying uppercut. (Enhanced version is called "Spider Bite", her finishes with a single fisted smash.)
Web Glide: Spider-Man shoots a web to pull himself across the screen. Can be done in the air. (Enhanced Version is called "Web Closeline", it can be delayed, hit the opponent and can be can't be blocked at full charge.)
Web Throw: Spider-Man grabs his opponent with a web and swings them around before fi
Kaiju Creepypasta: Baradagi Part 3: the Giant ClawKaiju Creepypasta: Baradagi Part 3: the Giant Claw3 years ago in Horror More Like This
I pointed over to the tape on top of the pile. It was completely unmarked, as were the rest. “Let’s check that one out first, shall we?” I asked.
“Fair enough.” Mumbled Arthur. He quietly popped the first tape out, and went into the next room, returning in a minute with a piece of masking tape and a sharpie. He slapped some tape on the edge of the cassette, and scrawled something on it before showing it to me. It read “B-Garasharp”
“The ‘B’ he explained, “marks proof of Baradagi. We might put something else on the tapes if more patterns pop up that we notice.”
I shook my head. “More patterns? You got any coffee, Red Bull, Mountain Dew? This could be a long night…”
He strode into the other room, but was back in a moment with several massive bottles of Mountain Dew in his hands and a big grin on his face. “There’s plenty more where those came from.” he chuckled as he set them in f
Godzilla: A Heart Ruptured (P.1)Godzilla: A Heart Ruptured (P.1)3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Authors Note: This story takes place within my timeline and connects the Heisei Godzilla series with the Mothra Trilogy.
A.D. 1996, Approx. 15 days following Godzilla’s Demise
I: Lack of Remorse
“You’re here for a reason, Miss Saegusa. General Aso ordered you psychologically evaluated.” A stern male voice reached from the darkness, like a ghost-hand ripping Miki Saegusa from her nostalgic stupor.
Miki simply nodded, yet maintained staring at the plaque on the wall above the resident Psychologist’s desk paying heed to Godzilla’s death merely two weeks before. The entire city seemed to be cloaked in the post-radioactive glower of Godzilla’s end. Japan had been the center of the world for a few brief days as the possibility of Godzilla’s meltdown condition destroying the world seemed inevitable. Now that it was over, everyone seeme
MKvsMarvel: Sub-ZeroMortal Kombat Vs. Marvel UniverseMKvsMarvel: Sub-Zero4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
A variation of his unmasked "MK4" alternative costume, only his arms have the layer of frost over them, his eye scar is more realistic looking, his brown hair short and scruffy, has a small dark brown beard and his eyes glow blue.
Alternative Costume 1:
His "UMK3 Masked Klassic" costume.
Alternative costume 2:
His costume from his MKvsMarvel ending, looks like his MKvsDC costume, but he's unmasked like his normal costume, his hair is longer, has a bigger brown beard and emits cold air around him.
Iceball: Sub-Zero sends a blast of ice directly towards the opponent to temporarily freeze them in place for a free hit. He could also freeze opponents in midair, if timed correctly. (Enhanced version is called "Ice Beam" Instead of a single ball of ice, Sub-Zero will shoot a beam of ice, making it easier to hit opponents in the air. The opponent is also frozen for a longer amount of time.)
Slide: Sub-Zero slides across
TGWTG Fighter- Nostalgia CriticThat Guy With The Glasses FighterTGWTG Fighter- Nostalgia Critic3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Voiced by: Doug Walker
From: The Nostalgia Critic
Costumes: His normal "Nostalgia Critic" appearance (Already unlocked), his "Kickassia" N. Bison costume (Unlocked by beating Story Mode), his "Suburban Knights" Link costume (Unlocked by beating Arcade Mode with NC), his "Depressed Sad Commercial" costume (Unlocked by beating 5 opponents in Survival Mode)
Forward+Attack: NC pistol whips the opponent with his pistol.
Up+Attack: NC does a mini-Shoryuken to the opponent.
Down+Attack: NC does a knee to the crouch of the opponent.
Grab: NC does a brutal kick to the opponent's crouch, sending them back.
Grab+Up: NC does a more powerful Shoryuken, knocking the opponent in the air.
Grab+Back: NC puts the opponent over his knee and starts spanking them with his belt before flipping them behind him.
Special (Pistol Shot): NC takes out his handgun and fires a shot at the opponent, saying "Stupid! Stupid!"
Godzilla: A Heart Ruptured (P.2)Godzilla: A Heart Ruptured (P.2)3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
II: Dreams That Haunt
Heat blistered Miki’s face as flames wreathed around her like a maelstrom from hell. The air seemed baked dry, a Mercurean desert contaminated with the poison of humanity’s ill-willed creation. Her body seemed to burn but her nerves seemed so confused by what was happening that the pain dwindled into a dull sting. Miki gazed down at her hazy hands and felt her reptilian fingers clasp around one another -- half-melted pieces of flesh holding onto the dim memory of a life amidst tropical trees. She looked forward through the gray smoke and flashes of light. Fractured images of a broken dinosaur’s body lay wasted in the debris of human industry.
Little one! You mustn’t die! She felt a scream release from her radioactive maw but it merely seemed to echo behind the sound of annoying human artillery.
Miki leaned forward in an attempt to see through the smoke, but fell victim to a terrible pain in her body. An eruption of fire and ma
HomonymsDarren was carefully pouring a jug of water into his biology textbook.Homonyms1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“What are you doing?” asked Miss Markham.
Darren looked up at his English teacher. “The exams are coming up soon, so I’m pouring over my books.”
Miss Markham sighed. “It’s not ‘pouring’, it’s ‘poring’.” She beckoned to Darren. “Come and take a walk with me, young man. You might learn something.”
Going down the lane, they came across a path leading away from the road. A young woman in a flamboyant white dress and an older man in a morning suit were just about to start hiking down it.
“Ah! Excellent—here’s a good example to begin with,” said Miss Markham to Darren.
She stopped and addressed the girl. “You know, this isn’t a bridal path. It’s a bridle path—for horses and their riders.”
“Oh…” said the bride. “You know, that does make
breathing the deepPapa isn't coming home again tonight.breathing the deep1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He said to me over the telephone that the road is too long, and that it takes too much time for him to get from his office to mommy's place.
Last week he'd said that the streets are too dark, and that there are some things that even grown-ups are scared of.
The week before that, he'd promised me and said that he was coming, yes, definitely, but then he never showed up at all.
But maybe next week he'll come.
Yes, next week.
Julia, you really should be going to sleep.
I know, mommy. I think I'll wait by the window for a little longer.
Just in case.
Watch the World BurnWhen I was young, I was told I’d live to see the world end. I believed it to be true when the earth was split wide and began swallowing everything in its path before closing over it, sealing us in the soil.Watch the World Burn1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When I was free, I assumed that was that; my world had ended, replaced by one of men who feared the unknown and an unknown that feared man.
I did not expect to find people and a place I could call home, didn’t ever imagine how attached I would become, how much I’d grow to love this odd little group of creatures. So when I watch a girl who I have thought of as a sister begin to spiral towards the dark as did my true sister, I can feel the earth begin to quake once more.
And I cannot stop it.
Ellie, chap. 1.Ellie, revisited.Ellie, chap. 1.1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is the story: a girl came and went with a train whistle, the galaxy broke, and somewhere between a decaying church and white walls, I fell in love.
That is a mess. I know it's a mess, and that's really only the story, but that's not the truth. The truth of what happened is one big ball of near nothingness and half forgotten could-be-truths. I don't want to remember. I have to remember.
This is not a love story. This is a story about a girl with black hair and cracked fingernails and these are words I have taken from her skin, words that haunt me and words that thrill me. But more than anything, these are words for her, the unbreakable shattered girl.
* * * *
It is May 25th, 5:56 a.m.; I watched sunrise with a pounding heart. The light spilled over the train ahead of me, the 6 a.m. Freight, and I felt that crack in the universe right between the sunlight and the dark, and part of m
GlassJosie was digging holes out behind the kitchen when Matt found her. She held up something small and wriggly in greeting. “Look, I found an earthworm!”Glass1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Matt crouched down beside the hole and leaned forward, balancing himself with one hand. “Nah, I don't think that's an earthworm, Josie. It looks like some kind of larval beetle.”
“No, it should be -” she broke off and her face fell. “Glass says it's a rhinoceros beetle larva.” She dropped the creature and sighed loudly.
“And you're just going to believe it?”
“Well, it's Glass.” She shrugged.
“And what does Glass have to say about this?” Matt frowned and moved his fingers in a flickering pattern that was too complicated for Josie to follow.
“That can't be right.” Josie giggled. “Glass says you're a lesser spotted palewing butterfly. Have you filed a bug report?”
Matt looked at her seriously. “Josie, you can see right now that
OttoIt was another gray day in Industry City, and as always, the morning found Otto pushing his old steel-mesh supply cart from house to house.Otto3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Despite the distances he had to walk each day, he rather enjoyed his job. It was not what you'd call a dream job. Or a nice job. Or even a respectable job. But it was a job. A real, legitimate, occupation. Most others like him would never achieve anything in life, working as servants or manual laborers: slaves in all but name.
When he reached the next house on his route, he approached the front door and pulled the cart up just behind him and to one side. He knocked three times on the door and waited patiently for a reply. It wasn't long before the door opened to reveal a curly-haired, middle aged woman. She looked at Otto with a slightly puzzled expression, but listened nonetheless.
"Evvvning ma'am." Otto greeted in a friendly tone.
"Good evening...." she said, unsure of how to respond.
"My nammmme is Otto. Are you havinggg agoodday?"
PilgrimI'd been alone in the wastes for near ten days when they found me. The building I'd holed-up in might have been a bank, might have been a church; I wasn't going to call it. But its walls were stone-built, and most of them were still standing.Pilgrim2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Meals of tinned mystery-meat, and only-slightly irradiated water had kept me alive as I picked through the detritus. I found little more than empty, rusted tins, and kid's toys that had survived the fallout. That is, until I turned up the device; some relic that still had power. It came alive in my hands, splashing blue light across pitted grey stone and orange rust.
Of course, I was far from the only one interested in that trinket. My first warning was the quake; stones shifted beneath my feet and rusting I-beams groaned overhead. Still, that was more warning than most got, and I wasn't about to waste it. I grabbed my pack and ran.
I burst out of the shaking building, arriving at a cratered street. I didn't stop; the quake was hot on my heels. An
HelwaynehLambert sat at his desk, delicately touching the picture in his hands and feeling that already all too familiar ache in his heart. It had been two weeks since his daughter had been born, the little princess he had anxiously awaited nine long months for, and he still had yet to touch her. He just couldn’t bring himself to. The nation was still celebrating the birth of the princess and mourning the loss of the queen, but he could only mourn. They were supposed to raise a family together, share life’s ups and downs, and then one day grow old together. Instead, he was alone.Helwayneh1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Well, not quite. He thought bitterly to himself. You have a daughter now. You’re a dad, and you need to act like it.
But he couldn’t. He felt nothing but pain. He stared at the picture of him and his wife a little longer. It was from before they were married; the night he became king and they had their first dance together. He thought he could never love her more than that m
...because all men are brothers “‘Bout fuckin’ time, look, he’s coming up over there.” The man on the bench beside me tapped my thigh and pointed down the darkened maglev tracks. “Twenty minutes out in the cold, Christ… now don’t you think they should run these fuckin’ trains on time? I only gotta go one stop away, might be faster for me to walk at this point, huh, sweetheart?” He spoke in a mumbling slur, shaking his head, swathed in a stained maroon North Face parka....because all men are brothers5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I leaned forward and looked down the track. Aside from us, the platform was empty, lit hesitantly by blue OLED panels that flickered on a collection of dirty benches and overflowing rubbish bins. Silent fields of scrubby grass, gray in the moonlight, extended to the hills on one side; the plant lights glowed behind me.
“I said hey, don’t you think– this shit needs to be run on time? Eh?” The man jostled pointedly
The Karma Train‘There is nothing worse than going to school by tube!’ said Alice.The Karma Train1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
James had no reply. They were hanging onto a pole in the middle of the carriage, swaying and bumping into each other, and into people on their way to work. The train smelt of sweat, coffee and clothing. The only passengers to acknowledge each other were those in school uniform. The rest stared through each other, or over each other’s heads, expressionless and silent.
‘The next station is Southgate.’
‘I’m never getting a tube again after school’s finished,’ said Alice. ‘Well, not in the rush hour, anyway. I mean, look at these people! What a bunch of zombies!’
For a moment, James tried to shrink into his school shirt like a tortoise into its shell. Then he realised no one was looking at them. Alice was right. They were zombies, and not the flesh eating kind. They saw noth
The Night We Ran Out of VodkaDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The historical events portrayed are used in a fictional manner. All of the characters herein are a product of the author's imagination, or are used solely in a fictional sense. The author owns exclusive rights to this work.The Night We Ran Out of Vodka9 months ago in Historical More Like This
Note: Though this takes place in Russia, as the story is written in English, the dialogue is also written in English.
Note 14 February 2015: “Sven” has been changed to “Alexei” due to the historical culture in order to attain more believability.
The radio crackled as Alexei turned the dials, scratchy static echoing around the room. He stopped the needle at the station where news of the front had often been broadcast. Pulling his hands back, he rubbed them together quickly for some friction, not willing to waste any of their small coal supply for the chill in his bones at this early hour. The thin woolen gloves did not provide much warmth but he dar
ClippingsYou press down on the lever, straining for the sound you adore.Clippings2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sharp metal blades clamp down, and a strip of white breaks free. One more snip to go, you've been waiting for this. You slide the clipper a touch right; you squint as you adjust the blade's position; too far and you unearth new fleshy depths, too near and you’ll waste a snip. You take a deep breath and tuck your elbows closer to your ribs. Pull your head lower, closer. Your chest stops rising, the soft whooshing of air from your nostrils stop. Control is vital!
A little white sliver does a dainty somersault flip before falling into darkness. You see its little curlicue flip, but you must move on. You are on a mission, and the goal approaches. Victory will be yours, must be yours. None must survive this purge.
But the sounds you loathe are always loud and clear.
"Are you cutting your skin again? How long have you been at it?! It's all over the floor! Oh my god, your finger
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.Aerosol2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are never recovered. It does not explain what to do if the payload begins to leak.
Jenkins shouted after me as I ran, said it was our duty to defend the aircraft. I tried to warn him about the spur of wood protrudin
Picnicking BluesI took my baby for a picnic, we went out in the snow.Picnicking Blues2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Yes, I took her for a picnic, we went out in the snow.
She said, "Slim, it's kind of cold here" - but where else could we go?
I played guitar for my baby and my fingers got numb.
When I played guitar for my baby, my fingers got numb.
She said, "You better put your gloves on - but I like the way you strum."
I poured some wine for my baby, it was a red from oh-three.
I poured a fine wine for my baby, it was a red from oh-three.
She said, "I think a red should be warmer, but it's all right with me."
I lit a fire for my baby, I turned a tree into a torch.
Well, I lit a fire for my baby, I turned a tree into a torch.
She said, "Slim, I like the heat but our blanket will scorch."
Then it snowed for five minutes, six or eight inches fell.
Oh, it snowed for five minutes, six or eight inches fell.
My baby looked like a snowman and I looked like one myself.
My baby led me back indoors and being warm was nice.
She led me back indoors and being
Accept your Candle, Weep for the StarsA light I see, far off in the distance. It's a star, I told myself.Accept your Candle, Weep for the Stars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No other thought surpassed it, I want to reach it.
I struggle in the darkness, slowly heading for it, not knowing, not thinking.
I know this is what I want. I want the star.
It gets brighter, I can feel its warm touch, though I'm far from it.
Joy overwhelms my soul, I'm so close, so close to
my star. It's my star and nothing else matters.
I reach with my fingers, to touch it.
A candle. A lowly candle, my thoughts shattered.
This is not what I wanted. It's not my star.
I blink, and blink again, I see clearly. Up above.
There are hundreds, no millions of stars.
Why haven't I seen them? Why did I only notice that candle?
All of them, just there?
I reach for the sky, but they start to fade.
Why do they fade, but the candle still burns?
My candle. I get it now. It's my candle, I can't change that.
I accept that I will receive nothing else.
But I weep, I'll never have that star.
Or the other million that was within my grasp.
FFM July 2 - The Gas maskLet me tell you a story about waking up under water. No, not literally waking up under water, but that very same feeling. It's also a story about oxygen. Have any of you ever thought about oxygen, how important it is? Oh, sure, you've held your breath for sixty seconds, felt that surge of pleasant panic. Pleasant because all it takes is to open your mouth and let that sweet, sweet oxygen come back in. Except have you ever thought about what would happen if at that very instant, when you've held your breath for as long as you could someone would come along and dunk you head-first into water? You would suddenly realize you have no power in your limbs to fight; your grandmother could drown you then. If you draw in breath, you will die, but you have to draw in breath. You have to or you will die. No-one really wants to think any further than that, lest they really do start choking.FFM July 2 - The Gas mask6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Maybe you imagined this situation right now. See how fine it is to be breathing, steady, big gu