MKvsMarvel: Spider-ManMortal Kombat Vs. Marvel UniverseMKvsMarvel: Spider-Man3 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 Claw2 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
MKvsMarvel: Man-ThingMortal Kombat Vs. Marvel UniverseMKvsMarvel: Man-Thing3 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: Sub-ZeroMortal Kombat Vs. Marvel UniverseMKvsMarvel: Sub-Zero3 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
Godzilla: A Heart Ruptured (P.1)Godzilla: A Heart Ruptured (P.1)2 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
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.Reflections10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
Butterfliesi do not look out my window.Butterflies10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are butterflies all around the car.
soft, inviting colors seep into my vision through the corner of my eye, the flutter of paper thin wings seemingly defying the constant noise of the idling car engine and reaching my ears.
i do not look out my window.
they must be beautiful, i think.
they must be enchanting.
they're probably very small. really cute, i bet.
i do not want to see the butterflies.
i do not look out my window.
instead, i stare straight ahead at the rear of the passenger seat, waiting for my mother to return to the car with my refilled prescription, the one that will make the butterflies go away and return the feeling of security to me.
The TrundlerThe Trundler11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
MercyOh sweet God how the grasslandMercy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Lost Planet: The Blue Eye Chronicles 1Prologue:Lost Planet: The Blue Eye Chronicles 12 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The 2nd year since the Over-G war (A.O.G. 2). The corrupt military force of the planet E.D.N. III, the NeoVenus Construction (NEVEC for short), refused to give up their effort to harvest the planet's entire supply of Thermal Energy, the latest source of power that replaced fossil fuels altogether. In their way however were a rogue alliance known as the Ex-NEVEC, as well as rebels who came to be called Snow Pirates. However, all of these factions still faced the native creatures of E.D.N. III, the Akrid. 2 years ago, NEVEC's plot to harvest a high amount of T-Eng from what was called the Over-G Akrid had been sabotaged by the combined efforts of Ex-NEVEC and all the Snow Pirates on the planet. This did not, however, end the tyranny of NEVEC.
A heavily damaged GAB-25M Cakti Vital Suit limped across the frozen tundra. Normally, the Cakti model could transform, but the damage to this unit made such a function impossible. The pilot, a soldier of the Rogue NEVEC alliance
Stuck The car sputtered and shook as it came to an almost silent stop. The engine had gone silent as the horn beeped loudly through the dark night. The orange gas light blinked mockingly at the woman behind the wheel. It was making fun of her; she knew it was making fun of her. Grabbing the black cellular phone on the passenger seat, she looked at it with full intention of calling somebody to come help her.Stuck2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Oh, what the hell?!”
The “no service” sign was mocking her at the same exact time. The horn beeped loudly as she slammed her head against it once again. The day was out to get her in general. She had arrived at all her classes late, and her son was sick with the flu. The babysitter was able to watch him as she went to her late night classes. Giving a heavy sigh, she lifted her head off the wheel to look out the window. Drops of water pooled on the windshield as rain started to fall in a pitter-patter pattern. She didn’t quite understand the message th
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.
BS 2 - Ker's EntryBS 2 - Ker's Entry6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Loud noises of explosions along with the bright flashes of the following flames, like music in his ear and the greatest celebration fireworks for his eyes. Same with the screams of panic and pain. Irken screams. Maybe other alien types too but they were irrelevant. What counted was the Irkens and their body counts.
He laughed maniacally like someone who just finally got a joke and in desperately need of a tight fitting straightjacket. Which wasnt completely off when it was about this certain albino specimen of a loony Vortian on the loose, standing his 4'3" tall on the random wreck of what could have been a transport unite once, still slightly burning from the explosion which had turned it into this stage. This was his happy place, in the middle of the raging chaos he had created himself. His attention span or lack of same had already made him long gone forget where he was and how he had gotten there. All he cared about was it was Irken area. With lots of scream
Video File 616---Search: Video File 616---Video File 6168 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
---Title: Group Research---
--- Research Topic Subject: Psychosis, Cannibalism, Delusional Insanity, Murderous Insanity, Possible PAK Defection, Possible Over-activity in the Brain---
---Patients: Gar, Neep, Sideos, Sirra, Tika---
---Access Level: High---
---Please Enter Access Code---
---Access Code Accepted---
---Beginning Video Feed---
Dr Feto sighed as she sat on her small, red cushioned chair. The seat had back cushion then small curved support, then the seat. It looked rather like a cheep office chair.
'Why am I always the one to be picked to deal with the psychos?' She wondered as her eyes watched the door with a bored interest.
Feto was an averaged sized irken with pinkish-red eyes, long female eyelashes, light green skin, a slim frame and a pair of neck length curled antenna. She was wearing her researc
breathing the deepPapa isn't coming home again tonight.breathing the deep10 months 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.
VerbatimOn June seventeenth at 2:33 PM, Jacob Fantana falls off the roof and hits his head. This is the approximate time that Cory later gives him. It is a particularly nasty fall: The house they had been roofing is two stories, built on a hill. At the hospital, the doctors wreathe thick gauze around Jake's head and subject him to a series of tests. Rachel cries as Dr. Dubey explains that x-ray computed tomography has revealed a mild skull fracture and bruising on his inferior frontal gyrus. Jake stares without interest at the diagrams and fiddles with his bandages. He attempts to console Rachel, but he is embarrassed, and worried about his insurance copay.Verbatim9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
They keep him overnight for observation. As Rachel drives him home the next day, she repeatedly reaches over to touch Jake's hand on the armrest. He smiles politely and grasps her fingers in return. Through the window, he watches the bland streets of Sandusky pass by. The brakes on Rachel's Lumina whine quietly at every stoplight. Ja
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
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?"
RebootI punched a kid twice in fifth grade for trying to see up Gemini Hetherington’s skirt when her twin brother was home sick. The Hetheringtons could get away with things like that if they ever lifted a fist in the first place, but for a Holthausen it was like a criminal offense, and all of the better-neighborhood parents gasped at the news and wondered what went wrong in my development. I sat in the car while the principal spoke to my dad about it. Through the window I heard him warn that I would no sooner be punching Walt Burtons in elementary than pulling a knife on a man for his wallet in adulthood, and that immediate correction was necessary unless he wanted me to wind up in jail with the rest of the scum of Airedale.Reboot1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
While my dad tried to calm the principal down, Gemini Hetherington tiptoed up to the window when her nanny was distracted. At first she signed ‘thank you’ to me through the window. She breathed on the glass and drew a heart on the foggy circle. T
That One Show with the Stuff and the ThingsCurtain rises. REPORTER, MR. JABOWSKI, and JACOB are all sitting around a small round table. REPORTER is writing in notepad with a bowler hat in his lap.That One Show with the Stuff and the Things2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
MR. JABOWSKI: The day my wife acquired magical powers, we sold the family business. It was the only logical choice considering that the ability to uncontrollably shoot fire out of one’s hands was not exactly conducive to maintaining a fireworks factory. I was devastated, naturally. This business had been passed down through my family for generations, from father to son ever since fireworks were first invented back in 1802.
REPORTER: Um, weren’t fireworks technically invented way back in 7th century China?
MR. JABOWSKI: No no, that’s just another government cover up ploy. You see, my ancestors, they were British. Brought fireworks to America personally when they came here. These silly American’s just don’t want to admit that the British actually did something cooler than themselves, they would rathe
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War11 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
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