MKvsMarvel: Man-ThingMortal Kombat Vs. Marvel UniverseMKvsMarvel: Man-Thing2 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-Zero2 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
MKvsMarvel: Spider-ManMortal Kombat Vs. Marvel UniverseMKvsMarvel: Spider-Man2 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
TGWTG Fighter- Nostalgia CriticThat Guy With The Glasses FighterTGWTG Fighter- Nostalgia Critic2 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!"
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.Pilgrim5 months 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
ClippingsYou press down on the lever, straining for the sound you adore.Clippings4 months 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 Saving...Aerosol7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
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
.photography: a love story.Falling in Love.photography: a love story.4 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was about eleven years old when I got my first camera. It was instant love, my first love. I took it everywhere with me. Every flower in sight was shot, my friends became models. My dog became an endangered animal in the Sahara that was to be the epitome of my photographic lifetime. Being a photographer quickly became my dream.
The Truth is Often Disappointing
One day my father took me for ice cream with a side of let's talk about actuality. Simply put; he told me photography was a wonderful hobby and he was glad I found an interest in something. Then came the harsh reality; it takes a lot to become a professional photographer. Most people only ever do it as a hobby; only a select few ever make it a career.
Putting it Down
I can’t tell you if it was the disappointment of learning my dream job wasn’t likely to
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.Leaving Southampton1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
Moving On“No.” It was all I could say, taking in the carnage of what had just last night been my pristine kitchen. I wanted to collapse onto a chair, but they – and our spacious table – were covered in miscellany. Cleaning supplies, random knick-knacks from the living room, a thermometer, a scale. It was all there, strewn about.Moving On6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My legs were shaking, and I fought the urge to cry. So messy. So dirty. No, no, no. I collapsed onto the shoe bench in between the Franco Sarto and the Gucci. I don't know where Giesswein had gone. I wished I could blame it on burglars, but no.
“She's doing it again!” I called, and my husband came running into the kitchen. We watched his mother rearrange my cabinets, turning tea-cup handles to the left instead of the right. My hands twitched.
“Ma, stop it!” he said, exasperation coloring his voice. “Put these things back, they were fine where they were!”
"No," she said, her voice heavily-accented. "I will take
Late Night CerealShe texted me to ask for milk,Late Night Cereal3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A query so surreal,
For she was of the hungry ilk
Who craved for cereal.
Alas, I had no milk but soy,
Which she was wary to deploy
Within her bowl,
Within her bowl,
Her face showed she did not taste joy.
Oh Special K! 'Twas not the day
She meant for you to swim
With Mister Two-Percent, and play
Your tasty games with him.
The box was done, your final breath
Could only end in runny death.
A soggy grave was all she left.
All times, both good and bad, must end
In peacefulness or pain.
One moment, by your side a friend,
The next, gone and estranged.
While we still live, let's take control,
Together, let's live to the full
Like milk and flakes,
Like milk and flakes,
Creamy, crunchy in the bowl.
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.Stuck1 year 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
Cupcakes and TeaCupcakes and TeaCupcakes and Tea2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
“Oh dear, what's the matter,”
said the Hare to the Hatter
while the Doormouse soundlessly snored.
“What just can't compare,”
said Hatter to Hare,
“is the fact that I'm hungry and bored.”
“Twinkle, twinkle,” was heard
as the sleepy Mouse stirred,
“We're British, by jove, we like tea!”
So the Hare plated up
while Hatter poured cups
and they both had a cupcake or three.
A Battle of Extremes(MR. CYNICISM, MS. SINCERE, and DR. PASSION congregate for battle.)DR. PASSIONA Battle of Extremes1 year ago in Comedy More Like This
Where's all the booze, guys? Where's the music? I thought this was supposed to be a party.
This is a battle, not a party, good doctor. You may want to remove your lamp shade so you can be prepared to fight.
I didn't hear anything about no violence at this here get-together-battle-party-what-have-you.
That is the definition of battle: Where two or more parties come together and -
- come together and make a whole lot of excitement between them. See? That's what I'm saying.
I should have anticipated such a gross misinterpretation of the facts, given your appalling track record with regard to such things as facts.
I'm sure it was an honest mistake, a result of a miscommunication. We can all be friends still, right?
Aside from the battle, of course.
I wouldn't have it any other way.<
IdentityWe all have our own identities:Identity7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
shadows, masks, all of them a con.
You think you know who you are,
Under your lies,
you are a monster,
or so you think.
I want to tell you something though...
this "monster" you are,
simply doesn't exist,
all you are really,
is a human.
A human with a mind,
There is nothing scary with having them,
but do you want to know what I think
is really scary?
That you don't look at the real monster,
and what is the real monster?
The lies you created are a monster.
1945 in sepiaThe boy called “spineless” has a backbone, lost in the rubble1945 in sepia2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of Hiroshima, his unfettered hands pulling at maps
and photographs. With worn and radioactive identity, he knows
that the world is a veteran, sick of empathy,
and can look massacre in the eye without blinking.
Hastily the people will cleanse themselves
of alpha particles and corpses they did not touch.
History classrooms will suck the marrow of tragedy, unafflicted,
passing Hiroshima as another word in a textbook.
Still, this rubble-spined boy keeps firm the cast the world removed.
He croons and mumbles on reverence, seeming all too unfelt
by mankind. To the ungrieving populace he writes the postscript of war
on the back of his father’s portrait:
“Does nobody think that maybe, when a tree falls in the forest,
we’re all around to hear it but we just don’t listen?”
Infini-Fridge 9000Barry loved his Infinity Fridge. Or at least, until he got married, anyway.Infini-Fridge 90002 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
At first, it was amazing. As a freshly-recruited maintenance engineer on the Luxury Star Cruiser The Astronut, Barry had found his new home and workplace full wonders. He walked through rooms so tall he couldn't see the sky; he swept up litter from artificial beaches which captured more beauty than the real thing; he watched the stars pass by like rain from the sweeping observation deck.
And, of course, he had his Infinity Fridge.
An Infini-Fridge 9000 was standard-issue hardware for a Luxury class cruiser, but Barry had never seen anything like it. In the slums of his native Bomalomalom, pretty much everything was finite (except perhaps for misery). Water was rationed. Food was served via nutritional pills only. Even electricity was limited to ten tera-watt-hours per day. That was barely enough to run a sens-o-vision sim and have enough left over to purify your evening drink.
So to step into a room with a frid
Pieces of Junk, UnsortedShelvesPieces of Junk, Unsorted4 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It’s been over a decade since my parents first bought the house, but the garage looks as if it gets cleaned once every century. It may just be my imagination, but I’m sure that a colony - a community – of spiders lives in the farthest back reaches of that garage. Don’t blame them. It’s easy for a body to get lost in the musty air, the blank smell of dust and cement. Even the neighborhood squirrels know this, and exploit the never-sorted-through storage shelves during the winters.
The first time I saw my father cry, he had been talking to me and my brother out in the garage. A sunny day provided the backdrop as he had just been exchanging bitter words with my mother. We felt the discord, just as real as the dust motes in the air. Asked, like kids will, about his day, his friends, anything besides the pain in his face. We hoped he’d be able to smile and let the argument go. Just because we tried to laugh, doesn’t mean that
Finding the Light - Chapters 11 - 14 (Final)Previous installments:Finding the Light - Chapters 11 - 14 (Final)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapters 1 - 4
Chapters 5 - 7
Chapters 8 - 10
Finding the Light - Chapter 11
We emerge into a snowy field under a gray sky, but I am too enthralled by what I see to notice the sudden biting cold.
Despite the fact that I am seeing the remains of a lost civilization, it looks so very much more alive than mine, as if the ruins have lain abandoned for only centuries instead of the millennia in which ours stood.
And there is living cloth here!
I first see it as a wide ribbon stretching across a gap in a stone bridge very high over our heads. Against this backdrop I see a curious creature in the air. It looks like a carpet curled back on itself and trailing streamers, all in the same red and gold colors as my companion's cloak and scarf.
"Oh, it looks so lovely! It ... oh no ..
BabelIt was our tower,Babel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and even then
we began to see
and putting ourselves
on thrones among the clouds.
And then it became
and our walls stood fast
as the babble broke out,
"Hör auf, so komisch zu reden!"
"Je ne comprends pas!"
"Don't you hear when I'm talking to you?"
Who would break the walls down?
We no longer could -
or didn't want to.
let it not be us against all else,
or me above all costs,
but You o God,
and he my neighbour.
Send us your Spirit
to break down these walls,
and let all tongues,
as we sing:
Not unto us
but to you be the glory!
Blessed Be the SoldierA lone Helghast wandered through the ruins, the nozzle of his gun leaving winding tracks through the sand as it dragged limply by his side. He did not know where he was going nor did he care. The decaying skeletons of once grand building loomed over him, the lifeless bronze sun reflecting dully on their matte tan exteriors. It was almost as if they were jeering at him with their shattered window eyes and twisted girder teeth. Mocking him for what he was, hating him for what he had done. He slowed to a stop in the middle of a long forgotten intersection and looked around. The blasted remnants of the once boisterous city brought back unwanted memories and, unbidden, the Helghast's mind went back in time.Blessed Be the Soldier4 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This