Sam Dies at the End - 65. One way trip.Max stared and stared while clouds of dust danced and settled in the damp basement. How could he forget about the time elevator? “You’re a massive idiot,” Cocky’s voice said in his mind. Admittedly, not a lot of people had called him an idiot and lived to tell the tale, but why was his voice the one Max heard now? It took him back to that night, where all he could ever pray for was time. Just a few more days. Just a few more hours. Just a couple of seconds. And bam, Sam was gone.Sam Dies at the End - 65. One way trip.8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
And all this freaking time he had a time machine.
Max’s heart was pounding so hard it made his head swim. It was not just how fast he had ran to the office building after pushing Frankie through a sewer grate. But Max somehow had already known what Frankie had revealed: that it was the only time elevator card in existence. Sam had threw them out of the window so long ago it was a miracle even one had survived all this time. And although it looked like ordinary card stock, the elev
Sam Dies at the End - 55.2 The next stage.A bright light washed over them suddenly, and Cocky pulled Max out of the way, falling to the ground. Flint Paper got out of the DeSoto, which had been carelessly parked in the middle of the street.Sam Dies at the End - 55.2 The next stage.9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Sorry about being late, fellas,” the tough detective said, eyeing the destruction. “I had to jump over three police cars to get here.”
“Next time let us know you’re going to do something like that, you full-blown sociopathic maniac!” Papierwaite wailed, getting shakily out of the car.
Flint eyed the wizard. “I told you guys to buckle up, didn’t I?”
“Forgive me,” Norrington said. He looked mightly pissed. “I prefer not to go into apocalypses with a taste of safety belt in my mouth.”
Momma Bosco spoke from the passenger seat. “Are you boys okay? I lost communication for a while.”
“We heard you, but we were too busy escaping,” Cocky explained. Max looked at him, furious. He pushed Cocky
Meiji School Girl MisaoMeiji School Girl Misao10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You did WHAT?!" Misao nearly dropped her bowl of rice.
Okina sipped his tea calmly, already expecting his young protege's outburst. Everyone at the table except Aoshi and Omasu glanced at Okina curiously. Aoshi continued eating his fish as if nothing happened and Omasu looked at Misao nervously. Kuro put down his bowl, and ventured to ask politely,
"You enrolled her into that Christian college, Okina-san?"
"How could you do that without asking me, Jiya!" Misao slammed her bowl onto the table, sending several grains of rice flying into the air.
"Precisely for that reason," Okina muttered, he cleared his throat as he spoke up louder. "It's high time you receive a formal education about how to conduct yourself as a lady. You need to continue your education as well. You've gone on for too long with just the basics. This school can provide you with more. The Doshisha college recently opened a women's higher education building next door to it's principle building, and is looking
Sam Dies at the End - 55.1 Descent.It was a nightmare run. Cocky fled in the dark, stumbling into walls, tripping and slipping. But also jumping over stuff, climbing like a cat, sliding down. Unfortunately he didn’t have a secret pocket like Max, and thus he only had one hand available.Sam Dies at the End - 55.1 Descent.9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Every time he looked back Max kept getting closer and closer. He was shouting things at the top of his lungs, and Cocky had a flashback to when he was hanging upside down and screaming every vile threat he knew. Cocky felt tempted to shout back something, but he saved his breath. It was like being chased by a tiny lethal animal that would just shred him to tears if he managed to catch him.
He reached the vine they have climbed and without thinking he jumped on it and started sliding down it. Cocky was just barely breathing above the surface of panic, but he knew he couldn’t afford to try and climb down in a safer way. Not only Max was breathing down his neck now; Sam was also moving around, making everything more difficult. I
Blue Moon - New Year's EveBlue Moon - New Year's Eve5 years ago in Humor More Like This
New Year's Eve Celebration A Blue Moon
(August and Elaine come upon a stage and take their place before a podium. The audience before them is a mixed assembled of the assorted characters from across the many stories. Many of them are loudly muttering to one another. Some of them were eying the exits as purely a precautionary measure.)
[Elaine:] Greetings and welcome to the New Year's Eve celebration hosted for all the characters. I am sure many of you were expecting some more akin to a party
*August clears her throat*
[August:] Everyone should be well aware what happened last time.
(A low murmur of agreement went through the audience.)
*Elaine eyes August.*
[Elaine:] Don't act so superior. As I recall you were part of the trouble too.
[August:] And I recall you lost a wager there too.
(The two girls glare angrily at one another.)
[Chen:] At last something interesting.
[Leon:] Is this really what we need?
(The two girls turn the
Sam Dies at the End - 52.5 Muscle memory.Satisfying as it was to hear the crack when the wizard’s nose was broken, Cocky knew the fight was far from over. He had hoped to land behind the wizard so he could climb on his back and kill him. Instead, the staff broke under him and he crashed clumsily on top of Green Robe, who was screeching and thrashing. Oh well, Cocky thought, just as good.Sam Dies at the End - 52.5 Muscle memory.10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
But it wasn’t. Cocky twisted his body to face the wizard underneath him and was about to crush his windpipe in a finishing move, when Green Robe simply smacked him away with what felt like a bear’s claw. Four streaks of red appeared in Cocky’s midsection and he landed on his back, mercifully away from the flames.
“Aargh! Stupid. Stupid stupid STUPID!” Cocky thought bitterly, doubled over in pain. There was no time to dwell on it, however. He rolled over and managed to stand up, shakily. The wizard was trying to do the same. But before he could muster the energy to attack Green Robe again, Cocky looked past
BeginningsVeldin. Kyzil Plateau.Beginnings3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bright stars twinkled coldly in the night sky. It was chilly, a cold wind blowing over the Veldin wasteland. The Veldinite sitting huddled on a rock ignored it.
Ada was grieving.
After her husband had died, she had been alone, apart from her baby son. He had been all she had, her only company. Until a moments inattention...
She began to sob, burying her face in her hands as she remembered. A seconds distraction, that had been all, and her son had been taken, dragged off by horny toads, shrieking for his mother.
That had been this morning. Now, she waited in the desert to die. The elements, or horny toads, she didn't care which. There was nothing left for her...
And a roar split the silence. Despite her grief, she looked up, as a bright meteor streaked across the sky.
Or was it a meteor?
It was too large, too loud. The roar was the roar of an engine. Ada watched, stunned, as it grew closer to the ground. She hit the deck as it landed, the shock wave rippling her b
Coukyo Bands and RolesCoukyo Bands and Roles7 months ago in Plot Outlines & Synopses More Like This
Coukyo Bands and Roles
★Common Band Information★
Interaction between different bands is very common. Almost inevitable in populated regions.
Bands without builders or those knowledgeable on construction usually live in nests. However coukyo are capable of building shacks, huts, and simple housing. Nothing too extravagant like a wood tiled house complete with heating and plumbing.
Bands can be created at any time. However a good foundation is needed, therefore it may be hard. Most commonly, new bands are formed by branching off of larger ones.
All coukyo are expected to stay loyal to the band they were born in. Those who leave for their own reaso
The HeartSpoilers for Ratchet & Clank Future: A Crack In Time!The Heart5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The average male Lombaxian heart weighs approximately 230 to 260 grams. It beats an average of sixty-five times per minute in a state of rest and contains four chambers for pumping the average 4.9 liters of blood contained in the Lombaxian circulatory system. It sits beneath the costal cartilage, approximately six centimeters left from center and averaging eight centimeters below the surface of the skin.
Clank stopped briefly in his calculations to ponder their validity. The Lombax in question, while technically adult, was not entirely average. His body weight of 43.9 kilograms was 28.6% less than the average, and 31.2% less in terms of height at only 149.8 centimeters.
A "runt" as Captain Qwark would have said; though a confusing term, as Lombaxes do not reproduce in litters.
While he was aware that judgements of height were different for one who stood only 67 centimeters, Clank never saw Ratchet as a "runt." It was a dispar
I would do anythingI would do anything11 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Insomnia comes back to me, like an old friend. The impossibility to sleep, I won't find a cure, I don't want to. I like it this time of the night when I lay awake, tossing, turning, finally getting up and seeing cold air and empty space. Finding the meaning of alone. The house sleeps this time of the night, the computers rest and the dogs slumber, panting fitfully. Those others in the house, lie still, undisturbed by my movement. Though, I cannot drag myself far from those sheets, from the floor beside my bed. If I rest my hand there, maybe I can still feel the warmth we made. If I lay my head there, maybe I can still hear our breathing, still feel the thrusts, the laughter, your kiss. It seems tonight I can, like the echo following your scream in a cave. As though we dented the very fabric here so that I might reach in and laugh with you, again.
Sam Dies at the End - 55.3 The final form.Battery Park. The sun was setting and bathing the towering monster with a red, dying light. Behind the beast the sky was already dark.Sam Dies at the End - 55.3 The final form.9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Max climbed a smoking pile of rubble that was blocking the way. He felt so tired he was actually becoming sluggish. But he couldn’t afford that. He had no idea what he was doing, but he felt a desperate need to do something. At the top of the pile he saw Sam’s back. The muscles were rippling with strange movement, and a purple glow was coming out of the parts of his body that were translucent. Max lost his footing and tumbled down the pile, narrowly avoiding being impaled by a rusty rod. He rolled down and stopped his fall with his sprained hand. He cried out and cursed Cocky once again. But there would be time for that later. Or maybe not.
Max got up and turned around to see Sam face the giant batteries. Why are those things even there, Max thought, and started running as fast as he could. Not fast enough, however. Sam lifted his arms and t
Sam Dies at the End - 67. Onwards.Max thought Sam was going to pulverize him with his hug, but he didn’t really mind. He was just happy to see his best friend again. Fortunately for his spine, the hug didn’t last too long.Sam Dies at the End - 67. Onwards.8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“I thought you were...” Sam paused and let Max go. “Wait a second. Where's the past ME?”
Now that’s a looong story, Max thought. But he managed to summarize it well.
“Oh yeah, about that: we were on a case and you got turned into a giant monster with electromagnetic powers, so I kinda had to blow you up.” Max paused for dramatic effect, then he said with his best maniacal grin: “It was horrible!”
Sam cringed and Max was instantly reminded that it was probably too soon to joke about it. An awkward silence followed. For a moment, Max was at a loss at what to say next, but he suddenly remembered what had brought him out of his funk. He got his Luger out.
“Soooo... wanna stop some crimes?”
They headed to the elevator. For a spl
Love that soundAs a robotic being, many things about Clank are heightened or improved compared to his organic counterparts. He could see farer, in light or darknessLove that sound1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
and perform delicate, complete scans of his environment via his optical sensors. He could think faster then most supercomputers and come to logical conclusions on his own. He could withstand a far greater degree of damage that would prove fatal to soft-skinned creatures. And while his selection of gadgets and weapons may not be as high in numbers as most other species, or indeed many robots, he could make the most out of what he had with remarkable results.
However, the one thing that he prided over all his other senses and functions was the one least known and least understood by his organic companions.
He had one of the most acute senses of hearing ever known amounts machines.
That is not to say that robots do not hear well, far from it, but Clank could hear extremely well.
No other machine had his level of hearing and for a long time t
Sam Dies at the End - 53.8 Magic.The climb was the hardest part of the journey. Once up, however, it soon turned into a Gigerian nightmare. Weird organs pulsing and throbbing were attached to the walls or partially blocking the way.Sam Dies at the End - 53.8 Magic.10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Uuuuh,” Cocky complained, shivering. “I feel watched.”
“Was that supposed to be a joke?” Max purposefully made a detour to avoid a jelly-like blob that displayed a dozen or so eyes. They blinked in turn, like a LED light.
“Yes. Laugh,” Cocky said, deadpan.
“It IS funny,” Max said, “considering that I have actually felt watched since I escaped the pools of acid.”
“Not me. I was too busy trying to escape certain death. Say, what the Dickens is that? Do you know?”
Max turned to see. “Looks like cellophane. I’m not surprised. Sam is really too impatient to unwrap anything. We will probably also find all the chewing gum he has swallowed in the last seven years… wait.”
Cocky turned quick
Sam Dies at the End - 53. Sam the Devourer.Max arrived to find that Momma Bosco’s was a full house. Flint Paper, Papierwaite and co., Sybil and even Harry Moleman was there. “I’m back!” he announced, chipper, the improvised velvet sack bouncing against his shoulder.Sam Dies at the End - 53. Sam the Devourer.10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Harry Moleman saw Max and he jumped into the dirt tunnel. Max bent over and shouted into the hole: “Sorry about that, Harry! I was in a really bad mood!”
The echoes confirmed Harry Moleman was running away, screaming at the top of his lungs.
Momma Bosco looked at the lagomorph, eyes widened. “Heaven’s sake, hon! Are you alright?”
Max looked down at himself. Most of the blood wasn’t even his, but he preferred to grin and say: “Well, you shoulda seen the other guy.”
“Where IS the other guy?” Sybil asked. She looked worried. “Your space cousin?”
Max shrugged. “I dunno. In jail, maybe? The cops thought he was me and he got arrested.”
“Max, that is terrible!
Haunted Vista - 001Haunted Vista - 0015 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Haunted Vista Kingdoms: Rebirth "A Campsite Visit"
The vast Yniol Forest of Aramon bordered the southern eastern side of the realm. It was perhaps one of the greatest forests in Darien excluding the wild jungles of Zhon. There are many things which roam the depths of this mysterious wood and even fewer have been able to discover its secrets. Few dared to venture into its depth leaving much of the forest uncharted. Those who do keep to armed escorts and spend as little time underneath the leafy canopy as possible. Especially none would ever think to spend the night in under these haunted branches.
Those who live near the woods have heard the strange noises which echoed out at night. Some have seen the strange rustling of leaves and branches by an unseen hand. Those who sought to prove their bravery by penetrating the forest at nights found the depths of their cowardice exposed or return not at all each one only further fueling the fear of the Yniol Forest
Sam Dies at the End - 53.7 The Climb.“Is there no other way?” Max asked. The climb looked quite to be quite steep.Sam Dies at the End - 53.7 The Climb.10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“I’m pretty sure,” Cocky said. “I wandered for a while and it always came to this point. I couldn’t climb with my hands tied up like that, so I looked elsewhere for a way out. There was none. I got trapped by the tentacles when I was on my way to the acid pools.”
“Didn’t you just say you checked everywhere?”
“I wanted to see if there was something in the debris to cut the zip-ties,” Cocky said. “If push came to shove, I would have tried the acid.”
“Yeah, okay,” Max said, resigned. “You know, this is going to suck.”
“Are you kidding?? Climbing is FUN!” Cocky grinned madly. “Unnnnnless you have been awake for 36 hours straight.”
“Exactly, Feathers. Um. Okay. I wish I had thought to bring a rope and a hook.”
“Or a jetpack!”
Sam Dies at the End - 61. Climbing up.It was hard to admit, but Sam’s death was the best thing that ever happened to Max’s career. While it had not been easy at first (at least Flint Paper had helped a lot) Max had adapted to solo work. Sam’s particular skills and abilities were missed, but Max had eventually learned to work around his absence. Soon, the most unexpected thing happened: he started being wildly successful.Sam Dies at the End - 61. Climbing up.8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Already a hero from having saved the city and the world, he got a lot of new clients and new cases to bury himself in. He was grateful for it. All he did for some time was work and sleep; sleep and work.
In the meantime, he solved cases with ruthless efficiency. All those years watching Sam do his thing had not been in vain. But Max had to admit it was all not that fun anymore. He would probably keep doing it, as there was nothing else he was good at, but it was honestly not the same without Sam.
Max kept telling himself at some point he would have to scratch Sam’s name off the door
Sam Dies at the End - 53.6 Swing time.“Look, all I need is for you to get my knife and cut these zip-ties. Then I’ll free us both.”Sam Dies at the End - 53.6 Swing time.10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“If you think I’m gonna go around in your pants fishing for your knife, think again.”
“Okay, I’m thinking about it again.” Dead silence. “No? Damn, tough crowd.”
“I have decided to ignore you forever. Bye now.” Max looked away.
“My knife is in my belt, you humorless sack of fur. Only It’s mag-locked in place. You need to look for the release locks on the inside of the belt.”
“What the hell is mag-locked?”
“It’s a technology that uses a very strong magnetic bond to… uh, are you falling asleep???!”
“Yes. I am bored already. What the hell is mag-locked? I asked you, and you didn’t even answer.”
Cocky clenched his teeth.
“Let’s say it like this. My knife? It’s glued. Magnetically. To my BELT.”
“Uh?” Max looked ske
Hollow Hunters - Rough StartHollow Hunters - Rough Start5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hollow Hunters Rough Start
Nestled in the old neighborhood many of the buildings standing since the 1940's, the Goldston's Boarding House stood as a quaint reminder of the older days. Before the high sky-rise buildings and bustling downtowns had seized much of the surrounding land or when the urban blight descended across much of the discarded and forgotten parts of the city.
Like a time capsule this little area still retain the same homely and simple nature it possessed decades ago.
Generation of families still keep up the traditional visit to the boarding house, little changed in the interior since the time it was built. Nestling themselves in the antiqued of the past and enjoying a sense of nostalgia permeating through the place.
While the younger generations complained at the lack of sophistication and particular modern conveniences, that did little to detour the visits. Some suspected their parents of simple coming here merely to vex
Sam Dies at the End - 54.2 Dark thoughts.“We must be getting close to the brain,” Cocky said. “If there is one.”Sam Dies at the End - 54.2 Dark thoughts.9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Nice thinking, Sherlock.”
“This place, I know. You know what, we should rush through these caves. There’s nothing but purple streams here.”
“I hate them,” Max said, resentfully. “I hated touching them. I hate the very fact that they exist, infecting my best friend. I hate the way they make me feel.” Max could have kept going on about how he hated them, but deep down he knew it was only fueling the dark thoughts. He had needed almost half an hour to recover from the experience, and whether he wanted to admit it or not, he had been left pretty shaken. The worst thing about it was what it meant. If he didn’t find a different-colored stream, then Sam was gone for good. How much of him was left?
Cocky didn’t say anything. Max turned to look at him. He looked different now
Sam Dies at the End 60. Bottom of the barrel.In truth, it was not the cigarette smoke that woke Max up, but the searing light through his eyelids. He pawed around blindly for some kind of shield, preferably of the blanket kind, but there was nothing but air there. Then the light suddenly disappeared and Max barely opened his eyes. Flint Paper’s solid silhouette was blocking the sunlight.Sam Dies at the End 60. Bottom of the barrel.8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Sorry about that,” Flint said, without ever dropping his cigarette. “But it smells like a damp crackhouse here.”
Max watched the dust dance in the sunlight for a couple of beats.
“You okay, chap? Honestly, I could figure out you probably needed to be alone. But Sybil’s recruited me to check on you. And you know, that dame can be hella pushy when she’s got her mind onto something.”
“Mmh,” Max shrugged. In truth, he didn’t know if he was okay or not. It was kind of like waking up to find you were missing a limb, but at the same time being so deep at the bottom of the bar
Sam Dies at the End - 63. Cards against humanity.Max was in a bad mood.Sam Dies at the End - 63. Cards against humanity.8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
This wasn’t a rare occurrence, either. It seemed that he had gone through all the stages of grief just to quietly crash down again. And not only that.
Max was trying not to worry, but it was starting to feel slippery once more. Mostly at home, when he was alone and Sam’s absence filled every corner. He wondered what would happen if he started to zone out while he was on the job. It’d probably get him killed. More and more he felt convinced the Freelance Police had died with Sam and he didn’t have a place in his own life anymore. He was aware something would have to be done about it, and soon. People was noticing and giving him weird looks. He didn’t care what they thought, but he really didn’t want them to start asking him if he was okay. Max was worried he could probably end up hurting someone.
In the meantime, he roamed the streets. If someone’s gonna get hurt, it better be someone deserving, he thought. He silently wal