Luna Game: Chapter 0: ForewardFor those of you who have played and/or seen playthroughs of it on YouTube, the way you see ponies has forever been changed and you can't erase those 15-20 horrifying minutes of your life from your mind or your soul anymore. Before we get into the actual story, lemme tell you a little one. A friend of mine, known as CalligraphyJack on the internet, was playing Luna Game the other day. He really had no idea about the order and stuff and couldn't replay some games so he couldn't tell me how scary it was. Thing is, I knew it was gonna be scary because I know this guy in real life, he pretty much never gets scared. I could see the look on his face playing the game. This game was obviously not for the faint of heart. Now, this was back in May. I had completely forgotten about Luna Game until just yesterday. I forget how I even remembered it but I did. I downloaded the first game, I'm just playing as Luna and then in LESS than a split second, it turns to a picture of creepy Zalgo Pinkie Pie.Luna Game: Chapter 0: Foreward1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Zelda Doujin IdeaZelda Doujin Idea2 years ago in Settings More Like This
So heres the thing.. I've had a rather interesting nightmare involving another form of poor dear link.. its like since playing the games , and watching him grow, my mind is trying to predict the next step...
Skyward sword, bringing up about the legends.. i keep feeling depressed knowing old link is probably dead...
BUT... as my nightmare plays out.. and thanks to the converyer belts in skyward... It played an eerie collage in my mind...
Link found his way into Ganondorfs traps.. Dashing quickly through the steam punked freaky patterns of hell and techno.. thinking he was under water as his body dashed through the dark drops until he saw, behind the cages, almost like crowds awaiting their train.. their bodies solid colors blending into each other but a few colors ripped through the assempled and dangling figures behind the odd walls...
Link was soon to meet them, knowing the dark corridors would lead him to them one way or another...
He nearly fell into the dark abyss below the belts b
RevelationsThere was a record store on Seventh Avenue, and sometimes they needed help unloading new stock—Jimmy had pitched in a couple times, when he needed cash for a betting pool or weed or something, and after a couple rounds of that he'd just left them his number to simplify things. It was a Saturday in late-June when he stopped by to fill in for an acquaintance who was out getting something nasty treated, something nasty that Jimmy had to pause and check himself for after he hung up the phone, on account of the nature of their acquaintanceship.Revelations2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He was flipping through the cardstock covers, looking for something like the less-popular cousin of Nine Inch Heels, when he happened to glance up through the window and across the street into the window of the adjacent Taco Hell. Through two panes of glass and the width of a street, his eyes caught on another set of eyes for the tick of a second.
"Hey," he murmured, "I know you."
The face was familiar, even from this distance. There w
On Planet EarthOn planet earth, everything is perfect. War and fighting and disagreements are obsolete. Every mind on the planet is identical. No person knows more about anything than any other person. No person knows any less.On Planet Earth4 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
When babies are born on planet earth, they know every bit of information that exists on the planet. The grandest, most complex concepts are known to every person on earth.
All the diversity on earth was deemed inefficient centuries ago, and everything was then standardized. Instead of spending time after birth teaching children to read and write, they are born knowing how to. This is because, for the past nine months, they have been fed information constantly while in the womb.
Unfortunately, some babies' brains haven't adapted properly to his changing way of life. They seem to have a limit to how much information they can absorb. They reach this limit long before they are able to absorb everything that they are expected to absorb. They are born dumb, slow, and they lack the c
A T4-TV Rant- Amusement ParksA T4-TV Rant on DeviantART: Amusement ParksA T4-TV Rant- Amusement Parks5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Amusement Parks: They were amusing for our time. We rode on roller coasters, we won super-size stuffed animals, and ate the best food on there... until the shit hits the fan.
Here's what I'm getting at: Amusement Parks are not what they used to be anymore.
First off, their bullshit policies for the handicapped. Here's a good one. Back then, we would have to wait in long ass lines, but for people who are disabled, they can just get in the ride easily. People who have Autism like myself, the handicapped, you name them. Guess what? All that changed. Now, almost all amusement parks have a disabled guest to go to the time of when the ride would be available. You wanna know why this is happening? Simple: "normal" people are abusing the system; they would pretend to be disabled just so they can get into a ride. I find this as a big "fuck you
Untitled LoveThe rhythm of tiny drummersUntitled Love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the miniscule strummers
Plucking the strings of my heart
I wonder if it's them or me
Dictating my movements
As I close the gap between us
And crush our lips together
Time and space themselves freeze
No cell dares to move
I am struck with an electric jolt
And quickly jerk my head away
I turn and run
Nothing you say matters
Refusal or acceptance
The words will change nothing
I'm hooked on you, love
Label Me?Am I inconsiderate?Label Me?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So I curse the happiness of others?
Do I wish I was in their place?
Does that make me evil?
Does that make me cruel?
My feelings of jealousy
Are temporarily bandaged
By kind, soft words
And gentle, strong arms
Though soon enough
My envy seeps through
A sickening shade of green
Like the colour of my eyes
Am I malevolent?
Someone needs to help
Call me those insults
Say them all to me
With as much malice as possible
One of them should fit
Like a puzzke piece
To my personality
I don't need your pity of help
I just need to label this fucking unknown emotion
I need to give it a name
Once I do, I'll feel safe
I'll hide beneath the shell of this new emotion
It'll protect me
Like nobody else wants to
Because nobody cares
Nobody wants to know me
I should stop trying
Nothing anyone does would change
Nothing would change if I did
If I changed
Nobody else would
Nobody else would care
Because there is always another ...
Once Upon A Time Story 1The princess who wanted more.Once Upon A Time Story 16 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
once upon a time... there was a beautiful girl...
She was all the kingdom needs, she was all her people see.
someone dark and temping, came to her one night
said he would make her, make her more in sight.
then he took her far away, locked her in a scary place
now her people lived in dark, never knowing what to face.
the princess never saw the light, years and years went by and by.
Till she sent a silent dove, with a messege far above
save me from this scary place, i will help you what you face
then one day a prince came through found the dove that she sent you.
on his horse he traveled near seeking here and everywhere.
Then he traveled to and fro. seeking further then the snow.
Ice and snow drops falling down, faster then he can round
found the tower up on top, on a mountian he must cross
Fought the dark one with his might, saved the girl from the fright.
took her back to see her home, the kingdom now without a thron
Speech- Bono VoxAs a thirteen-year-old, grade eight, I have my own, unique opinion on a variety of subjects. One such opinion of mine include some very sincere song lyrics; One man come in the name of love. These song lyrics were written about that single man through history, who managed to change the world. I believe that since the beginning of time, there has been one man, who made a difference. Who had just enough influence, that he could change the way things work. At one point, this man was said to be the Jesus Christ. Through time, the title of "one man" has been passed on to many different people, in different countries, in different situations, and for different reasons. Honourable judges, teachers, parents, and fellow students, I would like to present you with this age's modern "one man", He who wrote that single, deep line. He who currently changes the world with his voice, his songwriting, and his heart. You may or may not know, but the man I am referring to is the one and only BonoSpeech- Bono Vox6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Me to YouAs you spoke to me and laughed,Me to You7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As your eyes searched and found mine, a smile crept up on your beautiful lips
I realized, even for a moment,
I mattered to you.
Dead Woman's JournalAn Entry from a Dead Woman's JournalDead Woman's Journal7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Deep in the woods of Oregon there is a ghostly presence that seems always be haunting the woods. Her appearance looks quite peculiar. Her attire looks as if it's from the mid 1930s. Her blue homemade dress with a red apron is all torn, her hair matted. She looks as though she just came from swimming in the near-by lake. She wanders through the woods, staring straight ahead. Once in a while she'll let out a tremendous "No!" And start clawing at the air, as if something lies in front of her. Here is an entry from a dead woman's journal.
September 29th, 1935-The Day I Died
I don't know what made me do it, but I did. I left the safety of the upstairs and ran down to the dank, musty, daunting cellar.
Bleeding AshesBleeding Ashes8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The assassin wreaks infection
of the killing viral prey inside…
Stained black soul
the continual denial
a breeding consumption,
heart bleeding ashes
for a weaker degree.
Each breath consolidated,
into relapsing sources.
Such a mystic terminal
full to the brim,
inept of knowing truth.
This understanding can not
be clear. Provisions were
of a mess, twilight was
an ending in return.
Festing on the ShowWarning: This Story contains Nudity and VoreFesting on the Show1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
They may do this as entertainment for others but they are mere chess pieces, they are forced into this game of life and death for the wealthy who throws away stacks of riches for the show and celebrate whist those who are thrown onto the stage fear for their lives. They had what would sound easy a task to complete and if they succeed they would be set free, frailer was not an option. However victory wasn't as easy as it seemed and those who fell were humiliated in front of thousands who came for a show which no care about who was on stage as the continued to cheer.
The overhead lights flicked to life illuminating the large room, the beams passed through the small gaps of the metal bars, footsteps echoed strongly inside the prison cells as they marched onto the hard stone floor eventually stopping at one of the cells, with a jingle of keys and the clack of the lock the cell door opened slowly and the large uniform stepped in
The Social Network of the bound side [UNFINISHED]Title still in worksThe Social Network of the bound side [UNFINISHED]1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I slummed on the Sofa holding up my heavy head as I stared blankly into the screen of my laptop with only the sound of the rain crashing down onto the plastic roofing of the spear room. This was a typical productive day for me, lying around the whole house with nothing but the sound of the rain and my own thoughts keeping me company.
My Parents would usually be at work for the whole day which would be okay if it wasn't the summer and schools were closed; even if no one liked it at least there you had something to do, so for the usually week days I'd just be inside this large building I called home. I wasn't worried about that, I was a young adult so of course I could take care of myself; the only problem was I had nothing to do during the long day.
I didn't really have many friends where I lived and nearly all of them were girls, however I wasn't able to spend much time with them as some of them travelled for their holidays, I was lucky if I hung out with at
My old shoesMy old shoes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My old shoes
My old shoes are raggedy
Worn out, form years of walking
A hole in the right side of one
The left in the other
I will never get rid of them
They are written on
I love W scribbled out
A heart with a music note, in royal blue
A breast cancer ribbon, to honor someone I love
My old shoes are me
The feelings I felt
The changes that grew within me
The way to freedom
The way to laughter
They are a bridge to the past
But also a will to move forward.
They are important
They will never be tossed away
They will be kept safe
My dad will not rid me of them
My old shoes are raggedy
Worn out, form years of walking
A hole in the right side of one
The left in the other
I will never get rid of them
For they are so much more than shoes
Spiky Haired confessionsThe spikey haired teenagers known as Sora stared to the small golden plaques engraved with a number in front of the white door as his figures danced with each other; sweat running down from his head as he bit his bottom lip, there was a reason he was so nervous though as today he finally was going to confess after keeping them hidden for weeks on end and now he felt he had built enough courage to finally say it.Spiky Haired confessions2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His arm slowly stretched out quivering towards the door as he felt his nerves trying to overcome him telling him maybe this was a horrible idea and he should go home and forget about the whole thing, no, he needed to do this. His hand tapped on the door faintly for a second before he quickly pulled away and waited for a response, he stood in the same spot for a few seconds looking around at the flats all around him each looked the same to the one before, he pulled the strap of his school bag further up his shoulder clutching it hard as he gazed the flats, maybe he'd gotten the
Analyzing: SuckerPunchAnalyzing: SuckerPunch2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Analyzing and Improving: Suckerpunch
Zach Synder is rapidly gaining a reputation as a visionary director even since his powerful debut with Dawn of the Dead. He reinvigorated comic movies with the success of 300 and confirmed his credit as a comic movie director with the highly faithful Watchmen. His reputation revolves around his devotion to classic geek culture, the archetypes of science fiction and fantasy brought to vivid larger the life reality by the latest computer generated effects. He's also infamous for having scantily clad and promiscuous female characters in compromising situations, overblown combat set pieces, and incredible amounts of slow motion photography.
All of these things blend into his latest production: SuckerPunch.
Apparently a long time vanity project with roots in his early childhood artwork, SuckerPunch was initially marketed as 'Alice in Wonderland with machine guns' when it was first announced. The title alone suggests something powerful, blunt force, shock
Cleverbot hates sparklefagsCleverbot: What is your favorite movie?Cleverbot hates sparklefags3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
User: Not Twilight.
Cleverbot: I don't like Twilight.
User: What are your thoughts on Edward Cullen?
Cleverbot: Hate him.
User: Why do you hate Edward Cullen?
Cleverbot: Because, I just do.
User: But why do you hate Edward Cullen?
Cleverbot: He sparkles.
User: I love you Cleverbot.
The Creation of ChildrenThe Creation of Children2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When you see a corpse you are fooled into believing that it is the same person that you loved and held. This is not so and I have proven it. I was born barren but I have always desired children of my own. It pained me that I could not conceive but I tried not to dwell on it too long as I had my scientific endeavours to persue.
One day as I was walking I saw a funeral procession and followed my morbid sense of curiosity. It was a baby, wrapped in white and barely two months old. I watch as that mother sobbed and it hit me, I would never have that sort of love.
I stole the child; the corpse. Late into the night, digging past midnight and hiding from the constables. I stole that child and brought her back to my lab. I tried everything and ended up going through several corpses, trying various medical and scientific ways cast aside by the scientific and Medical community for being to morally corrupt, but none of it was enough.
A year had passed and my life revolved around finding the missi
Psycho_Crystal.HTML -Creepypasta- As an artist and avid Sonic the Hedgehog fan, I have realized over time that creating mentally unstable characters is a tragic idea, especially if they have had a rather abusive and/or traumatic past. I know, I know, call me crazy. But I speak the truth, so please bear with me here.Psycho_Crystal.HTML -Creepypasta-2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My name is Samantha, though most people I know call me 'Sammi' for short. I'm pretty much the tech support girl in my family, but I should really stay away from electronics for a very long while. Why? Well, let's just say my characters, especially my Sonic fan character Crystal the Hedgehog, have unique personalities that really "bring them to life." If you've read about my first experience with Crystal being in an online game and thought that was bad, well, all I can say to you is that you don't know the half of it. Things, surprisingly, have gotten worse about a year later, after my father generously decided to buy me a new computer, even after I smashed the old one to tiny p
The Cabin Boy's Treasure .:Chapter Two:.Chapter Two: The graveyardThe Cabin Boy's Treasure .:Chapter Two:.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Christopher awoke to the creaking sounds of the wooden boat at crew members walked above him the voiced distorted by the wood, he rubbed his eyes and looked to the cook who was still asleep though even is the ship was being attacked whist in stormy weather the cook would still be in his dreamland.
The Cabin boy stood and looked out of the small rounded window but unlike yesterday it was a different sighting, the clear blue skies from before had vanished and the blue water from before was dark and uninviting before it was empurpled by the fog. He felt it was strange as he turned back to the sleeping cook and knowing this was his change he crept up to the deck.
All around him the crew members ran around the ship as they yelled to one another to keep it steady, some crew members looked forward trying to find a way through the thick fog whist others yanked and pulled on ropes. Christopher stood in the middle of all this for him he reminded him of home when he sto
Why Recolors are a No-NoWe see them everywhere. On fan-made YouTube videos with people's fan-characters, on Photobucket, DeviantART, even in a kid's coloring book. So the question is: why are recolored characters bad? Well all that will be explained, we will see if it's true artistic talent/creativity and the consequences recolors cause, as well as the overall reputation of how people look at recolors.Why Recolors are a No-No2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
So now, is recoloring a true artistic skill? Well let's see: when one recolors, you take someone's art of a character, you add either minor or major adjustments to your liking and then voila! A recolored character! The answer to that is a big fat NO. Recoloring is something ANYONE can do. Truly making a piece of art from scratch is something only skilled artists can produce seeing not everyone is as artistic as others. You see, a true artist would make his/her own work without the aid of another artist's work to color over. A true artist takes hours or much longer to produce art - something that recolorin
The Cabin Boy's Treasure .:Chapter One:.Chapter One: Sealed FateThe Cabin Boy's Treasure .:Chapter One:.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There are many tales from the seven seas any many of them are told through the ages but some are forgotten, never told by fellow travellers or adventures and disappear to the bottom of the sea like so many lost ships. This is one of those tales that at first sound unbelievable but all I ask is for you to read on, this is the story about a young Cabin boy and how he came not across the greatest thing he'd set his eyes on, but also the greatest thing he loved.
Christopher never had it easy; sure he had dashing looks with his bushy black hair and emerald eyes and thin body but when it came to life it wasn't the best, he ran away from home at the young age of fourteen not wanting to follow in his father's footsteps of being a merchant staying in the same cluttered city all the time but instead he wanted to explore new places so the first ship he saw he got on, it was surprising to find that the Captain was considered one of the finest men in Britain Sir Albert Wins
Trapped in KinkThe Young man's eyes slowly opened, his vision being blocked by the luminous light that glowed over his face, he turned his face away only to notice one of his arms shackled to the metal table, and he pulled at his arm only to find it was put in tight. He turned to his other arm to find the same situation, as well as his legs. He wriggled his body and pulled with all his might yet his limbs stayed attached to the bed. Soon his was out of breath and his body limped on the table, his head once again staring into the bright light above him, escapes was impossible.Trapped in Kink2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The cold air of the room touched his exposed skin, sending chills through the hairs, it wasn't much help that his shirt had been unbuttoned leaving his chest exposed; the only warmth he could find was through the light that burned down onto his face, he looked down to his legs, just being able to notice that his jeans and shoes were still on before he slumped his head back onto the hard steel and a slight sigh escaped his lips.