Alia"Hey, Zero, have you seen X?"Alia4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Alia had searched the entire Hunter Base looking for X. It wasn't like him to disappear. Luckily, Zero nodded.
"Yeah, he's on the rooftop. God knows what he's doing up there," Zero said.
Alia nodded. "Thanks, Zero."
As Alia entered the elevator, she felt a slight feeling of unease. What was X doing on the roof?
As she reached the roof, she saw X sitting on the cliff. X didn't look back. He assumed that the person who was approaching him was Zero.
"What is it, Zero?"
Alia walked out of the elevator, walking towards X.
"Zero's still in the medical room with Axl."
X instantly recognized that voice, and looked back. "Alia? What are you doing here?"
"I'm looking for you. What are you doing up here?" Alia asked.
X sighed. "I usually go up here sometimes when I'm down."
"What's wrong, X?" Alia sat down next to X.
"I can hear my creator's words. A bearded old man. He knows my name, but I don't know his. He called me a champion. But whatever he sees in me, I can't
SoulmateSoulmate9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By: Nekoi Seta
Do I know you?
Do you know me?
Have we met?
Wouldn't I know?
I search the eyes,
with everyone I meet.
Seeking the soul I feel,
as I slide into the depths of sleep.
Every night I feel you near….
I ask myself, Will I find you here?
The warmth of your presence,
the touch of your essence..
Dreams of you out there,
are visions I hold dear.
Your presence surrounding me,
I drift to sleep with nothing to fear.
Is it a dream?
A fanciful wish?
An impossible hope,
sprung from too much heart break?
Your invisible arms around me,
soothing away my loneliness.
The excruciating torment,
of this anxious waiting.
I will find you someday,
my beloved soulmate..
Angel poem of healingAngel poem of healing12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An angel sitting home alone
looking at the glowing moon
A beautiful world
She see\'s in her mind
Sparkles and dimes
Shiny and light
Mystic and mine
A beautiful angel flies
glides through the air in mystic delight
through the clouds
and air we breath
up apon our every dream
A wish she grants to all her dare ask
A sad heart which she heals
A smile put on a little girl
who knew of nothing but miss
A angel blue a angel red
a angel known as emina ked
A heart she heals with her eyes
the beaty found in her delight
She glides above in the stars
in the bright of the world
wishing that nothing ever was cold
wishing more that things were nice
the planet wasnt dying
and we could all not die.
Legend of Zelda: Sunset IsleSunset IsleLegend of Zelda: Sunset Isle9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
By Philip Bourque
The ship sailed on the waves; the mighty winds propelled it forward. It was an easily recognizable pirate ship, famous and infamous through out the seas. The captain was a young lady named Tetra and she brooked no insolence from her crew, though they truly dared not go against her; except for one, the new comer who had joined her crew six months ago. It was Link, the hero of the wind, who, along with Tetra had defeated the Dark Lord Ganon in the ruins of Hyrule castle. Desiring to see the world along with Tetra who desired to see the world's treasures, he departed along with the pirates, becoming part of Tetra's crew.
The sun shone through the sparse clouds and the deck sloped back and forth with the rolling waves. Gonzo, a large pirate, was at the helm, Tetra at his side and all the others were in their places… mostly. A young boy in green, Link, swabbed the deck while Niko, a little dork o
Haiku From MotherHaiku From Mother12 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
You use that coaster
Or as God is my witness
I will strike you dead
Titans 1602 chapter 1Titans 1602 chapter 110 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
By Artificer Urza
-1602- Hampton Court, England; the seat of power of England, the residence of Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth. Dark clouds hung overhead, hung over all of England, in fact. The air was thick with humidity and yet there had not been any rain in weeks, months almost. The air rumbled and grumbled as lightning flashed, but not a drop of water fell. A carriage, moving at a leisurely pace was approaching. The passenger was a youth, dressed like nobility; he had short, black hair and sharp blue eyes. He looked at the scenery outside, but his face had a deeply ponderous expression. The carriage pulled up to the gates of the Queen's mansion of Hampton Court.
"Master Wayne?" The driver said as the carriage came to a stop. "We've arrived, sir."
The young man exited the carriage, porters were waiting for him and began to take his luggage; he would remain in the hospitality of Her Majesty for a while, so he had packed some essentials. Another figure ca
Corporate RegiftingBy now you've hopefully realized that all of these bailouts and stimuli being injected into the American economy as though our Treasury Secretary was Barry Bonds are composed of taxpayer money. It's a warm, fuzzy feeling knowing the government is giving your money to help out those who didn't know how to properly handle it in the first place; warm and fuzzy just like a rat in a microwave.Corporate Regifting6 years ago in Humor More Like This
As taxpayers, we don't seem to have any real control over who Congress gives our money to, but at least all these corporate institutions are figuring out what's going on, right? I mean sure, there have already been a couple corporations who've held one hand out to Congress for money while the other hand was getting manicured in Aspen, but they must have learned by now they should be more conservative with their bailouts and not so... so... crunk rapper-ish with their fiscal salvation. Right?
Well, I'm writing a column, so that can't be a good sign.
And, of course, they haven't. Ac
your poetry is horribleyour poetry is horrible13 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i am irrepressible teenage angst.
here is my bitchy poem.
woe is me.
(insert typo here)
i can use
drastic S P A C I N G
to make my point
(insert computer shorthand here)
my girlfriend just dumped me.
perhaps i can
write at length about
s u i c i d e
(insert trite phrase about loneliness)
because i am ohsotouchy
so, to all you
adolescents out there
your poetry is horrible.
pain does not always equal great art.
now, go write something worth while.
An Angel is what I'd beAn Angel is what I'd be11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I had a choice
An angel's what I'd be,
And everything that happened
I'd be there to see,
You'd be right there with me
To wrap my wings around,
Only you would know I'm there
For I wouldn't make a sound,
I would see ahead of you
To help direct your path,
I'd always be there with you
You'd never have to ask,
I'd be there protecting you
And keeping you from harm,
For nothing is too hard for me
With my loving arms,
When you have somewhere to go
I'll be with you in flight,
I'll also be there protecting
In the middle of the night,
So if I had a choice
An angel's what I'd be,
I'd be right there beside you
Helping you to see.
and onceand once12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there was a moment there,
when your eyelashes fell in heaps,
upon the fluttering
of your oval shaped howl.
within seconds we were over,
folded into the ecstasy of the past,
and heaving endearments to
catch our breath.
your legs were wrapped
like gifts of tremoring earth,
binding me to the moon
with blood that does not
spill, but flows.
my empty cry spilled into you
the fantasy of being nowhere,
but inside your mouth
hotter than heaven,
the plot of seduction
you pursed your lips,
rubbed their slick against
my tired brow,
how we sped up
[we slowed down.]
there was a week there,
when our clothes fell in heaps,
upon the shuddering floor
and within years we were over,
collapsed into the shovels of the future
heaving endearments to another, to
catch up to our lives.
your legs were loose and tired
like dusty twigs
binding us to the soil
with dust that does not sta
Halloween Trick"Halloween Trick" by GoldFoxHalloween Trick4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Just a silly belated story for Halloween.
William James Rowe and Louis Patriarch are both characters created by Peachnewt and are used with permission.
I own nothing and noone!
Will smiled to himself as he saw Louis come in through the front door, his shades and frown firmly in place. He bit his lip, hiding his smile behind his tea mug as he handed Louis his coffee. The man snatched it from him and took a long drink before he grunted out, "Hi." to him and then walked on past him. It wasn't much, but it made Will smile.
Louis tried not to notice that little smile of Fanboy's as he walked past, heading for his desk. He was grouchy and tired. It was Halloween today and he had been pestered all day at home by kids screaming and shouting as they went on their early trick-or-treating. It had woken him up and his mood had not improved since.
He was also a bit apprehensive. Knowing Will, that Fanboy had probably done something to his desk all for the
Tell it to the sheepTell it to the sheep12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for simple minds
shall I use few syllables
so that you can understand?
in your sublime ignorance you
have not only marked yourself
but also wasted my time
the voluminousity of your stupidity
is so vast
beyond my ample comprehension..
I fear that your reproduction
will only stand to weaken
the gene pool-
a frightening thought
a wise man once said
"short people got no reason.."
I beg to differ
"dumb people got no reason.."
they're reasoning ability was left at the gate
along with their intelligence.
so please take your
point of view
out of my presence…
..go tell it to the sheep..
perhaps they will understand.
PhoenixPhoenix13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how it is to be
exist in a new realm.
You burn bright,
reflect radiant light.
embraced by your wings,
ConscienceConscience10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Zero, Harpuia, Ciel, and Alouette (c) CAPCOM.
This story is copyrighted 2004 by A.R.C, reproduction of any part of this story in any medium is prohibited, unless with written permission from the author. Measures will be taken against anyone who alters, copies, distributes, or claims authorship. If you do, I get to send you on a one-way trip to the Threshold of Pain.
"Miserable." Harpuia noted.
The wet marshes were always the same around this time of year, where the wind and rain slicked this place into a muddy hole, large trees and vines twisting through it like a maze. It was a horrible place to be, because the stinging cold mud would chill you to the bone, but the foliage was thick and it was easy to get lost in … and a perfect place to hide.
That was the main reason he was sent to patrol the area from the air on his off days – a smart move, but not a savoury one. On top of the miserable coldness, it was also as boring as hell to look at. He envied his lucky s
ChildNetto would have gotten a full night of rest if a blip coming from his PET didn't wake him up. Normally he would have rolled on his other side, ignored the sound and returned to the land of dreams, but when muted voices reached his ears, his drowsy mind half recalled why this was not going to be neither normal, nor peaceful.Child3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He spent the next few seconds trying to come up with a valid excuse to not get up, but when nothing came to mind, he gave up and sat on the edge of his bed. He glared at the blue PET resting on his desk with all the unhappiness and frustration a sleep deprived boy his age could muster.
"Rockman," he whined, voice low and heavy with tiredness. "Can't you keep him quiet? At least for tonight?"
The screen of the PET turned on, showering the room in blue light, and Rockman gave an apologetic smile to his operator. "Sorry, Netto-kun," he said, trying to ward off something with his hand. He was going to add something else regarding the issue, but he was interrupted when
26 Moments - PeacePitch darkness consumed his vision behind closed eyelids; he felt light as a feather, floating in nothingness as his Reploid body began to disintegrate into billions of red, black, and white bits of data, his soul, CPU data, conscious, and spirit still remaining intact.26 Moments - Peace4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Without warning, his brain began to merge with new data; a huge sense of familiarity overtaking him as thousands upon thousands of pictures, videos, audio, and other files from his lost memories flooded his brain and assimilated with his current memory drives.
Images of those from his past began to appear before his eyes, the first being a black-armored Reploid with red striping on his armor, striking green eyes, a cocky smirk and a distinctive X-shaped scar on his face, his orange hair spiking up from the back of a black and red-striped helmet with white cat-ear-like attachments
The next image showed a stoic looking male Reploid adorned in a navy blue military style uniform and matching hat
scavengers.scavengers.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
did you hear?
i remember back when the machine still breathed. when i close my eyes i can still taste her oil in my teeth.
when she rustled, i heard.
i am a reminder of the old city. common times all commonplace in the rubble of her breast.
i've still got her fight in me.
when the city ceased to be and all the weak were glazed, there was a war. a very small war, but it was war nonetheless. i fought this war. it was all selfish-- every man for himself. flesh versus metal, teeth and bone and blood versus gears and wires and synthetics. everyone was to blame. no one was at fault. it was not a question of who won. everyone lost.
she was hungry, then. a voracious cadaver. there was never enough life to lose.
i was a mercenary, a soldier for hire. a bounty hunter. in this utopia, our utopia, there was an underbelly full of worms, pissoir in colour at its deviate core.
i never disgusted myself before those first days.
scavengers, filter feeders. we spa
SkeletonSkeleton9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I knew a pretty girl
Who couldn’t see her own face,
the magnitude of her grace,
or, perhaps she didn’t want to,
But the boys did.
I knew a pretty girl
Who had a mirror that lied.
It choked and it spat out
just what she despised:
of intolerable imperfection.
Not worthy of love,
She had no face.
The boys saw that, too.
The emptiness of her eyes
simply reflected the lips that
grasped her neck.
The anonymous hands
at her hips
Drove her train of thought to a wreck.
I knew a pretty girl
Who drank poison
and told herself it wa
When CAPCOM turned Maverick"You're cancelling us?!"When CAPCOM turned Maverick4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Here we find all of our blue bombers inside an office in CAPCOM. We find Classic Mega Man, X, Volnutt, MegaMan.EXE, Mega Man Starforce, Vent, Aile, Ashe and Grey all standing in front of a big desk with fellow CAPCOM characters Ryu and Frank West on each side. Behind the desk stands a tall figure staring at the scenery behind the glass window.
"Yes. You heard it. The Mega Man Franchise will be shut down as soon as possible. All games and other related products involving the name Mega Man will be cancelled and removed." The figure said.
"But why?! Why would you do this to us?" Classic Mega Man cried out.
"Haha. Let's face it this way, guys. You're...rejects now."
"I can't believe this! After all we've done to turn this company into what it is today!" X yelled out.
"Well that may be true, but your games have never reached our criteria and they never made us very big money...that's why you are useless now. If you can't make us money, then you get axed.
MarumokosPink.Marumokos6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Forte looked left, and saw pink. He looked right, more pink.
For a moment, the black navi closed his eyes and let his mind linger into the darkness that embraced his vision, silently willing that the sea of pink just disappeared once he reopened them.
He had been traveling through the Undernet in search of Serenade, sure that this time he could best her in a battle and finally absorb her powers. Instead, after locating her in a particular remote zone of the lawless network, he was met with... that obnoxious color.
There was no way he would even think of uttering that word again. Neither out loud nor in the privacy of his own mind. Not after seeing so much of it...
Forte slowly reopened his eyes and repressed the urge to scream in anger when he realized that the Marumokos where still there and didn't seem like they wanted to move. He knew Serenade was somewhere around there, he could feel it, but the sea of sheep-like viruses was effectively preventing
Laic's Bio and Study SheetLaic's Bio and Study Sheet10 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Ooman Code Name: "The White Tiger"
Hieght: 9" ft 2" in.
Weight: 390 lbs
Age: 543 (about 48 in human years) X3
Status: High Priestess of Cetanu
Family: whereabouts of family is unknown
Desciples: 4 acolytes and 1 apprentice
Physical description and notes:
Laic has become a legend among the followers of Cetanu, the god of death. She started training to become a priestess at a very young age. After the mysterious disappearance of her family, she was determined to learn all the knowledge about death and destruction that her loving god had to offer. Thus, she became one of the most powerful followers of Cetanu. It is said that his wishes and thoughts are channeled through her through visions and dreams...or nightmares.
She spends much of her time in meditation. Though she prefers to walk amongst the crew and observe them, offering any guidance or wisdom she might have. She blesses hunts and blooding ceremonies with elaborate prayers and mystical blades
Dr. Wily UMVC3 MovesetDr. Wily UMVC3 Moveset3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset:
Game Series: MegaMan
First Appearance: MegaMan 1 (1987)
Health: 1,100,000 HP Points
Power Ranking (Out of 7)
Energy Projection: 7
Fighting Ability: 3
Dr. Wily is the main villain of the MegaMan series, always creating robots in order to defeat his arch enemy, MegaMan. He's always defeated by MegaMan, no matter what the situation is. Even with ProtoMan once at his side as well as Bass, MegaMan was still able to defeat him. Dr. Wily still continues to build robots, hoping one day that one of them will finally be able to defeat MegaMan.
Assist Alpha: Swirling Orb (Shot, Front)
Assist HC: Death Sight
Assist Beta: Ice Comet (Shot, Down)
Assist HC: Death Sight
Assist Gamma: Wily Archive: Electric Strike (Shot, Front/Up/Down)
Assist HC: Death Sight
Dr. Wily will be seen standing next to a pod with a skull face on the front of it. He'll then jump ins
Rockman Classic: MurdererIt had been different before, he told himself. Cutman, Elecman, Gutsman, Bombman, Iceman, Fireman, Timeman, and Oilman. They had all been his brothers. It was a simple matter to damage them enough to activate the emergency shutdown that Dr. Light had installed, and then take them back to the lab to be repaired. It was not murder.Rockman Classic: Murderer5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
All those countless Mechaniloids that had gone berserk, that scary yellow robot that kept shouting "Bumo!" and the bubble machine hadn't bothered him too much. They weren't Robot Masters, they had much less intelligence than the Robot Masters did. He didn't feel too bad about destroying them. Neither did he feel terrible about destroying the incomplete, non-sentient clones of his brothers. But Robot Masters...
He had never expected Wily to create a Robot Master himself, much less a clone of him. That didn't change anything. Sure, Copy Rockman (or Copy, Rock would mentally call him) hadn't been a 100% identical clone -- the frontmost mark was a triangle as oppo
Meeting UpYou: so...Meeting Up9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
You: I was thinking
You: maybe we could y'know
You: meet up in person, soon
Your heart pounds as the 'Sean is typing...' message in the chat box appears and lingered for what felt like an eternity.
Sean: I'd thought you'd never ask. How about we get some dinner tomorrow?
Tomorrow! Such short notice, but you've been chatting with this guy for months now. Things have been going so well, you'd do anything to see him.
You: sure! I'd really love to
You: just name the time and place and I'll be there
Your words project confidence, but behind the keyboard your fingers tremble. It's been a long time since you've felt a connection this strong with someone. So many nights chatting into the wee hours of the morning, so many discovered common interests. He could really be the one, as cheesy as that sounds.
Sean: Alright, I know a great steakhouse down on State. Meet me there at like 6?
You: sounds per