Project: ENDZONEDear Contestant,Project: ENDZONE8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You have been cordially invited (or drafted, more accurately speaking) to attend a tournament in our remote island in the land of Grimmoire. You will be pitted against your fellow contestants, who come from a myriad of different worlds. The complex criteria by which you and your fellow contestants were judged upon is none of your concern; all that matters is that your own unique qualities have drawn our attention.
This competition is called Project: ENDZONE. It is a joint venture between the Grimmorian government and SelesCorp, a powerful trans-dimensional corporation. Mr. Seles, the owner of SelesCorp, has generously offered his assistance in helping us prepare for this contest.
What follows are the rules of the competition, along with some helpful information, which you should keep in mind at all times:
1. If you have received this letter, your entrance in the competition is mandatory. No exceptions. If you choose not to comply, rest assured we will find
WoT: Intermission - KarlNot a very long ago in a world not so far awayWoT: Intermission - Karl7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In his own private quarters within the abandoned Castle of Nations Amusement Park, Karl sat at the dinner table with a violin in hand, enjoying the chance to play a little tune before his next murder.
Karl sat on an old, rickety wooden chair in front of a long, chipped wooden table. Upon the table were plates filled with assorted fruits and meats. It would look like the most appetizing feast possible were it not for the fact that all the food was plastic. At the center of the table was a fancy centerpiece: a tiny ceramic castle, which was currently being used by Arma as a perch.
As Karl played a slow, almost mournful tune of his own creation on the violin, he looked across the long table at his dinner guest. A young girl wearing a cyan shirt was tied to the chair. Her hands were also tied behind the chair.
The Will of Talos: PrologueFor the first time in decades, the city of Taitle was alive.The Will of Talos: Prologue7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had always been a curious place. When the city was first established, centuries ago, it was at the height of technology. Beautiful accomplishments of Victorian architecture stretched as far as the eye could see. From the tallest building to the smallest hovel, it all looked beautiful and remarkable for its now. Towering above all the buildings was a great clock tower in the center of town, always depicting the exact time. The cobblestone streets were always seemed clean, the weather always seemed nice, and just being there seemed to make people feel good. But the one thing Taitle was best known for was its technology. The numerous inventors and geniuses that inhabited the city had harnessed steam-power and clockwork in a way no one had seen before. Marvels of technology could be found just around every corner. On one corner, you could see a mechanical man, full of rivets and moving gears, and eyes hiding remarkable intelli
LoT: MeanwhileLoT: Meanwhile7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The old man's nephew looked out the giant observation window into the city. His workers and helpers spewed statistics at him every so often about the amount of steam being released and the last earthquake location. They barely even stopped talking anymore.
He sighed, which only deepened when his uncle burst in and ran to look out through the window at the city. The nephew watched him, disinterested, then said "Uncle, really, you have your own observation deck, what are you-"
"Shhhh. Hear that?" The old man waved his nephew impatiently into silence, and went back to his staring, pressing his large nose to the window to see better.
The nephew looked out at the city, then back at the old man. "Hear what?" Agitated, the old man looks at him for a moment before seeming to make up his mind and rushing over to him, dragging him to his eye level by the collar.
"Listen," he hissed. He looked back out the window, and the nephew unenthusiastically follows his gaze.
"I still don't hear anyt
Project: ENDZONE Chapter TwoOi, thank god! Ive never been so appy to be on land in my ole life! said Chimbley after stepping off the ship. His once pale face seemed to regain some color.Project: ENDZONE Chapter Two8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Seth turned and watched as contestants came off the ship by the dozens. The contestants came in all different shapes, sizes, and species. Seth was able to make out a few standout contestants. He saw one that was a huge robot carrying around a brain in a jar. He saw another that was wearing a red robotic suit of armor. Seth thought he had seen everything when he was a skeleton come on the dock.
Dear lord, what have I gotten myself into? thought Seth, nervously. He looked at his sword. Does this thing even cut through robot armor? Lord, they probably have like death rays or something. Im pretty sure my techniques wont be as effective if I burst into flames. Ugh!
Oi, somethin wrong? said Chimbley, looking up at Seth.
What? Oh nothing just a bit
Project: ENDZONE Chapter ThreeWe are beasts, nothing more. We act like were somehow superior to every other creature that walks on this Earth, but we are not. We have invented these concepts of civility and morality, but these are just delusion. Given the proper conditions, all humans succumb to instinct. No creature can change its nature. We can never change who we are. Do you see? We can not change the dark instincts that dwell within us. There is no good in this world. I believe I have proven that.Project: ENDZONE Chapter Three8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Youre insane! How how could you do this, Kain?!
You wouldnt understand, Seth. You have the mind of an impudent child.
I ILL KILL YOU!
Dont be stupid. You can barely hold that pitiful sword Adam gave you. You dont have the strength to kill me. And even if you did, it would change nothing.
Youd just be proving my point. Youd just fall into the same instinct I did. Youd be
LoT Intermission: MizunoWake up.LoT Intermission: Mizuno7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mizuno awoke lying on a cold table, staring up at the steel wall overhead.
Are you awake? said the voice inside Mizunos head.
Ugh yeah, he said. He tried to sit up on the table, but couldnt. He put his hand to his temple. He felt like he had been hit by a truck. Aside from the head pain, he also had a throbbing pain in his chest. He touched his chest and felt there were stitches there.
As soon as he touched the wound, he remembered how it had gotten there. He remembered the fight with the lunatic who called himself Karl. He fought dirty, stabbing Mizuno immediately after suggesting they work together. After a length battle, in which both Mizuno and Karl fought to the best of their abilities, the villain finally won by punching Mizuno with such force that he crashed into a wall. After that, Mizuno didnt remember much. The image that haunted Mizuno the most was that, throughout the whole fight, he never sto
Project: ENDZONE Chapter FourI dont understand the interest you take in those two, said Mr. Seles to Dr. Crooked, who was staring at the monitors on the security console. The monitor Dr. Crooked was paying specific attention to was one that displayed Rikyo and Seth.Project: ENDZONE Chapter Four8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I didnt expect you would, said Dr. Crooked. Its a little experiment Im running with those two. Im fairly certain of the final outcome of the fight but their conduct during the fight that should prove interesting.
Mr. Seles only grunted, mildly interested.
But Im surprised youre not the least bit interested in how Seth fares, said Dr. Crooked. You and he had become such close friends, it seems.
Mr. Seles smirked.
Hes a fool. He charges headfirst into anything without thinking. I dont have patience for stupid people.
But hes bold, said Dr. Crooked, smiling. You have to give him that. Most people w
25 Themes for KarlFear25 Themes for Karl7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The moon was setting, the sun rising and she never came.
Arma continued to piece him together and still he wasnt whole.
Something he wasnt quite sure shed given him.
The first time she taught him how to hold a bow and didnt laugh when he made the violin squawk.
A humans solitary magic trick.
He never knew hed been empty until she came with music and gentle promises. Now, he was all too aware of the void.
It was love, in reverse only better.
It didnt turn out quite as he imagined, everything still hurt.
They only happened when he borrowed them from the sky. On the horizon thunder waltzed with the rain as a mournful violin continued to sing trapped in three four time.
Something he was, and yet, was not; a cruel irony at its finest.
An intangible conglomeration of past images created
Hamelin's Ashes: Part FourA short distance from the river, where Piper was just preparing to play his luring song against his will, there laid a mangled form in the tall grass. A small rat was in the grass, its head squashed under the foot of Dr. Crooked. Small, almost undetectable bits of pink were strewn through the brown patch of blood-stained grass located beneath the creature's shattered skull. Its lower jaw was bent in a different direction than his upper one. Small bits of yellow rat teeth littered the area around its body. Part of its eye was squashed upon the impact of the crooked foot, leaving a red-white meaty mass where its right eye should have been. It remained motionless in the grass.Hamelin's Ashes: Part Four9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
None of this information would be particularly interesting were it not for one small detail.
It was still alive.
Just as Piper took the first breath to blow into his flute, the broken rat's tail moved slightly. With pain shooting though its every nerve, it pushed itself off the soil, shaking wildly.
Rats have though
PPGD:Boomer's Story Chapter 8Boomer looked out at the table. It was filled with food, but Boomer didn't feel like eating. Nobody else seemed interested in eating either, aside from Coop, who was digging into his steak. Boomer looked out and saw that every eye was on him, which made him very nervous. He glanced to his right at the empty seat right next to him. Knowing who would sit in that seat made him even more nervous.PPGD:Boomer's Story Chapter 89 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Boomer tried to start talking, but he didn't know where to begin. He didn't know how he could convey how he was feeling.
He looked into all their eyes. Buttercup was glaring at him, with the kind of look that was usually followed by a phrase like, "Go ahead, make my day," or, "Turn thee, Benvolio, and look upon thy death." Blossom was looking right at him, not displaying any clear emotion, as if she was reserving judgment based on what he said; Professor Utonium's expression was almost identical to Blossom's. Coop looked over at Boomer while he chewed, showing he was interested in what Boomer had
Hamelin's Ashes: Part TwoNot far from the river, a man cloaked in shadows watches Piper's revealing display. As he lied hiding in the bushes, he silently observed Posie, who had been unlucky enough to draw his interest. The observer watched the terror wash over the girl's face and smiled with glee. Deciding he would gather intelligence on her, he watched the scene before him unfold, while the gears in his mind began to spin as he began to erect his plot.Hamelin's Ashes: Part Two9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Uh oh," said Piper.
Upon seeing the twisted abomination that was Piper's left arm, Posie was frozen in fear. Every fiber of her body began to shake. She wanted to scream, but all that came out was a whimper. All she could do was keep staring at the ashy claw and then into Piper's equally bizarre, though less fearful, white pupils.
Piper saw her fear in her eye and tried to explain himself.
"Please, don't…I'm not going to hurt you," said Piper. Through an
PPGD: Boomer's Story Chapter 7"Um…well…I think its time someone told me what was going on here," said the Professor, honestly confused.PPGD: Boomer's Story Chapter 79 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"If you'd just let us come in, I can explain all of this," said Dexter, still trying to keep a disgruntled Buttercup from recklessly attacking Boomer and anything unfortunate enough to be in Boomer's vicinity.
"Sure, you can explain everything, after I'm done with him!" shouted Buttercup.
Blossom leaned against the doorway, thinking. Then, she glanced at Boomer, then at Dexter, then at Buttercup.
"Buttercup…maybe we should let them talk…" she said.
Buttercup stopped thrashing and turned to her sister in disbelief.
"What? What?! After what he did?!" said Buttercup.
"Well…if Otto and Dexter thinks he's alright…maybe-"
"Oh, excuse me for putting the feelings of my sister before those of some four-eyed, stuck-up, jerks!"
Otto made a dejected look on his face. Dexter cleared his throat.
"You know…we are standing right here" said Dexter.
"You stay out of this!" shouted Butt
Hamelin's Ashes: Part ThreeThe sun began to rise the next day, painting the sky a purple-orange color and illuminating the morning dew on the leaves. There was hardly a cloud in the sky that morning. It seemed like a perfectly normal day.Hamelin's Ashes: Part Three9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
One bad habit humans have is to place their beliefs to heavily in theatrics. They overly romanticize their world view, unconsciously believing that terrible events could only occur under the presence of dark ominous clouds, lightning crackling through the skies, or the night sky, possibly with the howling of wolves in the background.
However, fate does not have a flair for the dramatic. The sad fact is that most of the time, the worst tragedies occur in broad daylight on a bright day unlike any other.
Sadly, everyone in Hamelin would soon realize this.
What am I doing? thought Piper, as he walked into Hamelin that morning. The revelations from the previous night stil
Hamelin's Ashes: Part OneOnce upon a time, before EverAfter Asylum was even constructed, there was a village called Hamelin. And in this village, there were two twins. This is their story…Hamelin's Ashes: Part One9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Posie looked down, broken and hysteric from the events that had taken place. She clutched the spot where her left arm had been, which was now just a small, bandaged nub. Her sister, Rosie, realizing what had she had done, looked down at her bandaged hands, thick with the scent of blood, and began to laugh hysterically. Posie hesitated to think whether she laughed out of shear lunacy or whether she honestly believed what she had done was right.
The smell of rotted flesh and ash hung in the air. The chorus of screams that could once be heard from the hills had begun to fade, as the last tortured victims of the sickness succumbed into the sweet release of death.
Posie looked around, seeing the bodies of all
PPGD: Boomer's Story Chapter 6Weasel descended the chopper on the far outskirts of Megacity. He carefully landed in a secluded space, near a forest area. After he successfully landed, he sat back in the cockpit chair, pondering.PPGD: Boomer's Story Chapter 69 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Alright, I'm here. I need to find out what happened to Boomer he thought. Needless to say, Brisbaine is not gonna hand that information on a silver platter. There's only one way to get the information I need.
Weasel reached for his laptop and executed some commands to pull up a not-quite-legal PC hacking program, commonly used by the government to secretly access the computers of suspected terrorists, people leaking government secrets, and journalists who know too much. At the present time, Weasel was attempting to access Brisbaine's computer. Weasel put in Brisbaine's IP address, but all he got was a message that said "RESTRICTED ACCESS. PASSWORD REQUIRED"
Weasel had anticipated this, since he knew Brisbaine wasn't stupid. However, Weasel was a genius, and he knew he could fi
Nightmare in Mineral Town 4Chapter 31: Showdown at High NoonNightmare in Mineral Town 411 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Step by step, Mary watched as her mother walked towards them. Even under the blazing heat of the sun, the air around them seemed to chill as she approached. Jack squeezed her hand tight. Mary heard him say to her under his breath, "You can do this." Despite herself, she began to quake in fear as Anna came to a stop in front of them. She knew she wouldn't be able to do it.
Anna stood there, glaring at the two of them. It took her just a brief moment to analyze everything before her, the blue feather, their tightly held hands, a bead of sweat upon Jack's forehead, a tear growing in Mary's eyes. Mary was shaking, and so was Jack to a lesser extent, as he did a much better job of hiding it. They were scared of her, and were wise to be so. Jack though, was scared only because Mary was scared, he didn't know the true extent of the fear he shou
Hamelin's Ashes: Part Five"This is the beginning," said Dr. Crooked, outloud, as if he were addressing the world. Only two types of people like to talk to themselves: those succumbing to insanity and those who believe they are changing the world.Hamelin's Ashes: Part Five9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
These two cases overlap far more than people would think.
Dr. Crooked twirled the black pipe in his hand.
This disease shall be the first weapon in my arsenal, he thought. Years from now, when all the variables have been aligned, this shall be the disease that smites the waste of mankind and allow the deserving to live in everlasting power. Not even that meddling Queen shall have the power to stop the inevitable.
Dr. Crooked looked down at Rosie, who was preparing to deliver a blow with her axe to some unfortunate fool. Dr. Crooked smiled, still twirling his pipe.
That girl is far more interesting than I originally anticipated, he thought. Even after only a short time of being entangled in Dr. Crooked's plot, he already found her a more unique tool
From Within: Part ThreeRosie was alone and afraid. She was like this most of the time now. She was beginning to forget a time when she was not alone. She hadn't heard Posie's voice in a long time. Rosie was very sad and alone, in this black, empty place.From Within: Part Three8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The place was completely dark. Rosie could not see anything right now, and she preferred it that way; sometimes the darkness lifted and Rosie saw things from the past. The darkness would leave and Hamelin would be in its place. She would see the countless bodies piled up in the streets. She would feel their blood on her hands. And she would be afraid, because she would also remember the thrill and anger she felt when she did it. And worst of all, she would see Posie touch her hand and have the plague spread through her arm. She would wait for Piper to come like he did in reality, but he did not. Rosie would watch Posie slowly die, as she screamed, as she became weaker, as she began to whimper softly. And then she'd stop. Rosie would shake and cry for Posie t
Intrusion PrologueI'm being watched, thought Tom. I am watched though glass eyes with wires for optic nerves. Tom glanced up at the camera in the corner of his cold, metal cell.Intrusion Prologue9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
We are never alone. We are never solitary. Always under the eye of something. Teachers. Bosses. Spouses. Parents…yeah, especially parents. It might not be such a bad thing if my mom and dad gave a shit about me. My mom especially…threw me and my brothers in the woods to die because they didn't have enough money…
Not once, but twice. Dear old mom's idea…"Hi Tom. I love you son. Would you mind staying in the woods with your brothers for a little while? We'll be right back."
Even when you're not watched by those, we are led to believe we are under the eyes of an angry god.
But now not even god can see through these walls. I'm at the end of the world. The point of no return. If this place were on a map, it'd probably say "Here there be dragons" or something like that.
I am alone, yet I am not. The camera is a
HAPPY ONE SHOT 2: CLIMBERHAPPY ONE SHOT:HAPPY ONE SHOT 2: CLIMBER7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
2 - Climber
It was dark. He looked around, but it was as if he was floating in empty space. He thought he could hear the wolf laughing, but anywhere he turned he saw neither fang nor eye of the grimm creature. No red, no white, just black. It filled him with dread as he wondered frantically what was happening, and just when he felt he was about to scream, he felt a weight land heavily on his chest. Of course it didn't hurt, but he registered the pressure just the same. Pink hair was the first thing he saw. Very pink, make that hot pink. Then he looked to the dual colored eyebrows and then it was painfully obvious who had landed on him.
"Long time no see, Eunuch." The girl said with a grin. "Still as plushy as ever I see. How you won this thing is beyond me... yet winner or loser, we're both still stuck here, aren't we? And with zombies running around nonetheless."
"They're not zombies" Climber said, looking hurt. "They're just... not right in the head..."
Tumbling After"And this, Mr. Porgie, is where we keep the lower risk inmates here at EverAfter," said the Crooked Man, thumbing his disfigured, crooked fingers together as he spoke to George Porgie, a plump young man who was a new employee at EverAfter Maximum Security Asylum. George, or Georgie, as he liked to be called, looked through the small bulletproof windows inserted into the steel reinforced doors of the rooms that housed the inmates that lied within. He rolled back the sleeves on the tight, black uniform they had issued him as he gazed into yet another of the inmate's rooms. Inside this one was a skinny teenage woman who was shaven bald, who paced back and forth the concrete room constantly.Tumbling After9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Crooked Man noticed George wasn't paying attention to what he was saying and glared at him from behind his goggles.
"Pay no attention to that girl," said the Crooked Man. "That's just Rapunzel. Her head had to be shaved after she tried to hang herself with her hair several weeks ago… and I suggest
Chimbley and Karl - FamilyChimbley backed up against the wall as the boys crowed around him, some punching their fists together and they snickered at the cornered orphan who was shaking in his boots at the gang of teenagers that surrounded him, some with knives in their hands. He gave a nervous chuckle and glanced at his broom, which lay a few feet behind the gang he faced. So, no cloud of dust for him to slip away in. Damnit.Chimbley and Karl - Family2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What's the matter rat? Scared?" one of them said with a laugh, getting the others to join him. Chimbley opened him mouth to say something but all the escaped was a scared squeak, this made them erupt into laughter. "He even sounds like a rat! What a weakling!"
"Yeah, this is gonna be easy! Who wants first dibs?" All the boys started shouting at once for a few moments before one of the bigger boys stepped forward and cracked his knuckles, earning a few respectful murmurs from his fellow bullies.
"I'll give the first few bruises," he announced. A few of the boys raised their fists in the a
HAPPY ONE SHOT 1: KARL++++++++++HAPPY ONE SHOT 1: KARL7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hello up there!" He called out happily. "Aquaboy? Do you not want to ta-" He was interrupted by a mound of snow landing on him, quickly covering him up to the waist. Karl was the last person Mizuno wanted to see right now.
"Go away." The fish-like boy called out spitefully, not even looking at the statue.
"Don't make me come up there, Aquaboy, I don't want to go up there." Which was absolutely true, Karl avoided high places whenever possible. "Please?" He asked uncertainly when there was no response. He couldn't even see Mizuno now. "Well, going to freeze me out, hm? He called calmly, his sing-song voice echoing chimingly off of the aging walls of the city. "Very well, then." Just when Mizuno was beginning to wonder if the statue had walked away or was scaling the building, he flailed backwards away from the black shape that came in front of him all of a sudden. It was the bird, Arma. Hung from her talons was a medium-sized box. He picked it up examining it, a simple cardbo