Why Girls Are Better At Halo 2Twenty Reasons Why Girls Are Better At Halo 2:Why Girls Are Better At Halo 28 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. We have a legitimate excuse to go postal on people – it's called PMS.
2. As females, we have to memorize where everything is… this includes the best camping spots for sniping and the locations of each weapon on the map.
3. We have the patience to learn how to be the best we possibly can, whereas guys seemingly just get worse and worse the farther up they are in the rank. It's something to do with egos…
4. Ranks mean nothing to females pretty much, as long as we can kick ass in Rumble Training, we're happy. (Most of the time)
5. If we get told we aren't "man enough" to play Halo 2, we just subtly remind the guy that without women… there would be no Halo 2 and there would be no Bungie founders, and the player who just insulted us wouldn't be there.
6. Due to histories as mothers, females also have amazing reflexes when allowed. Meaning if you haven't been pwnd, chances are you're about to be.
7. Intuition is one thing guys lack and
Prototype Vore Part 3Prototype Vore Part 33 years ago in Settings More Like This
Prototype Vore 3
Am nächsten Morgen wachte Alex langsam aus seinem Verdauungsschlaf wieder auf. Er streckte sich und lies seine Hand schläfrig über seinen eigentlich dicken Bauch gleiten. Aber sein griff ging ins leere. Alex sah wieder ganz normal aus. Von seiner gestrigen Fressattacke konnte man nichts mehr erkennen. ,, Gähn ich habe den gäähhhn ..ganzen Spaß verpasst !" motzte er gähnend vor sich hin. Daraufhin stand er wütend auf und klopfte sich seine leicht verdreckte Hose sauber. Während er das tat, fing sein Magen an vor Hunger an zu knurren.
Alex griff sich mit beiden Händen an seinem schmerzenden Bauch, denn sein Appetit war so stark geworden das das es ihn schon schmerzte. ,, Auauauauauaua, ich brauche schnellstens was zu Essen. Man tut das weh .. auauaua !!" sprach er mit schmerzender stimme.
Er wollte seinen linken Arm gerade in Whipfist umwandeln und sich
Together With You Part IISven was still trying to figure out how the little boy ended up sitting in his living room munching happily on a peanut butter sandwich.Together With You Part II7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His original intention had been to drop the kid off at a police station and be done with it. Sven would have just dropped him off on the sidewalk as he drove by, but it was raining hard enough for the child to gain Svens pity. However, from there things only managed to further head downhill for the tired office worker and truck uphill for the self-imposing little boy. Sven bit a chunk out of his own crispy piece of toast with blackberry jam (not jelly) while he remembered the events that lead up to this strange predicament.
First, there was the rain. What Sven figured would be a quick downpour, continued for a great length of time. In fact, it was still raining by the time he got home. His now wet carpets could account for that; Sven was happy he had a clean change of clothes on hand at home. Either way, it had made driving very difficult with h
Together With YouHis eyes were blue.Together With You7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It reminded Sven of blueberries and freshly cleaned linens hanging in the yard. They were not deep as oceans nor vast as the sky, but that didn't stop Sven from staring. His brown leather briefcase hung at his side loosely along his black slacks and the tail of his jacket. His hand found itself loosening his cherry red tie on instinct when he realized his throat was constricting.
Before him, sitting on the sidewalk was a tiny, dirty little boy, maybe no older than six or seven. His hair could have been blonde or brown; Sven couldn't tell what color it really was underneath the cake of dirt strewn throughout the locks. His clothes were more or less intact beneath the dirt, save for a loose thread here or there. The brown socks on his feet hidden behind the dingy tennis shoes matched the jean shorts and tan shirt well.
And he was staring at Sven.
The cubicle-bound office worker heading home from his company had not expected to be stopped by a pair of curious eyes on h
I wanted to grow old with youI wanted to grow old with you:I wanted to grow old with you2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
turn grey and fade away, subdued.
To walk with you through all the years
and face, as one, our darkest fears.
We'd burn too brightly for this Earth
and share in sorrow and in mirth;
to each the other's soul would bare
and twice the love, at once, declare.
For each would know the other's mind
and there a perfect solace find;
we would be two, though as one known –
discrete though merged & mingled grown.
I wanted to grow old, it's true:
turn grey and fade to dust with you.
TrappedTrapped in a box,Trapped7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
no way out,
Four walls and a roof
I can't get out into the world,
To run wild through the grass
I am trapped in a box and I need to be free...
Digimon 30 Day Challenge 2Me: Hello and I came to continuous Digimon 30 Day Challenge!Digimon 30 Day Challenge 21 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Day 11: Who do you think wore the goggles best?
Me: Daisuke Motomiya X3
Day 12: Least favorite Digital Monster
Me: Shoutmon and Gumdramon
Day 13: Least favorite character
Me: Tagiru Akashi -_-
Day 14: Least favorite season
Me: Digimon Frontier -_-
Day 15: A character you'd be best friends with
Me: Hikari Yagami
Day 16: A character you would not get along with
Me: Airu Suzaki
Day 17: Best dressed character
Me: Nene Amano
Day 18: Worst dressed character
Me: Izumi Orimoto
Day 19: A moment that made you happy
Me: The five heroes are back in Digimon Hunters
Day 20: A moment that made you sad
Me: The death of Wizarmon ;w;
Day 21: A moment that made you anger
Me: Airu wants to capture Cutemon
Day 22: Favorite villain
Day 23: Lease favorite villain
Me: Digimon Kaiser
Day 24: Favorite minor character
Me: I do not know
Day 25: Favorite episode
Me: I love all except Season 4 -_-
Day 26: What crest would you have?
The MeteorI'm a meteorThe Meteor10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
who've have been alone for a million years
there's never any other lights that are near
Travel between stars I'm numb of fear
I wish I can find a way to stop the pain
as I know my light is fading
every second part of me is losing
why have I worked so hard if I don't even know what Im doing?
there're danger everywhere
but nobody's ever told me not to be scare
I get hurt and get hurt still nothings said
at the end of the day what can you say when I ask you who cares?
I'm your meteor
who've been searching for you for a million years
I wish my light can shine away your fear
but I crushed and burnt before I can even get near
everything is so complex I wish they were easier
farewell in the fire where I disappear
the light was yerning for the dark
the dark was yerning for the light
somehow the light joined the dark
but the two can never be together as one
Wednesday NightsI'll cryWednesday Nights10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I'll cry a river for you
and I'll cut a river for you
and I'll bleed a river for you
The week is so dreary
and by the middle I'm in agony
By Monday and Tuesday I'm breaking down
By Thursday and Friday I go insane
By Saturday and Sunday I'm reborn
And on Wednesday Night I go suicidal
And I pull out a knife
I pop open bottles and bottles of pills
I wish and I wish this was the night
I wish and I wish i won't have to go through another week
I cut and I cut and I cut till I'm numb all over
And I sit on the bathroom floor with blood everywhere
And a piece of me slowly dies away
So I don't have to go through another week
Of seeing you, of hearing you, of wanting you
So by the middle of the week I cut out the pain in my heart
And I wait till the next Wednesday, when I can cut out my pain again
But until then
I'll cry alone.
On My Wednesday nights of cuts and bruises.
happy death dayIt was cold and wet that night; I could see my breath turn cold in the air as I walked through the park alone, I remember it like it was yesterday the day that I was murdered. My name is Dex and I dont exist. I have never existed, not even when I was alive, I walked through the halls of my school unnoticed and invisible, in sport I was never picked, not even last, in class not even the teachers knew who I was, well not until it happened, then everyone knew who I was.happy death day8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was a cold December night about three weeks before Christmas, I was walking through the park around mid-night on my way home from school, its fifteen miles away, but I didnt have enough money for the bus, my dad would have killed me for being out so late, he was drunk all the time, he would beat me for being late even ten minutes, but my father never got the chance, someone beat him to it, I didnt see his face, or maybe it was a she, I dont know, but they were strong which makes me t
Kept in the DarkKept in the darkKept in the Dark8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Im kept in the dark so I never have to see you flirt with others
Im kept in the dark so I always have something to see
Im kept in the dark so I never have to seen you laughing
Im kept in the dark so I always have a place to cry
Im kept in the dark so I never have to dance with you
Im kept in the dark so I always have someone to talk to
Im kept in the dark so I never have to see you notice me
Im kept in the dark so I always have something to do
Im kept in the dark so I never have to be in your arms
Im kept in the dark so I always have a place to dream
Im kept in the dark so I never have to find you & another girl
Im kept in the dark so I always have a place to hid
Im kept in the dark so I never have to tell you the truth
Im kept in the dark for 1 particular reason and that is for your own good, so you never have to hurt me and so I never have to hurt y
Upon my Black StumpI sit upon my Black Stump,Upon my Black Stump7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wait for you for years,
But all the sun that lit my heart.
Was quenched by all my tears.
I stand up on my Black Stump,
I shout out all my fears,
But its drowned out in the darkness,
And no one seems to hear.
I'm sinking on my Black Stump,
I visualize your face.
It feels like its been years,
And I've been counting down the days.
I'm swimming on my Black Stump,
My heads toward the goal.
My mind has lost direction,
And my heart is full of holes.
I get up off the Black Stump,
I swim onto the shore.
I see you haven't shown yet,
And i fall down on the floor.
I look back at my Black Stump,
Against the turning tide.
A sun-ray splits apart the clouds,
And i see you by my side
I forget about my Black Stump,
Because now you are here.
Your worth more than my sorrow,
And i hold you close my dear.
We travel from the Black Stump,
And turn out a new page.
Tonight i hold in closely,
And i wait for the next day.
At Last I am FreeThe wind and the water,At Last I am Free7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Peace, At last I am Free...
I long to swim now and forever,
In the water where I belong,
The wind whipping through my hair
The water washing away my pain,
Filling me with peace
At last I am free...
To Lizz - scrapI hate to leave you,To Lizz - scrap8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
See you like this,
I feel it, too.
And I know you understand
How alone I feel
But I think I love you more
Than you could know.
There are no words to say how I feel,
You are my one and only
And that will never change.
A Man Can DreamDream...A Man Can Dream8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A man can dream...
Yes, a man can most certainly dream.
Yet with but a single dream,
Is a man...
Capable of weaving the future?
Capable of dawning the new age?
Capable of love...?
Dreams are like a fine fabric,
An intensely fine fabric.
Dreams are made of this fine fabric.
With one small action,
A wave of a finger,
A flick of the wrist,
The fabric that is your dreams may be weaved
Into something of incomprehensible beauty.
But following the same process,
The fabric that is your dreams may be crushed,
Shattered, destroyed in a heartbeat...
I'm somewhat of a dreamer, you could say.
A man of high hopes.
A man of my heart, and what my heart believes in.
My heart can be quite stubborn, I must admit.
Holding on to dreams that are quite clearly unreachable.
Even with such a stubborn heart,
There are times where I do not question it,
And simply trust what it tells me.
It does not lose sight of things with haste,
Yet do I give it hell?
I believe that there is rhyme to my h