The Headcrab Survival GuideTHE HEADCRAB SURVIVAL GUIDE:The Headcrab Survival Guide7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
An exhaustive informational brochure on the subject of headcrabs and their hosts.
Everyone knows what headcrabs are. Most people have seen them crawling along, seemingly harmless with their tiptoe-like gait... but this is a facade. The true intent of the headcrab is far from harmless. You see, as long as there are headcrabs, there wil be zombies. Sewers, and in some cases entire towns are infested with them. Because of their abundancy, they are a constant threat- but the vital information within this brochure shall see you through any infestation. As many a great warrior once said, KNOW THINE ENEMY. That is the purpouse of this guide. There is an untold wealth of information here that can allow you to cripple your enemy from the inside, out.
PART 1: THE HEADCRABS
Headcrabs are almost synonymous with the Xen invasion, indeed, with al
GOTG: You're Perfect To Me Rocket x Reader Part 1This contains minor spoilers!!GOTG: You're Perfect To Me Rocket x Reader Part 19 months ago in Romance More Like This
Hey guys!! I decided to write some Guardians of The Galaxy fanfiction, exclusively a reader insert. I may write more.
You were 9 years old when you left with Peter from Earth. You were sitting near the 10 year old Quill, waiting patiently for the nurse allowing you to see your older brother recovering from a car crash. You were in that crash but didn't have any major injuries. You waited by yourself for your parents' arrival. The little boy had gone into a room, but was brought out by an older man and ran out quickly. You noticed a small present fell out of his backpack. With your fast instincts, you quickly got up and grabbed to small object to retrieve it to the boy. You wondered why he was such in a hurry. When you finally reached him, he was on the grass crying loudly. You slowly walked up to him.
"Um, excuse me?" He looked up and jolted a little.
"This fell out of your backpack." You handed him the present which he hesitantly took. There was
treetree5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
My roots spread deep.
My branches spread long and full of fruit
My trunk is as solid as can be.
No wind can blow me down.
I am my own tree.
And I stand on my own
DARKNESS.DARKNESS.5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I am the shade that hides from the sun.
I am the one who lets the star shine
No one can see through me.
I am dense.
But I can never leave the ground
I am everywhere with in site.
Without me there can be no light.
I am ever lasting.
I am darkness.
BitterweedBitterweed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the crows have taken their pound of flesh and eaten it raw,
dragging their voices down the chalkboard sky.
medicated, i watch them feed with empty Auschwitz eyes,
every day is the same claustrophobic affair over again.
i miss the taste of axenic fear in my throat,
but my new world is monochrome and i am forced to swallow their synthetic ambrosia.
twisted into my fetal pose, i mark the walls misted from my metric breath,
they say those in glass houses.. but i have no stones to throw
or i would waste this crystal mausoleum from the inside.
they nailed my wings to the floor,
they keep me tranquilized and tell me this is home.
the shower drains are clotted with famous last words,
this is where savages and wandering savants come to die.
i am the leaden albatross around my own neck,
my metamorphosis brought me here.
light vs. darknesslight vs. darkness5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Light Vs. Darkness
We are in a never ending battle.
We try to kill the other.
But the truth is we cannot live without the other.
If there is no darkness light will burn itself out.
Without light there can be no darkness.
But it is still a never ending battle between us.
and it's a battle we do forever.
The Harpist's TaleI have always loved strifeThe Harpist's Tale7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All of my life
I have tried and travailed
Endeavored and failed
To pluck from my harps the most dissonant chords
For my kings and liege lords
Yet my strings only hum
Keep it mum, while I strum
And will not reflect the strange cords of my heart
The discordant cords at the core of my heart
That will not in life take a sensible part
So walking one day
It was springsurely May?
I happened to traverse a broad rivers bank
And there, wet and lank
Hair of gold, skin of pearl
Bleached near white by the swirl
Twas a maiden who washed on the shores of the flow
Whose lithe body danced with the ebb and the flow
While the little waves played with each curled furbelow
I thought for a bit
Bit my lip, till it lit
An idea of slyness that twirled through my head
For a maiden so dead
Doth no purpose serve
Lest I alter her curve
And form from her body the loveliest harp
The most glorious, dulcet, unusual harp;
Twas either she that, or a meal for the c
Cult of the BeastCult of the BeastCult of the Beast8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
There were three quick, yet small, taps at his door.
He looked up from his paperwork and glanced at the figure behind the frosted glass, seeing if it was someone he knew. He didn't know the person, so he decided to stay behind his desk.
"Come in." he said
A short-ish man, with a faded blue shirt, denim jeans entered the room. His first impressions of the man were interesting. He seemed a little on edge and jittery, and yet he could tell that this was only because something was obviously wrong. He seemed to have an air of slight authority. Nothing intimidating, but it said 'here I am, don't ignore me and I won't ignore you'. He respected that.
He stood up from is chair and extended his hand. The man reached forward and shook it.
Nice firm grip too.
"Nice to meet you Mr…?"
"Nice to meet you Mr New. Please, sit down." He said, sitting down himself.
The man sat and almost immediately started to shuffle around.
"So, how can I he
Rescue On Scaled WingsIt was a bright and sunny day in the kingdom of Talia. The streets were full of merchants selling food to people, and the air was filled with the sound of music and chatter. All of a sudden, the villagers cleared the path as a knight rode through the crowd atop a fine black stallion. The knight rode through the crowd and went straight ahead to the castle, where he waited patiently for the drawbridge to lower down so he could get into the castle. Upon his entrance, he was greeted by the king.Rescue On Scaled Wings9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Welcome back, Peter. Did the morning hunt go according to plan?" He asked.
"Not exactly" Peter replied. "One of the followers ended up getting caught in the net trap. It took us 20 minutes to get him out! But apart from that, we did well your majesty."
"That's good to hear. I hope whoever it was did not cause too much of an problem. Anyway, are you ready? Today is a big day for you!" The king told him.
"Yeah, I know. I finally get to marry Princess Jocelyn." He replied happily. "Where is she at th
PilgrimPilgrimPilgrim8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As watch hands
Meet at the peak of night,
Awakening the dreaming
Day, to bring brightness
To its lost children,
I shiver below
Their godlike gathering,
Surrounded by icy blue.
I pull the sapphire velvet
Closer around my bare skin.
First rays of illuminating
Sunshine break the shield
Of mystic moisture, as
If it would run away
Panicked by the upcoming.
My oppressed feet crease
Lean culms of jade, coated
By vivid tears cleansing
My body. Wearily I step
Benevolent beams welcome
And swallow me, soaking
My skin, my bones with warmth.
Pervaded by this supernatural
Embrace I continue my journey.
Fang of Stone Paul Pack, average college sophomore, soon to be a bit beyond average. The bell had rang and he just got through with Mrs. Smith's first period English class. Prodding through the halls after the bell he scurmaged into his messy locker for something much of paper and books. Down the hall, around the corner, through the library, and out Paul came to the opposing wing of the school building, where at the foot of the stairwell lie his next class. Forward Paul went down the steps in a kind of orderly fashion, but no need to stop by the classroom just yet... For lie around the next couple of corners was his favored milk machine. Heading the general direction of it and exchanging a few words with acquaintances he took out his wallet and slid the dollar into the machine, with some taps and a pop out came a Chocolate milk bottle. Now he could focus, more so than without one. ReFang of Stone7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Fate Lines, Part II am the stuff of legends, of books, of dark tales and things that go bump in your night...and of those dark, deep and delicious demons that you love to wrap yourself in and have sing your soul to sleep under the lace of a long winter's moon. I am your taboos, your "thou shall nots', a thousand transgressions you love to deny. I am the fabric of fantasies, of those disturbing and seductive images that catch in the corner of your eye when no one is looking...then creep around your heart and steal your hot little breath and make your skin ache for my unholy touch. I am what you want to make of me, what your dark stirrings demand and crave, what your waking hours dare not dream of...the demon lover who will not be denied. I am your ultimate sin made incarnate and I force you to love me for it. I go by many names - Stregi, ghoul, unclean, damned, immortal, creature of the night...like other demons, my name is legion. But out of the various quaint and sometimes unpleasant tags you assign toFate Lines, Part I7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Bottled UpUpon a shelf, high on a wall, I sit alone. I watch as the world passes by below me on lower shelves. Other bottles like me come and go. They fill up, then they empty. Some with aphrodisiacs. Some with common beverages. Others fill with poisons.Bottled Up7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Those who fill with poisons empty their contents, and their contents go to me. I sit up there as the pains of many troubled souls transfer to me, their spirits cleansed of evil elixirs. I silently accept the darkness, as I am larger than the others. They care not where their contents go. They are pleased to empty themselves of death and darkness.
Time moves on without pause. New bottles come, old bottles go. Some old bottles return to be stored for a time before they, too, must leave for their contents to be used.
I remain there, upon a shelf, high on a wall, sitting alone.
Slowly, I fill with the poisons of others. I hope that I may transfer some of what I carry to another, to help me bear the strain, but none come. No others are placed
Jeremy Fazbear's Pizzeria (Freddy Fazbear TF)Jeremy Fazbear's Pizzeria (Freddy Fazbear TF)2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ready for Freddy?
Of course...I'm always ready for him.
I sat there in my office chair, gazing out into my tablet as I spy onto the rest of the robots. I've been working here for the past few nights during this summer vacation, thought I would be able to put my horrendous sleeping habits into good use over here.
It's not as if I really needed the money...but rather, I'm more intrigued with the rumors circulating in this Pizzeria.
Some people claim this place to be haunted at night, they cry out "THE ANIMATRONICS ARE ALIVE! SWITCH ME TO DAY SHIFT PLEASE!!!" That's basically what the guy on the phone hinted to me, he mentioned that previous Night Guard complained about the animatronics being all glitchy and what-not. What a complete load of bullshit...
Heh, but I just like that kind of crap in my life
Personally, I was as startled as the previous guard. They just came up to me and BAM!
Tails230 and the TF RingTails230 and the Transformation RingTails230 and the TF Ring8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It all begins with our hero, which is me! Tails230 or I can be called Chris for this story. In the world of DeviantART I was at the submitting office submitting a flash movie for DeviantART.com. That is where I submit my artwork.
"Alright Mr.230" the DeviantART staff member said. "You're art has been submitted. I hope people will like you're 'Super Mario Amazing Adventure Flash Movie'" he said, unimpressed with the title.
"I hope so too" I said. "Do you like it?" I asked smiling.
"Um…. Yeah... Whatever." He said.
After I was done I left. I walked down the street going back to me and my brother's apartment. When I walked in, Nick wasn't here. He must be at the other apartment. There's a party and we're invited. I promised I was going to bring my Sega Genesis video game to the party. I packed it up and put it in my bag. I look at the games and picked them out. After that I was all set to go. I went outside and look at the sky.
"It's getting dar
Growth Spurt I"Daddy," Takoda was following Wematin around with his hands over his growling stomach, "I mean it; I'm really hungry." He had been begging for food for a fair while.Growth Spurt I5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Well," said Wematin, with a patronizing tone, "you should've thought ahead of time when you refused to eat that fish for lunch. You need to lean to not be so picky or else you'll be staying hungry tonight. Maiara caught and made it just for you."
"That's not fair. Fish is icky and gross." It was no secret to everyone in the tribe that Takoda didn't like fish, but Wematin and a few others have been trying to get him to at least try it. Of course, with the little cub being as stubborn in this one single regard, all attempts have failed.
"I'm sorry you feel that way, but if you don't eat any of it tonight then you're just gonna have to go to bed hungry with an empty stomach." Wematin didn't like being this stern, but he didn't see any alternative this time.
"Fine, I'm going to bed now then." He walked off away towards his te
::I want to be a Butterfly::One day I woke up and my first thought was I want to die.::I want to be a Butterfly::7 years ago in Teen More Like This
I want to be a Butterfly.
Isaac stared out the window at the rainy day, depressed by the gloom and gray. The rainy days were the saddest because the birds didnt fly in the sky and the butterflies didnt venture to the flowers outside his window. There was no warm sun and no happy feelings, only the miserable dripping of rain.
I wish I would just hurry up and die.
His gaze turned to look at his open doorway to notice a familiar face walking by. This familiar person paused as always to look in at him and continue on. Without much thought or care, Isaac turned to look out his window and continue to stare at the cloudy, dull sky. Inside he wished the rain would stop so the butterflies would come out. The butterflies made living life in the hospital easier to deal with. Each day he saw the butterflies, he remembered soon he would be one too.
I want to die so I can be a butterf
The Oncoming StormIt was an ordinary day in Quest Quay. The sun was shining, the sky was clear, and the people of the city were going about their everyday business. Although today would prove to be just a little different.The Oncoming Storm9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Matt was sitting in his room at home, reading various books about dragons. Some of the books he was reading stated that they never really existed, but he knew better. Other, more reliable books stated that the beasts did exist, but were wiped out in the early 17th century. The biggest book on his bed, showed the different types of dragons, but the pages were opened up on one particular dragon… Wyraach Ur, the god of all dragons. An almighty beast with 4 powerful wings and 3 deadly tails, powers beyond comprehension, and control over all dragons. He could also travel between dimensions and times. He ruled over all of the world, until a group of magicians sealed him away. After he was sealed away, all of the other dragons were to follow. But nowadays, magic is a thing of the past, somet
On Sucking at PoetryIf poetry be the food of life,On Sucking at Poetry8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Theft and beggary are rife
If poetry be the food of life.
Without this electric knife
And Shakespeare's goose to carve,
If poetry were the food of life,
Kawheek TF Vignette-KangarooKawheek walked carefully through the cave, wings tucked closely behind him as he moved along through the narrow cave. Far too narrow to fly in, he'd been having trouble passing some of the pits and crevasses he'd encountered here. The rooms themselves were dark, lit only by the light of his sunrod as he went along. He rounded a corner in the cave and suddenly found himself staring down into a massive pit. Not willing to climb and unable to fly, Kawheek carefully removed a small vial from a pouch in his pack, with a picture of a jumping individual. Popping off the cap, he drank the potion in one gulp, beginning to feel the magic surge through his body.Kawheek TF Vignette-Kangaroo6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The magic surged, making his legs feel much stronger, but also different. As Kawheek looked down, he noticed red fur sprouting from the scales and slowly consuming them, as the feathers broke down into similar portions of fur. Shocked, he stepped back, and nearly
How to become a super villainHow to become a super villain9 years ago in Humor More Like This
How to become a Super Villain in 10 easy steps:
Here we go! Time to be a super villain! Being a super villain is even easier than you've ever dared to dream it could be! Being a super villain is loads of fun! It is much more fun than being a hero. Don't worry about your love interest falling off a cliff. Your friends can join along with you as sidekicks in your quest to become the greatest villain ever. You can spend years completing these ten tasks or just one afternoon. Just remember these ten are only starter tips. The rest is up to you…
1: Go villain! (You have to be a villain to be a super villain. Superheroes only care to fight people who endanger lives. Being self-centered is always a good start on your way to becoming evil. When going evil ask yourself these questions: why am I doing this? What's in it for me? Will this new line of business pay better than what I'm already doing?)
2: Get a sidekick. (Not every villain has a sidekick. But unless you have fallen
New Orleans MinuteNew Orleans Minute11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time sashays like a creole strumpet,
barefoot and brown down Rue Madeleine
past this window, this table,
where gumbo steams and shrimp tails
clutter my plate.
A molasses haze fogs the lamplight.
A young man too full of libation
succumbs to this damp heat,
bent nearly double,
splatters his feet.
A coasting cabbie slows to say,
Laissez le bon temps rouler
and laughs until his brakelights fade.
RequiemRequiem7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Death comes sweetly
dares not show its face, -
lapping up old sorrows
and prisms of faces
pinned like insects
under bell jars.
It lays you down
in soft, pale sheets,
pours sweet oil
over tired limbs
and bruised memories
and cuts right to the quick
like a hard won prize.
It leaves you lost,
stripped down to bare wounds,
blinking at ghosts
who catch your sore heart
and wear it on their lips
with the shadowed promise
to never forget...
Age of Dragons 1One warm and sunny morning there was a young teen who went hiking in the woods alone. Zack is 5'8, blonde, with blue eyes, broad and is 15 years old. Zack hiked up hills often and camped in caves. The one thing he liked best about hiking was sleeping in the caves. For some odd reason it made Zack feel right at home. One day, before he went hiking he stopped by an antique shop and looked around for things to buy for his grandfather's birthday.Age of Dragons 19 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The clerk was kind enough to show him around and talk about the items on the shelves. Zack saw an interesting artifact near the counter. Zack asked the clerk about the artifact. The clerk smirked and said "That is one of our most treasured artifacts here." Zack asked "why is it so important?" The clerk answered quickly not to waste any of Zack's time.
"Long ago there was an ancient dragon that sought to take over the world by transforming humans into minions or dragons. The ancient dragon converted humans into dragons by breathing a type of fire o