Centaur: A Chaotic Tail Part 8Peggy nodded and headed that direction with a worried look. Suddenly Kadin ran back down the stairs and yelled, "OY! Make a break fer it. Grab what books y'need and git outta here . . . City guard is looking fer ya. I sent them up the other way but y' don't got much time!"Centaur: A Chaotic Tail Part 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Felix grabbed the book that had the centaur information and pulled Peggy along. Peggy started looking at the books as they passed and suddenly one caught her eye. The History of the Gods. She grabbed it and shoved it in her saddlebags, wondering what had possessed her to do that as she sped along as fast as she could manage in the labyrinthine maze of bookshelves. They both sighed with relief as they got to the door and pushed their way outside. Their relief was short lived however.
The sight that met them was confusing, noisy, and full of angry people. The workers were yelling angrily at soldiers, the soldiers were yelling angrily back. Things were being thrown from the construction site and men were being arr
Centaur: A Chaotic Tail Part 5The sound of someone striding purposely into the stable caught Peggy's attention and she turned to look toward the door. A man she'd never seen before was walking quickly toward Binny, who was in the process of throwing alfalfa to the horses on the other side of the stable from her stall. Her tail twitched nervously. The man was well dressed. Very well dressed and decorated with gold and jewels. She'd never seen so much expensive fabric and décor on one person before. Her eyes followed him and she studied his appearance. He was obviously someone who felt everyone was at his beck and call, his dark eyes never straying from his goal. He had light brown hair that was slicked back into a perfect tail near the back of his neck. Not a hair seemed out of place, everything was where it needed to be. Orderly and contained. Powerful. All of this made Peggy realize she was looking at Lord Karlitis, the one responsible for her being in this situation. She backed up farther into the stall, knowingCentaur: A Chaotic Tail Part 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Centaur: A Chaotic Tail Part 4As they approached Peggy got more and more anxious. The place looked, sounded, and smelled nearly deserted. It was the "nearly" that made the hair down her back stand on end and her haunches twitch. Several black squirrels ran past in their normal random running patterns, but one of them stopped and looked at her with his beady black eyes as if it were studying her, then ran up a tree in a circular motion. The chills hit the back of her head right between her ears. She suddenly went on alert, wondering what was going on and feeling like there was something seriously wrong.Centaur: A Chaotic Tail Part 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Felix didn't seem to notice anything was amiss and knocked on the door, yelling out to the people he obviously expected to be there, "OY! Master Serigan? It's Felix Storyweaver here!" He knocked again, louder.
"Felix . . . there's something not right about this place . . . are you sure about this?" Peggy was starting to get spooked, sidling around to try and make sure she could watch all around her as much as possibl
The Lady - Hub ArrivalIoana sighed at the sight in front of her. There it was, the Hub, the closest place to enable ships to go faster than light and get to their destinations instantaneously. There were several Hubs around the universe, this one was the closest to the company, so it was just called "The" Hub, although the technical name was the Far Orion/Roanoake Earth Hub, or FOREH, but Ioana hated the way the name sounded out loud, so she just called it the Hub. They were incredibly busy places for obvious reasons, most people would prefer to get to their destinations instantaneously rather than slog their way through space for years, especially people in the business of delivery and transportation. You had to make your arrangements very far in advance if you wanted to make any kind of schedule, and pay a lot to keep that schedule. Luckily her company could not only afford to pay those fees, they had a nice permanent contract with the Government to use the Hub on short notice.The Lady - Hub Arrival in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She looked at the sprawling
Cursed - Chapter 2I arrived at S & M Bond Age as quickly as I could get through the crowds on the street. Jeff was sitting behind his desk with a file in hand. “Hey Nate, you weren’t kidding at how close you were.” He chuckled and handed the file to me along with the certification for permission to hunt the bail jumper down. “Your target is Donald McGilligan. The guy is accused of stealing jewelry from a private collection of one of the local jewelry stores. He got bailed out as soon as it was possible by a third party and then didn’t show up for court this morning.” Jeff sighs, “Big bond too, I need this guy back. There’s also a bounty on what he allegedly stole.” His mouth twitched in a grin. “If you find it you’d better give me a little percentage of it.” He showed me the amount and I whistled appreciatively. “Now it may be that this guy had nothing to do with the robbery, but you know what we say . . .”Cursed - Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Aardrin's StoryStupid mistakes caused my mane problem.Aardrin's Story in Short Stories More Like This
Centaur: A Chaotic Tail Part 7Peggy blinked as they came to the more open area, though it didn't look like it was going to be open long. There were already new buildings being constructed in the empty areas. She wondered why anyone would want to fill in all the empty space . . . but shrugged, realizing she had no clue how a city this size even managed to stay orderly. Felix led her down the road, which seemed to be made of a flat stone surface with no sign of where the stones met each other. She wondered if magic was involved in its construction. Her hooves seemed to clatter even louder against this surface than against the cobbles. It made her grateful for the noise of the construction.Centaur: A Chaotic Tail Part 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They made their way quickly to the Library's entrance and then Peggy stopped. In front of them was a long flight of steep stone stairs. "Felix . . . I don't know if I can get up those." Of all the issues she could imagine keeping her from finding out what she needed to know, this was the LAST that would have occurred to her. She pu
Centaur: A Chaotic Tail Part 6It took both of them a long time to deal with all the meat. They cooked it all, not wanting to have to carry around raw meat on their travels. Felix used a trick he learned to preserve a lot of it quickly . . . it would be a bit tough and dry but it would still be edible and would keep them going if they couldn't get fresh meat. Still, with the way Peggy ate even the deer wasn't going to last forever. They actually managed to put quite a dent in the fresh cooked meat. It made Felix feel good that she finally didn't look like she was starving.Centaur: A Chaotic Tail Part 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Peggy stood up after she'd finally eaten her fill and looked around, "Felix? Does the name Shar'eshelle ring any bells to you?"
Felix shook his head and concentrated on not burning the meat, "No . . . why?"
Peggy looked around, "I . . . I think that might be the name of the goddess who's temple this is. I found a complete statue in one of the other rooms."
Felix looked thoughtful, "Huh . . . I don't know . . . not familiar with that name at all. T
Centaur: A Chaotic Tail Part 10Peggy stared at him. "Uhm . . ." She was at a complete loss for words. This was the first time she'd ever seen a male centaur and the sight was both amazing and jarring. She shook her head to try and clear it, "Gallraen . . . you're being really sweet . . . but I hardly know you and . . . I mean . . . it's just a little . . ." She gave him a sheepish look back, "It's a bit sudden."Centaur: A Chaotic Tail Part 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gallraen chuckled and stomped, his tail swishing around his back legs, "I suppose it is, but you have to remember, I've been watching you for a long time. But you're right, you don't know me. I understand that perfectly." There was a flash of disappointment but his face returned to smiling immediately after. "Maybe I'll just stay this way for a while anyway." He smirked and kicked his back leg mischievously.
Peggy shook her head in amusement. She couldn't believe this was happening. "Gallraen, what about Felix? Is he going to be all right?"
Gallraen smiled, "Well . . . you and I could go and find
Centaur: A Chaotic Tail Part 2The God of Chaos watched the little filly meander down the road. It certainly had taken all he had to get that stubborn creature GOING. He'd never felt so frustrated in his life, all that planning and plotting and his lovely little piece of mischief was turning out to be a complete stick in the mud. Still . . . the wreck she left in the town was promising. Brilliant work, the fish barrels upending and sliming a good ten people and making the boardwalk treacherous for quite a while until complete degreasing could occur. That had him smiling in delight and thinking that maybe he hadn't made a mistake after all. Should be interesting to see what happened when she got to the city. His smile became very toothy. Yes . . . very interesting. A promising start now that it was started. "You will do well, little one, this may work out after all."Centaur: A Chaotic Tail Part 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Peggy's walk continued until lunchtime, with the sun high overhead and the fog completely burnt off. The sun was now blasting up at her from the ocean o
Snippy - Poem of DoomSnippy - Poem of Doom in Free Verse More Like This
Oh Captain, my Captain! I say it to mock,
You're lucky as hell but to me you're a c***.
Please spare me the missions, I've no head for heights,
Balloons and big lists lead me only to blights.
Evading the probes of an alien race,
Then having to witness your > : ( angry face...
But what choice have I? I'm involved in these fights,
With Cancerous space-monsters full of red sprites,
And Lemonade weirdos and God knows what next,
Just how can you stay so serene and unvexed?
What price should I pay for your simple delights,
Be eaten by whales after soiling my whites?
I know you won't listen, but you'll come unstuck,
And one of these days you'll run right out of luck,
Your empire will fall, and your ego besides,
It's karma for sure, like the turn of the tides,
And then I will lol, sitting in my own muck,
Coz after all this I just won't give a f***.
DownfallDownfall in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
Rain IIRain II in Free Verse More Like This
Theyre back again
Pretending to be full
But really more like
There is some humidity
And a chill in the air
But its all just imaginary
I could step outside
That it still feels how summer
But I kind of like
Of wintery chills and
My WordsMy words are my lifeMy Words in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And my words are my soul
They will never abandon
They can never grow old
Though a word can be shouted
Or harsh, flat, and cold
They are words just the same
And have meanings so bold
Since the day I was born
At the end of the spring
When my mother would greet me
A book she would bring
She pointed out pictures
And taught me to sing
Of the words I could read
And the dreams I could dream
When I found that my words
Everywhere I could look
Could be put down on paper
I admit, I was hooked
All my teachers, they praised
All the others, they shook
To see my fair fervors
And love for a book
Now, my words havent faltered
And my words never slowed
From my fingers, they dance
Into sonnet and ode
They have given me much
Its a gift theyve bestowed
I shall have all my dreams
At the end of the road
My words have been with me
From ages unknown
I read like a zealot
My mothers seeds sown
All these words make a story
That story has grown
To make a narrative
A Woman Who ReadsWhen they first met, before they started dating, he knew that words were important to her. He also knew that she would rather sit on the couch with a book than go out dancing, or even drinking. The idea intrigued him. For years, part of him had believed all women were airheads, only impressed by jewelry and empty words of adoration, so even though she was the complete antithesis of his type, he told his friends he would "give her a chance." If only, he did not tell them, to see what it was that made her love to read.A Woman Who Reads in Short Stories More Like This
Their dates were abnormal, at least to him. Once, they went to see a movie nothing based on a book, she'd made him promise and sometimes they went out to dinner, but the rest of the time, they mostly stayed in her house, sipping coffee and sitting in her private library. They talked for hours about everything; she stared at him above her glasses, keenly observing him and likely comparing him to the people she'd met inside her books; and to his surprise, he en
GhostI come here every night,Ghost in Free Verse More Like This
Sit with you on the couch while you read your book,
Your eyes a thousand worlds away.
You cry sometimes,
Tears dripping down your nose and staining the pages,
And your heart begs me to comfort you.
When I try to make you see me,
You just turn away.
I don't know what you want me to do.
After you put Molly to bed,
Stroking her hair and smoothing away the nightmares,
I sit with her, too,
Holding her hand and whispering.
She sees me, you know,
But only sometimes, in that gloomy space
Between dreams and waking.
I've heard her explaining me to you.
She tells you all about me, the times I've visited her,
What I say.
You lay in bed at night, sometimes,
And beg me to come back,
But when our daughter tries to tell you
That I love you
And miss you both
You won't listen.
You push her away.
He's here, she tells you,
He's trying to tell you something,
But you pat her head.
You tell her it's just her imagination.
How long can I stay here,
Trying to make you see me,
When you a
Rain IRain I in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sky is murky, damp with tears
The angels shed throughout the years
My heart is heavy, wrought with scent
The rains, to these grey skies, have lent
And yet, my soul is high aloft
Within the rain clouds, dark and soft
And left the rain as joy to come
It HurtsIt Hurts in Free Verse More Like This
It hurts, it hurts
Oh, Jesus, it hurts
I want to beat my chest
To scream and cry
To tear my clothes
I shout Your name in anger
I cant understand why Youd do this to me
Its an anchor, Jesus
An anchor that sits on my chest
Each beat of my heart leaves it full to burst
I wonder how You did it
I love so few people, Jesus
But theyre enough to make me overflow
I cant control my emotions anymore
How did You do it?
I love my family
I love my friends
How are they the same?
How are they different?
Why do they make me hurt so?
I feel like I cant fit one more person in
But they keep coming
And I want to die
How do You love us all?
How is Your heart not bursting?
How do You not weep?
Were I You
I would cry until the world flooded over
In every person
Would break my heart
I know how it feels, when your heart
And your world comes tumbling down
PSJJJJPSJJJJ in Free Verse More Like This
Is Padomay a deity who wants blood and sacrifices (Sithis), or it represents the Everlasting Change, full of mysteries and uncertain stories? Which one of the possible realities are the Truest? Perhaps the answer can be obtained from the PSJJJJ.
With the Elder Way, the vision of Mundus becomes something deeper and comprehensible, without just a meaning, but with all the possible meanings. The Word is made True, and with True, the Impossible is made Possible.
The Meaning of the Eye, coming with the Dragon and in a Time without The Crown: All was made possible because it was seen a long time ago, and in all possible ways:
The Red Flame Jewel, which was broken by the Moon-and-Star Soul of the Houses is the Key. The Key of Change and the Key of Sight. Look into the Tower, and you will See: Eight Times and One Choice are made in Oblivion. Look in the Sigillum... All is Sanguis. Seek the Hidden Knowledge but be prepared. Do not carry what you can not if you do not deserve it. But if you choo
AequilibriumAequilibrium in Free Verse More Like This
Nirn knows only Stasis and Change (Good and Evil are just concepts made by mortals in an attempt to understand the reason of the Stasis and the transition through Change), the two forces, a dual aspect of the Divinity, found in TES.
Magicka is Entropy, a measure of the "disorder" in Creation. By Magnus, the Mathematician, who knows the Alphabet of the When and Where, Nirn, an Entity-Realm not yet known, Became. With the Earth Bones, the Laws of Nirn (Lex Naturalis) were established. Through Magicka, the Change could become Stasis and the Stasis could become Change.
Magicka is the manipulation of the Divinity - the Spark of the Creation.
"AV LATTA MAGICKA
AV MOLAG ANYAMMIS"
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Chant Of Magnus
By The Name Of Magnus,
May Magicka Remains Under Your Will.
By The Virtue Of Galerion,
May Your Knowledge Always Be Real.
By The Wisdom Of Syrabane,
May You Learn Sempiternal.
By The Might Of Shalidor,
May Your Insights Be Eternal.
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Praised be Magnus, the One, the Architect, the Sun of Nirn, the Gate between Creation and Aetherius.
Magicka flows through Magnus, who is Its Creator and Master. In Nirn, the coexistence of Change and Stasis produces the perfect foundation to Magicka and Time.
With Time we obtain Change, and with Magicka, we can See Change and Change the Nothing. The Creation from Nothing, and from Nothing, the Change.
From the Heart of Change, deep in the Void, the Nothing becomes Something, and then, Time begins. But Time does not Read the Stasis, but is used to See the Change, and with Change, comes Nirn.
The Dawn's Beauty, Part of Creation, Change in Nothing, Time in Stasis.
The Creation Itself is Magicka.
Prongs Triumphant Part 2They flew James's broomstick, a Thunderbird 500, in the direction of the North tower. Lily clutched his chest so as not to fall off, as the wind ran its fingers across their cheeks and through their hair. Lily was too awestruck by the view to say much during the flight. James was likewise silent, mesmerized by the beauty around him, although he hardly paid attention to the landscape.Prongs Triumphant Part 2 in Short Stories More Like This
When they reached the North Tower, where their Astronomy classes were held, James leapt off the Thunderbird. But before he could even offer his arm to Lily, she had swung her legs over the side of the broom and hopped down to the ground. James tried not to stare as she brushed herself off.
"Alright Potter," she said, slipping a few stray red curls back behind her ears, "I think you've earned yourself a chance."
James smiled, hardly believing how great his day was turning out to be. "I promise you won't regret it, Evans," he said.
Lily laughed at how certain he was of his success. "I certainly hope not, Pot
Prongs Triumphant Part 1James Potter was not in the habit of spying on other people. As Team Captain for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, one of the most promising students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and, by the universal acknowledgment of his female classmates, very good-looking, he was usually the one people peered at from around the corners of hallways.Prongs Triumphant Part 1 in Short Stories More Like This
But today, James could not help eavesdropping. Today, Lily Evans, the only girl James had never been able to forget, was fighting with her best friend, Severus Snape. James had despised Snape from the moment they met, in part because the hook-nosed teen was a member of Slytherin, Gryffindor's opposing house, but mostly because Lily spent more time with Snape than anyone else.
James had happened to be walking back from Quidditch practice, prepping his team for the final match of the year, which was to take place the next day, when he heard Lily's voice, coloured with fury, echoing out of an empty classroom.
As James got closer he heard Snap
Moony RevealedThree MenMoony Revealed in Short Stories More Like This
"Three men can keep a secret, if two of them are dead." Benjamin Franklin, Poor Richard's Almanac
In the days following their discovery, James, Sirius, and Peter tried to act as if they did not know Remus's secret. When Remus had to inevitably visit the Hospital Wing, to eat his daily ration of raw meat, they pretended that they noticed nothing unusual. They were careful to never mouth a word alluding to the truth about their friend, except in the privacy of their dormitory. They also continued to treat Remus exactly as they had before. But one must remember that our heroes are only twelve years old, and secrets leak out of children like light through white paper. After the second time Remus nearly caught the three of them talking about him, they realized that they could not avoid telling him what they knew for much longer.
James proposed that they approach Remus on the coming Sunday. It was their day off, when they often lounged on the grounds, explored the castle, or
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Es war einmal ein junger Bauer aus Talamh Súil Ghlas mit Namen Celynn Rudi. Rudi war ein Tollpatsch, der stets die kleinste Ernte einfuhr und von seiner Familie und den anderen Bauern liebevoll Pechrudi genannt wurde. Doch er war ein herzensguter Mensch und alle mochten ihn.
Es gab ein Mädchen, das Rudi mochte und er wusste, dass sie ihn ebenfalls sehr gern hatte. Sie hieß Rudine Cíepa und war die Tochter eines Händlers, der an mehreren Tagen im Jahr nach Talamh kam, um dort mit den Bauern Handel zu treiben. Seine Tochter begleitete ihn dabei und so waren sie sich zum ersten Mal begegnet. Seit vier Jahren hatten sie nun eine heimliche Beziehung, jetzt, da Rudine endlich volljährig war, wollte Rudi ihren Vater um ihre Hand bitten.
Es war an ihrem Geburtstag, als Familie Cíepa das nächste Mal nach Talamh kam und es war der Tag, an dem Rudi zum ersten Mal mit dem Vater seiner Angebeteten sprach. Der jedoch hatte davon gehört, dass Rudi nichts g
AlleinDer volle Mond war verdeckt von den Wolkenkratzern der Großstadt, nur die Sterne beleuchteten die winzige Sackgasse. Ängstlich stand die junge Frau vor der schwarzen Wand und starrte zu der ungepflegten Gestalt, die sie in die Gasse gedrängt hatte. Die Frau war hübsch, auch jetzt, als sie kurz vor einer Panikattacke stand. Das dunkelgraue Kostüm verschmolz mit der Umgebung, nur das kalkweiße Gesicht und die kurzen, goldblonden Haare hoben sich davon ab.Allein in Short Stories More Like This
Nach einer scheinbar unendlich langen Zeit fragte sie mit zitternder Stimme:
Was was was wollen Sie von mir?"
Der Bettler lächelte, sagte aber nichts.
Wollen Sie Geld? Sie Sie können alles haben."
Mit bebenden Fingern wollte sie in ihre Tasche greifen, doch sie hatte ihre Hände nicht unter Kontrolle und schüttete so den Inhalt der Tasche auf das Kopfsteinpflaster.
Noch immer lächelte der Bettler. Dann sagte er mit einer rauen, vom Alkohol gepräg
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Wie in einem Märchen fiel der Schnee sanft auf die ohnehin schon weiße Landschaft und bedeckte sie mit einem Mantel des Vergessens. Es war Weihnachten und aus dem nahen Dorf hörte man die Stimmen der in der Kirche singenden Menschen.
Auch hier außerhalb des Dorfes sah es weihnachtlich aus, irgendjemand hatte eine riesige, allein stehende Tanne festlich geschmückt und daneben hatten Kinder eine ganze Schneemannfamilie gebaut.
Nachdenklich betrachtete ich die weihnachtliche Idylle, die wirkte wie zu Beginn des 20. Jahrhunderts. Mir war nicht feierlich zumute, zumal ich mit diesem Fest der Christen und Abergläubischen nichts anfangen konnte. Diese Tage verbrachte ich am liebsten irgendwo allein in der Wildnis.
Doch dieses Jahr war ich nicht allein. Ein Mann aus dem Dorf, das ich so lange gemieden hatte, stand bei mir und lauschte verzückt dem Chor.
Langsam musterte ich ihn, den fetten Bauch, den runden Kopf mit den zu we
How to Make a BadassBadasses. The media's chock-full of them. Ever since the 80s-90s darker and edgier characters have been steadily emerging as main characters instead of staying as the usual bad guy role. Today, they're so prevalent that it seems like every other game, film, or comic we pick up has some form of dark, chaotic, trench-coat wearing protagonist. Chances are, you want some of the sweet, darkly feeling of badassery to rub off on you too. So here are some tips to help you on your way to making one of the coolest, hardest, fastest, strongest, ass-kickingest, tired-of-these-snakes motherfuckerest badassed character of all time.How to Make a Badass in Editorial More Like This
1. Clothes Like how Abercrombie and Fitch is a big, flashing sign that says, "hey, I'm a stylin' dresser!" the outfit of the badass should always scream, "move bitch, get out the way." And nothing says that better than a goddamn fucking trenchcoat.
"But no one wears a trench coat in broad daylight! It looks stupid!"
Hah! Tell that to Dante or Keanu Re
How to Be The Perfect FanFans. They're one of the biggest driving life forces behind media today. In fact, without them, your works probably wouldn't get anywhere. You'd probably be stuck somewhere in a crappy one-room apartment living on ramen as a hack writer or lonely college kid spending all his free time making hentai games. However, in this world, people have the potential to simultaneously both have fans and be fans. Chances are, while you may not get a sizable fanbase in this lifetime, you can sure as hell learn to be one helluva fan yourself. So here are some guidelines and tips to get you started on being the perfect fan.How to Be The Perfect Fan in Editorial More Like This
1. Love Do you love your fandom? Good. Prove it by vehemently attacking anyone who doesn't. I mean, what kind of fan would you be if you didn't stand up for what you believed in? Or loved? You'd stand up for your aging grandmother if a bunch of street thugs were spitting on her, right? So why should this be any different? A
Wii Would Like to PlayLittle Susan B. stood staring at the thing before her in disbelief.Wii Would Like to Play in Short Stories More Like This
"Fat," she said. "I'm fat?"
"I'm a machine. Machines don't lie."
"But I'm ten."
"Ten and fat."
"But how can you tell? There's gotta be some mistake."
"Okay, kid, listen up. I've got your goddamn height and BMI right here. Right here inside me.
And according to my records, you suck at boxing, you suck at running, your physical age is that of a 48-year-old male and you suck at Brawl."
"Hey, you're being mean!"
"I'm not mean. I'm a machine. Can't take playing with me? If you don't like it then take yourself somewhere else and maybe go and play with the other babies outside in the sandbox. In the sun. With other actual humans. Like a sissy. Go ahead. You're obviously not man enough to play with this."
The Nintendo Wii puffed out his chest as little Susan B. ran away crying to the sandbox.
A short distance away, PS3 and 360 frowned disapprovingly. PS3 sighed.
"Man, I don't know what
Simon Petrikov (The Beginning of the End) Pg. 2I almost cried at seeing her alone, most likely an orphan, "Yes young Marceline, I will help you find her." I raised my head up to look around the area closest to us. I could not see anything, but wreckage. The sun was beginning to set as well. I let out a sigh of sadness and sorrow for the girl, "We must continue tomorrow for now we must set up camp, get some rest." The little girl looked like she was about to burst into tears, "I promise as soon as it's safe we'll find your mom." I looked down at the girl hopping to cheer her up, so I gave her a big warm smile. It did the trick since she smiled big and bright back at me. I held out my hand to her offering it to help her walk, "Simon can I ride on your back?" I bet I smiled real big and looked really funny, considering she started giggling. "Of course you can Marceline." I had no fear that she might knock off that stupid crown since it was attached to my belt waving loosely with every step I would take. "I hope my mommy is okay." I haSimon Petrikov (The Beginning of the End) Pg. 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Simon Petrikov (The Beginning of the end) Pg. 1The World lays crumbled and broken. All around me is death and destruction. My name is Simon Petrikov and I am alone. I wandered for days wondering why this crown did not save everyone, like it said it would. I can feel it trying to push me deeper down into my brain as it tries to take over me. I left my home country a long time ago sick of remembering all that I have lost including my Fiancée Betty. I had just arrived in what used to be New York or Chicago. I just couldn't believe what was happening. The human race gone, no one left! How could I go on? That's when I heard some smothered crying and sniffling, hoping this time it was a human making those noises, "Hello?" My own voice was raspy. "Is anyone there?" I heard a reply that sounded as though it should belong to a small girl, "Daddy, is that you?" I almost fell to my knees so shocked I was. This child lived while the rest perished around her. I tried to sound calm and soothing, "No I am not your Father, little one. Where did yoSimon Petrikov (The Beginning of the end) Pg. 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This