Murder your Maker Fanfic Cap2PROTOTYPE 2: Murder your maker® es propiedad de Activision© y Radical EntertainmentMurder your Maker Fanfic Cap2 in Settings More Like This
Capítulo 2 Al mejor postor.
Algún lugar de la Zona Verde, Isla de Manhattan
Ese es perfecto Pensó Alex al ver desde arriba a su nueva presa, un tipo con un uniforme de Blackwatch con un montón de papeles de información clasificada en un maletín que metía a su automóvil para conducirlas directo a casa; algo extraño, ya que ni Gentek, ni Blackwatch, ni ninguna otra empresa aliada o no permitirían que información de esa talla saliera de sus instalaciones o bases. Seguro es un espía o algo así dijo Alex mientras lo observaba y seguía desde arriba de los edificios cercanos- Mucho mejor, así será más fácil sacarle la información De lo contrario, tendré que matarlo Le daré una sorpresa.
Dicho esto continúo sigui
To kill a templar?Lo conseguí.To kill a templar? in Settings More Like This
Tengo una cita con Melanie Johnson, la única chica influyente en la Orden del Temple, será mi oportunidad perfecta para infiltrarme y sacar información, aunque luego de esto tenga que asesinarla. Bueno, no importa, el hecho es que fue difícil convencerla, fue muy precavida, pero tengo una gran ventaja: Soy un Asesino nuevo y poco conocido.
Melanie es muy amigable aunque tenga una cara que diga todo lo contrario, tomamos vino tinto, ella dice que aunque es 'sencillo' le gusta mucho, al mismo tiempo caminamos, ella me cuenta cosas de su grupo de amigos, aunque al principio no habla mucho de ellos le doy algunas indirectas para que crea que quiero pertenecer a su Orden porque apoyo sus ideales y la apoyo a ella que tontería, no puedo creer yo que diga estas cosas - pienso. Así que al final termina hablándome de cómo trabajan, se cuidan y trabajan en equipo, hace que parezca tan bueno ser un templario.
En fin, he co
Murder your Maker Fanfic Cap1Muy bien, al fin, tengo completamente listo el capítulo 1 del fanfic de Prototype 2, un juego que no saldrá sino hasta el año 2012, asi que tengo todo el tiempo... Bueno, en realidad, ya solo poco más de medio año... Bueno, la cosa es que este fan fic se centra más en el protagonista de el primer juego y su hermana, bueno, los personajes principales, y unos que otros OCs, de todas formas, Pr2 se tratará de James HellerMurder your Maker Fanfic Cap1 in Settings More Like This
PROTOTYPE 2: Murder your maker® es propiedad de Activision© y RadicalEntertainment©
Capítulo 1 Pruebas.
Hospital St. Paul, Isla de Manhattan
- Me pregunto si a Alex le agradaran los resultados de la prueba que le hice a Dana dijo
el doctor con mucha inquietud.
- ¿Por qué no habrían de agradarme, doc?
How to make Mitarashi dangoHow to make Mitarashi dango in Reviews & Guides More Like This
200 g of rice flour
200 ml of hot water
100 ml water
2 1/2 tbsp soy sauce
1 tbsp corn starch
1.) Mix the rice flour and water together.
2.) Knead till dough is as tough as your earlobe.
3.) Fill a pan with water and heat up.
4.) Rip off bite sized pieces of the dough and steam them for 25 minutes
5.) Throw the balls into a bowl and mush together with a wetted wooden spoon.
6.) Knead the dough
7.) Roll out dough into a long stick shape.
8.) With a wetted knife, cut bite sized pieces off.
9.) roll the pieces into balls.
10.) wet skewers and apply an even amount of dumplings to each.
11.) pour sauce over dumplings and enjoy.
1.) Mix all the ingredients in a sauce pan.
2.) Simmer till thickened.
3.) Pour over dangos.
ShadAmy Parody“SONIC!”ShadAmy Parody in General Fiction More Like This
The excited yell of Amy Rose echoed through the air, and could probably be heard from all over the world. It was just as was suspected. Amy bounded out of nowhere and latched herself onto an unsuspecting Sonic the Hedgehog, who went from laidback to extremely angry in the space of a second.
“GET OFF OF ME!” he screamed in anger, without thinking. Yet again, Sonic was famed for his stupidity.
Amy let go of him, her eyes welling up with tears, “B-but Sonic…”
“WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?” he shouted loudly, his eyes almost popping out of his eye sockets. Nobody, not even himself, cared about how out-of-character he appeared to be, “DO US ALL A FAVOUR! CURL UP AND DIE!”
At that, Sonic the Jerk ran off, leaving Amy to collapse on the pavement and cry to herself. Typically, the weather decided to rain, and Amy sobbed harder and harder. Her dress was getting dirty. It was strange; whenever Sonic had turne
Xion's PoemThirteen chairsXion's Poem in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Black coats are worn
This is where Number XIV was born
Alone and silent
Things could be worse
Number XIII noticed her first
Salty yet sweet
First one she had
She realized they weren't all that bad
Warm summer sunsets
Three friends together
Xion knew it couldn't last forever
Not real at all
Look at his leer
XIV starts to realize her fear
Reprogrammed by I
Now on the clock tower
Xion uses all of XIII's power
A fall, defeat
Salt tears run
No more days underneath the sun
Roxas, not ready!
Fight Xemnas never.
Even though he'll forget forever
Dark storm clouds
We all know who Xion misses
The Process of Making .:Hussie the Troll God:.[5:26:56 PM] ѕтαяѕ мιχ: HUSSIE IS MASTER TROLLThe Process of Making .:Hussie the Troll God:. in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
[5:27:04 PM] ѕтαяѕ мιχ: ... HIS IMPERIOUS CONDESENSION
[5:27:09 PM] ѕтαяѕ мιχ: OR HOWEVER YOU SPELL IT
[5:27:11 PM] ѕтαяѕ мιχ: ITS HUSSIE
[5:28:11 PM] LadyNight95: *to the tune of frosty the snowman*
[5:28:17 PM] LadyNight95: HUSSIE, THE TROLL GOD
[5:28:32 PM] LadyNight95: WAS A JOLLY JACKASS SOUL
[5:28:42 PM] LadyNight95: (help me out)
[5:28:50 PM] ѕтαяѕ мιχ: (uuhhh)
[5:29:02 PM] ѕтαяѕ мιχ: WITH A STOLEN BROOM
[5:29:26 PM] ѕтαяѕ мιχ: (and idk what else FUCK)
[5:29:48 PM] LadyNight95: AND SOME FAKE-ASS HORNS
[5:29:55 PM] ѕтαяѕ мιχ: (THERE WE GO)
[5:29:59 PM] LadyNight95: AND A BEAR HUNG
Xion's Other PromiseXion's Other Promise in Free Verse More Like This
I can't remember it anymore.
Something important to me.
The river of memories clotted,
Memories connected together -
If any should leak out of his protective sleep,
What havoc would it cause? Would it injure anyone's heart?
Would it confuse anyone?
Make her cry?
A crushing sadness for a heart I do not have -
My heart that's missing still feels like it's breaking.
I only want to stay together,
With the two of you, who mean so much to me.
You want me to return back with you,
To everyone else in Organization XIII.
They search for your hearts, not knowing where they are exactly
But only knowing fully this overwhelming sense of yearning, longing,
To find them and be whole.
But I look out into the distance, past the crashing waves along the shore,
Towards the setting sun on the horizon of a bleeding sky.
I hear a boy's name and speak of it from my lips, and when I close my eyes I see
A girl with a face like mine, with eyes like mine, with hair the same as mine.
FrUK: I'm So Lonely: Part 1I'm So LonelyFrUK: I'm So Lonely: Part 1 in Romance More Like This
Warning: Foul language
Arthur Kirkland was lonely. Maybe he was lonely because he hasn't been in a committed
relationship in over five years. Maybe he was lonely because no one liked him. Maybe he
was lonely because he was miserable.
But, to him, it didn't matter. It didn't matter what people thought about him anymore.
It didn't matter what he did anymore. It didn't matter what he did or what he said.
To him, loneliness was a gift. Loneliness granted him acceptance of betrayal, seeing as he
was used to it. Loneliness allowed him to have quick shags without having to deal with his
And even in his beat up, low-quality apartment, loneliness is what kept him sane. Among
all the piles of torn and filthy clothes and the piles of CD's and the stacks of record
tracks, he found comfort. The comfort of his privacy. The comfort of his Fender guitar that
Writing Tips -1Writing TipsWriting Tips -1 in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Okay, so writing. Something you are interested in? Well,
lets get to grips with just some of the basics of great writing. These tips
will transform your attitude from "How can I fill this page?" into "How can
I fill this page with good quality writing?"
Part One: Initial Idea
Why is it that finding an idea can be so hard?
Why does everyone else have the power to come up with amazing ideas, and what
are you left with? Nothing... Well, to you, that may be what it seems
like, but I'm sure if you dig deep enough, you don't really lack in
ideas, you just have a hard time bringing them to the surface. Here
are some ways to bring out that buried inspiration:
Base some ideas on real life events
Its probably the easiest way to write, you may have experienced what you are
writing about, this helps the mind describe the situation, it also makes it
sound much more realistic.
Use inspiration from other pieces of writing
Split Personality : Chapter 1Split Personality : Chapter 1 in Sci-Fi More Like This
Xephos, Honeydew and Knight Peculiar were walking through the desert, longing for a breath of moist air. They trudged on, the sun beating down onto them, the desert was dry and felt as if it sucked moisture with every step the three took.
As they continued, light started to slowly fade, this startled Knight Peculiar, him being focused on navigating himself and the chosen two through the desert.
"We should stop here today, and rest up for more journeying through this accursed desert." said Knight Peculiar.
Xephos and Honeydew moaned back in submission, seeming that the two were also tired, but much more than Peculiar himself. Because Peculiar noticed this, he alone started to build a simple, small but suitable shelter for themselves for that night out of cobblestone and some wood. He also set up some beds, yet as the two stumbled in with a miniscule amount of energy left, noticing the beds they collapsed onto them, immediately falling into a sleep.
"Heh, though you two are heroes fabled