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Paul - Always the SameZoil slides a cup of coffee across the table, and he catches it with ease, curling his long fingers around the hot paper cup. He pulls it closer, stares into the dark liquid, and barely hears the human asking,More Like This
"Rough night, Short Round?"
And maybe it has something to do with the way he slept, or maybe it's because it's one of those goddamn early days and he really, really isn't a morning person. Maybe it's a combination of both, and he just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, as the humans like to say.
Or maybe it has something to do with the way his mind's wandered from him again. Away from this base and away from whatever job they put
Paul - Close EncounterClose EncounterMore Like This
When red lights start flashing and alarms start sounding, it's never a good sign – regardless of the make of the vehicle. It's a universal thing, a bold and frightening in-your-face reminder that you're going down and there's nothing you can do about it. It doesn't matter how many times you try the appropriate switches and buttons or curse the wretched machine carrying you; gravity's taken a liking to you, and all you can do is brace for impact and pray to come out alive.
These are the thoughts racing through his mind as he tries in vain to get the anti-gravity generator to start up again. A part of him knows it won't,
One Last TimeOne Last TimeMore Like This
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The shock was overwhelming, as well as the adrenaline that was pumping through his veins like a lethal poison. He had actually done it. He had actually escaped! Having been at the base for so long, not knowing the actual truth behind why they were keeping him there, he had studied the humans that were there, and he studied the base itself and it's surroundings when the humans had taken him on a supposed 'tour'. He remembered,-- while gripping the steering wheel more tightly than moments before, --thinking to himself that it would be difficult for anyone to escape if they tried. The security there was like an eagle of the f
BlindingBlindingMore Like This
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He awoke to a blinding light.
Groaning slightly, feeling his head pound painfully, Paul went to sit up, to reach his hand to his throbbing head in instinct.
He found himself unable to do either.
Sense began to pulse through his veins as he tried again to sit up. He leaned up slightly, only a couple of inches upward, before feeling something pull him back down to the cold metal surface on which he was laying upon.
His throat tightened, his breaths were uneven. Four leather straps had him restrained to a cold metal table. An operation table, Paul realized, dread filling through him entirely at the thought. Had he been captured
Already A Loner..."Already One"More Like This
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I can't be made a loner,
because I'm already one...
You cannot change me,
this I will always be,
I can't be made a loner,
because I'm already one...
The scars are in me deep,
into the dark I seep,
I can't be a loner,
because I'm already one...
I say you're outdated,
I'll always be hated,
I can't be made a loner,
because I'm already one...
You all give glares,
but what do I care?
I can't be made a loner,
because I'm already one...
Soon you'll all see,
this is part of a destiny
that you cannot prevent...
...
I can't be made a loner...
because I'm already one...
The Story of a DieselThe story of the engine "Warship D10" begins at 1958, when he was showed to the world with 9 other of his kind, his older brothers. Presented to a larger number of people, most of them are wormen and the other were civilans, the diesel felt very happy, altought he was worried about the whole new world that was about to be introduced to him... Soon after his first public appearance, he was sent away to work on a small station, not far from the sea...More Like This
There, he overlooked his new home... The station was small, and it was close to a big city everybody called "London". It appeared that London was far the most important thing in the station... D
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