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Biker Mice: Olympic Sting 1
Chapter 1 'I'm sorry,’ Vincent looked at his friends. ‘But did I just hear that insane fish from Detroit?’ 'Brie? O yea, Vin,’ Modo confirmed. 'That was the crazy fishfin from Motown.’ 'And he was discussing a competition with Limburger?’ Vincent continued in a mockingly surprised tone of voice. 'A joint competition.’ Throttle pressed his lips together for a moment. 'They are teaming up.’ 'What for?’ Modo scratched his left arm reflectively. ‘Something ugly,’ Throttle answered, chewing his lip and glancing back down into the training ground. ‘Something that stinks.&#821
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Biker Mice: Olympic Sting
He knew that moving was the wrong thing to do just that moment. Moving was painful… Moving was rash. He spat blood, some of which oozed down his furry face, getting to his hands and looking around him. ‘O man…’ At first he thought he had been blinded. He saw nothing, absolutely nothing. All was blackness, thick and complete. He closed his eyes and opened them again. Still the same thing. He licked his lips, shivering as much from the cold of wherever this was as from the beating they’d laid on him. Wait a minute… Beating? What?... He frowned, slowly rubbed his face, trying to organize his thoughts, to thi
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Biker Mice: Dehumanizer
Chapter 3 ‘So, bro, what’s the plan now?’ Vincent asked, pausing at the top of the stairs. He was tired and so had splayed out on the concrete while Modo sniffed the air. Limburger’s stink permeated the entire building, and that included the stairwells and elevators. Seeing as how they could not reach an elevator button or risk being seen - and the bikes of course were totally out of the question in their present state -, the stairs had been the only option of getting around. And going up first made sense too: Limburger was here. ‘We find that reeking cheese and listen in,’  Modo replied, wiping his face.
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Biker Mice: Dehumanizer
Chapter 2 ‘O mama, what have they done to your son?’ Modo’s three paws pitty-patted across the floor of the closet where Vinnie was hiding. ‘I can’t function like this. I can’t even tell Charlie and Throttle what happened!’ He stopped to think things over. The first panic and shock had worn off now. His mind was still intact, even if his body was… No… Don’t think about that! What had he seen before he’d been painfully transformed? He had been chasing some of Limburger’s goons, yes. Then there had been the sound of a helicopter and then… then pain had sunk its claws
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Biker Mice: Dehumanizer
Chapter 1 'What a rush!’ Vincent hooted, hitting the gas on his red sports bike and swerving between Limburger's goons, knocking them off one by one. With each disabled enemy vehicle his adrenaline shot up a notch, his red eyes glowing with an almost unholy light (unholy that is for the enemy). This was living! Taking to a concrete wall to avoid the trio of more goons down the somewhat narrow street, Vincent let loose with his laser pistols, laughing. Three explosions later, he wheeled around to assess his handiwork. Six busted wrecks that Limburger had paid for and would pay for again. Tire tracks on the asphalt, some actually smoking
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The Brotherhood of Mice
“Vince!” “Vinnie!” “Bro!” He knew he should not have done it. He knew it was a trap, a trap set by that blue fish-cheese. He knew it - and he still did it, still fell for it. Even as his bike spin out of control and crashed through the wooden 'dead end’ sign and flew out over the Pits, he knew he should have told his bros. It was too late though. All the glory he'd wanted was now so much free fall, him and his bike. He had wanted so much to show 'em what he could do, what Vinnie the Awesome was capable of… what glory would have been his… Limburger had set his trap well, however. He knew h
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The Rooks of London
London 1868 CE Poverty. Despair. Anguish. Riches. The large brown eagle saw it all as it flew over the grimy black grey city of London, the centre of the universe, the heart of the Empire on which the sun never set. The heart that was rotten at its core. A heart whose veins and arteries were stained coal-black. A heart where one artery contained… contained relief mayhap… The flimsy wooden door slammed open, emitting a scrawny man-shaped projectile down the equally rickety wooden stairs that at one point had been solid, whole, even painted. Now they creaked and cracked under the weighty blows of the body rolling down them. The sl
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The Flesh of an Innocent: Epilogue
Seven months later... The Dutchman never had a chance. He gaped at the man who stood above him, the point of his cutlass resting against the shaking lawyer's neck. It was not the blade itself that held his attention, however. It was the eyes above it, dead, cold, sea-green eyes that promised death, that proclaimed his fate. He had done the unthinkable, he had despoiled children of their innocence. Now, he would pay for his misdeeds. He would pay by the hand of the man who had stood in his way, whom he had thought dead in that conflagration in the fisher village. How had the man survived? He watched his judge – his executioner too &#82
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Biker Mice: Olympic Sting 1
Chapter 1 'I'm sorry,’ Vincent looked at his friends. ‘But did I just hear that insane fish from Detroit?’ 'Brie? O yea, Vin,’ Modo confirmed. 'That was the crazy fishfin from Motown.’ 'And he was discussing a competition with Limburger?’ Vincent continued in a mockingly surprised tone of voice. 'A joint competition.’ Throttle pressed his lips together for a moment. 'They are teaming up.’ 'What for?’ Modo scratched his left arm reflectively. ‘Something ugly,’ Throttle answered, chewing his lip and glancing back down into the training ground. ‘Something that stinks.&#821
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Biker Mice: Olympic Sting
He knew that moving was the wrong thing to do just that moment. Moving was painful… Moving was rash. He spat blood, some of which oozed down his furry face, getting to his hands and looking around him. ‘O man…’ At first he thought he had been blinded. He saw nothing, absolutely nothing. All was blackness, thick and complete. He closed his eyes and opened them again. Still the same thing. He licked his lips, shivering as much from the cold of wherever this was as from the beating they’d laid on him. Wait a minute… Beating? What?... He frowned, slowly rubbed his face, trying to organize his thoughts, to thi
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Biker Mice: Dehumanizer
Chapter 3 ‘So, bro, what’s the plan now?’ Vincent asked, pausing at the top of the stairs. He was tired and so had splayed out on the concrete while Modo sniffed the air. Limburger’s stink permeated the entire building, and that included the stairwells and elevators. Seeing as how they could not reach an elevator button or risk being seen - and the bikes of course were totally out of the question in their present state -, the stairs had been the only option of getting around. And going up first made sense too: Limburger was here. ‘We find that reeking cheese and listen in,’  Modo replied, wiping his face.
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Biker Mice: Dehumanizer
Chapter 2 ‘O mama, what have they done to your son?’ Modo’s three paws pitty-patted across the floor of the closet where Vinnie was hiding. ‘I can’t function like this. I can’t even tell Charlie and Throttle what happened!’ He stopped to think things over. The first panic and shock had worn off now. His mind was still intact, even if his body was… No… Don’t think about that! What had he seen before he’d been painfully transformed? He had been chasing some of Limburger’s goons, yes. Then there had been the sound of a helicopter and then… then pain had sunk its claws
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Biker Mice: Dehumanizer
Chapter 1 'What a rush!’ Vincent hooted, hitting the gas on his red sports bike and swerving between Limburger's goons, knocking them off one by one. With each disabled enemy vehicle his adrenaline shot up a notch, his red eyes glowing with an almost unholy light (unholy that is for the enemy). This was living! Taking to a concrete wall to avoid the trio of more goons down the somewhat narrow street, Vincent let loose with his laser pistols, laughing. Three explosions later, he wheeled around to assess his handiwork. Six busted wrecks that Limburger had paid for and would pay for again. Tire tracks on the asphalt, some actually smoking
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The Brotherhood of Mice
“Vince!” “Vinnie!” “Bro!” He knew he should not have done it. He knew it was a trap, a trap set by that blue fish-cheese. He knew it - and he still did it, still fell for it. Even as his bike spin out of control and crashed through the wooden 'dead end’ sign and flew out over the Pits, he knew he should have told his bros. It was too late though. All the glory he'd wanted was now so much free fall, him and his bike. He had wanted so much to show 'em what he could do, what Vinnie the Awesome was capable of… what glory would have been his… Limburger had set his trap well, however. He knew h
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The Rooks of London
London 1868 CE Poverty. Despair. Anguish. Riches. The large brown eagle saw it all as it flew over the grimy black grey city of London, the centre of the universe, the heart of the Empire on which the sun never set. The heart that was rotten at its core. A heart whose veins and arteries were stained coal-black. A heart where one artery contained… contained relief mayhap… The flimsy wooden door slammed open, emitting a scrawny man-shaped projectile down the equally rickety wooden stairs that at one point had been solid, whole, even painted. Now they creaked and cracked under the weighty blows of the body rolling down them. The sl
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The Flesh of an Innocent: Epilogue
Seven months later... The Dutchman never had a chance. He gaped at the man who stood above him, the point of his cutlass resting against the shaking lawyer's neck. It was not the blade itself that held his attention, however. It was the eyes above it, dead, cold, sea-green eyes that promised death, that proclaimed his fate. He had done the unthinkable, he had despoiled children of their innocence. Now, he would pay for his misdeeds. He would pay by the hand of the man who had stood in his way, whom he had thought dead in that conflagration in the fisher village. How had the man survived? He watched his judge – his executioner too &#82
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The Brotherhood of Mice
“Vince!” “Vinnie!” “Bro!” He knew he should not have done it. He knew it was a trap, a trap set by that blue fish-cheese. He knew it - and he still did it, still fell for it. Even as his bike spin out of control and crashed through the wooden 'dead end’ sign and flew out over the Pits, he knew he should have told his bros. It was too late though. All the glory he'd wanted was now so much free fall, him and his bike. He had wanted so much to show 'em what he could do, what Vinnie the Awesome was capable of… what glory would have been his… Limburger had set his trap well, however. He knew h
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Coming out
Well don't worry. I am not coming out in that sense. I am coming out in the sense that I realized my last journal entry was almost four years ago. So, this is a kind of catch up journal. Major changes in my life. I quit one job and found another which really developed me professionally. I got bored with that one and enrolled in a Master of Arts program in Applied Linguistics. I am most of the way through the program now and only need to finish four research essays. I have started writing creatively again since I am not stressed any more. I have had major stresses the last couple of years and that kind of killed my creative streak. I've
Beware!!!
Folks, apparently there is a poster selling website that takes visual art from DA without permission and sells it as posters. it's called wallpart.com
eclipse!!!
Supermoon and solar eclipse tomorrow! Excited?

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Hello My friend!
 
Long time no speak! How are you? Hope life is treating you well! :D I haven't been on here in ages since I have been following my dream career, but now that everything is finally on track I am back lol. 

Hope you are well!

Take care! 

Vikki 
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altair-creed|Professional Writer
Hey! How's the career going? Nice to see you back
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Hello, it is going very well thank you. After a few years its finally taken off and I am doing what I love :D How are you? Hows your career going? Its good to be back :D 

Have you played AC: Origins? If so what did you think? :D 
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altair-creed|Professional Writer
I did not play Origins because I have no computer. As for career, I am going back to school to upgrade my education for better pay :)
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Jenniej92|Hobbyist Traditional Artist
hi there!
thanks for faving one of my AC works :dance:
have a great day and I hope to see you again :meow:
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altair-creed|Professional Writer
:)
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assassinaltair13|Hobbyist General Artist
Hello. It has been a long time. How are you?
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