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The Good Run :iconmousedenton:MouseDenton 0 2
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Abominable Sighting
In a dark room strewn with cables running between dozens of radios, two men dozed in rickety chairs. Glowing dials twitched and the low buzz of static permeated by the occasional clicks emanated from the speakers while the clock on the wall inched its way closer to dawn. From somewhere outside, a screech like metal pierced the stuffy air.
One man opened his eyes and scanned the room. Sitting up, he lifted the large rifle that'd been resting upright against his thigh and leaned forward to tap his companion on the arm. With a sniff he awoke and looked over his shoulder. The first man got up and pulled a heavy revolver from the holster across his chest.
"Heard one of 'em outside." The second man took the handgun with a nod of routine acknowledgement. Rifle in-hand, the first trudged from the room to the heavy cabin door. With habitual caution, he stepped out into the crisp night air. A morning breeze swayed the trees that extended as far as the eye could see beneath a sky bright with star
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Literature
Your Encounter
Your boots crunch dully against the gravel as you pace around the camp's edge, not out of duty but boredom. The desert sky filled with the singing of insects teases you with the sleep your brothers and sisters are enjoying just a few yards away. Your tired mind wanders endlessly down obscure rabbit holes until you hear a nearby rustling.
You scan the shadowy foliage with your flashlight, mindful of coyotes and more curious than concerned. From the darkness a pair of eyes shine back at you, watching almost intently from a foot or so off the ground. With a short weary sigh you place one hand on the pistol grip of the rifle hanging across your chest.
But the silvery orbs begin to rise. You watch, stunned, as they ascend a few more feet. Your heart races as they reach eye-level. You're frozen in place as they finally stop a full eight feet above the ground. Then two more eyes open on either side of the pair already staring at you from the darkness.
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Cpl Lancaster's Letter :iconmousedenton:MouseDenton 0 0
Literature
Choice in the Matter
He pressed his ear against the cold wood of the door, the brim of his hat flattening against the top of his head. After several seconds of silence he stepped back, an expression of calculating diligence set across his features. With the rustle of his trench coat and a glint of silver his pistol rose beside his head, gripped by a gloved hand. The door flew open and he brought his foot down to step inside.
Squares of glum light illuminated sections of furniture like modern art. The purposeful pace of his shoes' tapping across the swept floor permeated the shadows through which he passed, eyes slowly scanning the neat décor. With a long, lonely creak, the bedroom door drifted open. Like the rest of the apartment, it was carefully organized. Prepared, even.
"Do you think we are the masters of our destiny?" The mournful question emanated from the silhouette of a man sitting beside the desk, his back to the intruder. An arm leaned outward with a glowing cigarette as a tired cloud of smo
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Literature
RE: Clone Soldiers
It is imperative that we exercise the utmost discretion in the selection of "clone handlers", not only for the obvious reasons of intelligence and asset protection, but for the lesser acknowledged danger such a task presents to the handlers' own mental health. While the clones are only biologically human, they incite one of two psychological responses: empathy and distress.
If we are not careful to select only candidates who are capable of preventing themselves from forming any emotional connection to the clones, and remain vigilant for such a lapse in character, the combat efficiency of this unparalleled military asset will be diminished. Handlers must see the clones as nothing more than valuable but expendable military hardware.
Research thus far has indicated two primary responses to interaction with the clones, both exceedingly dangerous. The following is an excerpt from an interview with a volunteer who spent several days managing a group of clones through a phase of testing:
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A Human Construct :iconmousedenton:MouseDenton 0 0
Literature
99 Luftballons
Coins clicked onto the countertop beside a knot of red balloons. Nena and Carlo watched anxiously as the storekeeper counted out the change before sending them on their way with a smile. The two children ran with joy in their hearts through the streets, leaving an air of bliss that cut through the tension taut over their heads.
Ninety-nine red balloons held by rocks waited in the field just on the edge of town; the fruit of their day's labor. Giggling, they ran to and fro, releasing the balloons all at once into the sunny summer sky. As the last drifted into the bright abyss, the two danced together beneath the red cloud. Faces appeared in windows, hearts eased ever so slightly by the sight of childhood innocence.
Within concrete confines, a green blip appeared on a scope. Pulled from his nervous boredom, the soldier sat up and watched as the radar swept around once more. The blip grew. Heart leaping into his throat, the man called for his superior. A stern face hurried over, its eyes
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Literature
Man on Fire
I saw him there. He walked with a purpose, a drive. I couldn't tell you what it was, but I saw him there.
I saw the darkness. The decay poured from him. I don't know its painful source, but I saw it there.
I saw his pain. A fire spouting from his heart. I don't know how the ash turned to lava, but I saw it there.
I saw that relief. The corruption melting off his bones. I don't know how it felt, but I saw it there.
I heard a cry. His lungs were crushed by agony. I don't know how he bottled it up, but I saw it there.
I saw him there. A man burning in his own mind. I can't call that living, but I saw it there.
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Literature
The Autumn Riots
It started with whispers and footsteps in the dead of night. Desperate Drag workers crept from their quarters and broke into the storage buildings while most of their guards slept. Tires were slashed and cans of gasoline spilled over the harvest, very nearly ready to be reaped its bountiful yield. With the strike of a match blue flame rippled across the crop, consuming it in a towering inferno.
Alarm quickly spread as the Citizen guards awoke, charging from their barracks into the darkness with clubs at the ready. Everyone ran to the growing blaze, where they immediately clashed with the rebellious workers. Drags still loyal to their masters speedily set upon the fire with buckets as the melee raged incomprehensibly amid the glowing chaos.
Papers reached every eye, immortalizing the broadcasts of an impending food shortage. The Drags knew the hardship would be theirs to bear as the Citizens ate heartily. Protests formed outside government buildings, crowds of discontent congealing agai
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Literature
The Feel Good Drag
Between skeletal buildings along an avenue stood bulky vehicles flanked by soldiers in dehumanizing armor. Through their largely featureless helmets they scanned the surrounding ruins of the demilitarized zone in search of heat signatures, audio echoes, electromagnetic radiation, and any other sign of impending ambush.
An explosion suddenly threw one vehicle, smoldering, onto its side. The troops dove for cover amid the concrete rubble as bullets filled the air from all directions. Infrared beacons designated friend and foe through the technologically-enhanced chaos of battle as their equally-equipped aggressors fired from the destroyed buildings.
Ragged civilians scampered from the perimeter, clustering closer to the helipads as troops took up defensive positions around the war-scorched park. Searing lines blazed through the dust amid static-infused shouts and the drone of gunfire. A rumble from the heavens rose amid the chaos as a dozen or so helicopters appeared just over the crumbl
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Heart-to-Mechanical-Heart
"I know not what to do." the inquisitor said aloud. Expanding beyond his comprehension spread the overwhelming complexities of the world. The struggles of every citizen, the agendas of every politician, all interweaving to create an inexorable maelstrom in which he was but an imperceptible part.
He fancied he heard a sigh from within the machine sitting beside him. A breath of despair from the mechanical lungs of a being once just as human as he, now suspended in an automation between life and death. KgM110's cold circuits began to articulate.
"Go home. Hug your wife. Dine with your children. Be to the world the man you wish to be to them. Make not my mistake. Do not sacrifice that which you love for that which you think you must do, lest you become nothing more."
Within the electronic speech reverberated a paralyzing sorrow which pressed upon the inquisitor as powerfully as a wave pushed by the ocean. With a sudden clarity in his heart, he turned to his companion.
"Who were you? Befor
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Literature
We Are the Wolves
Raven's heart pounded in her ears, drowning out the rustle of branches as they tore against her flesh. Overhead shone thin shafts of moonlight that pierced the black canopy of her nightmare. Each breath reopened the cuts of cold in her throat as she ran through thick uncertainty.
Faint lines of blood crossed the graceful designs on her skin, leaving spots on her white dress. She couldn't stop for long, the breath of fear was already warm on her neck. Through the heavy shadows the girl sensed the wolves prowling silently across the undergrowth.
Another burst of energy launched her deeper into the forest. The scream of a cougar froze her blood and Raven stopped amid the towering trees. Before her stood a stranger, waiting in the darkness with an expression of dangerous delight. There was nowhere to run.
With unmistakable aggression he advanced, but halted at the rising of a howl that echoed through the woods at Raven's back. Before she could turn, three figures stalked around her, facing
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The Initiation Ritual :iconmousedenton:MouseDenton 0 0
Literature
A Witch Hunt
Hakrel stared into space as he lifted the mug to his mouth. Azim gazed attentively at the old man, black and blue ink staining his lined face in exotic patterns. The old hunter didn't pay her any attention as he finished his drink, placing it on the wooden table in view of the barkeep. The apprentice waited patiently as he internally debated.
Illuminated in the orange glow of several dozen torches, a crowd of men clad in long coats and wide hats marched from a wood-shrouded village. Vengeful purpose drove their boots through the puddles dotting the dirt road, their gloved hands dutifully fastened around brass rifles and powder charges. The women watched them go in dangerous silence, their own faces either shining with apprehension or dimmed by grim approval.
As planned, the party divided into smaller groups that proceeded into the dark forest along different routes. So terrible was their presence that the nocturnal creatures of the woods made themselves scarce. A long simmering wrath h
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Faceless Suits
Gun smoke swirled through the dead silence of a dim hotel room. Sean sat on the bed, the revolver still warm in his hands. Moira hadn't moved from the corner, her horrified expression froze in place as she gazed at the corpse near the door. A black suit and tie adorned a haunting figure devoid of features with skin as white as paper. It had no face, no ears, and there was no blood.
Sean didn't know what had just happened. Moira's last scream echoed in his ears. All at once the haze cleared from his mind as a single thought snapped his head around.
"We have to go." His urgent tone pulled Moira from her own dull panic and she stood up. A floor down they heard the screech of tires and slamming doors, but no sirens. Hastily but without a word the two grabbed only the necessities and dashed into the hall.
"No! Not the elevator!" Moira shouted, leading the way to the fire exit. Single drops fell through the calm city from a black sky. Pulling their coats on they made their way down the alley
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  • Reading: German grammar
  • Playing: Insurgency
  • Eating: Duenner
  • Drinking: Bier
I'm still around and coming up with occasional ideas for designs, stickers, morale patches, etc. Might upload more stuff regarding literature, but that'll probably be saved for when I finally get an actual website set up. Art will go here, boring word documents over there. That's the dust-collecting plan, at least.

Other than that, nothing to report. Besides my continued survival and newfound interest in CS:GO (yay or nay), it's been same shit different day.

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MouseDenton Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2015
Nice find!
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ritu13 Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks for the fave !!(:
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MouseDenton Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2015
No problem!
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elckhunter Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2014
Like your art it is really cool especially for a hunter
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MouseDenton Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2014
Thanks! And thank you for the watch!
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Happich Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hey!Thanks for watch, dude! ;D
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StefanBehringer Featured By Owner May 18, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the fav!
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MouseDenton Featured By Owner May 22, 2014
Anytime!
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BravoKrofski Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
thanks for the FAV's!!!!!
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MouseDenton Featured By Owner Mar 17, 2014
No problem! You've got some great stuff!
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