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The FallEyes crossed, He stares into the pit of hell
Black and bottomless before Him.
Paralyzed He waits,
But not long.
The Devil sparks the shadowed abyss
And the flame expands, fueled by hate.
As it swells the Spawn of hell flees
The inferno to corrupt His paradise.
The threat cannot be real.
He is God, He cannot perish.
The bullet pierced his skull
And he collapsed.
Lawrence of ArabiaA candle flickered amber
A solemn face illuminated,
Etched in the wrinkles
Of worry and pain.
Lawrence of Arabia
Observed a unique practice.
Whenever he extinguished a candle
He did so by squeezing
The live flame between his fingers.
When asked what was his trick
He replied, “The trick
Is not minding that it hurts.”
A thumb and a finger,
Scarred and calloused,
Closed on the flame.
Darkness, a hiss
And the acrid odor
Of burning flesh.
My trick is
I cannot feel pain.
Preview of Currently-Untitled Space Western A dull-grey transport-class ship landed on one of the many metal landing platforms that surrounded the outpost city of Old Red. The city, built mostly from the same dull-grey metal, sat in the midst of a sea of crimson rocks. The planet was almost entirely covered in rocks, with only a few freshwater springs breaking the lifeless monotony. These springs were the only reason an outpost existed on the planet in the first place; there were no other useful resources, unless you were a rock collector. Even so, Old Red was a fairly popular travel stop because it orbited in the Estus system, right at the doorway of Cumberland Exploration’s “exploitation zone,” as many locals called it.
The transport hissed as it cooled from the entry head, and it quickly lost all hints of red. A dock worker removed a hose from a compartment and doused the boarding ramp with water, filling the air with steam a
Pokemon Apocalypse: Tribute “Welcome to Viridian City!”
I heard the voice of a man, muffled through the market wall, but still understandable.
“Where is it?” The was the voice of a younger man. The voice was harsh and demanding.
The first man replied quickly, tripping over his own words. “You’ll find it all in order in the gym!”
“Lead the way.”
Heavy footsteps were heard, clearly those of a large Pokémon. I followed the sound to the back of the market. I pressed my ear against the wall.
“Where is the gym leader?”
“Ngh!” the man nearly choked. “He… left!”
A Pokémon roared.
Pokemon Apocalypse: The Package A few fights later, I saw a building peeking over the trees. A quaint cabin soon came into view, and within moments an entire city was before me.
Viridian City, the city of eternal green.
The view was incredible. Lush, vibrant evergreen trees seemed to merge seamlessly with the architecture. However, there was one exception: an enormous metal building with the image of a Pokéball on the front that I immediately recognized as one of the infamous gyms. The gym was a truly hideous building, some parts rusted, other parts covered in anti-Elite graffiti. It was a jarring juxtaposition on the otherwise pristine cityscape.
I stepped out of the clearing and into the city. A few people passed nearby, but they seemed too busy to notice me. An old woman pulled a cart full of various vegetables, and a young man hurried off to the city center,
Pokemon Apocalypse: Swarmed Once again I found myself at the arch of trees that separated Pallet Town and the wilderness. Never in my life had I stepped beyond this symbolic doorway. Once outside, the safety of civilization would give way to the dangers of the wild, with only my Pokémon between me and death.
I removed my Pokéball from my belt and held it up to my eyes, building confidence in Charmander.
I put the ball down, took a deep breath, and stepped through the arch.
Nothing happened. No wild monsters attacked, no bandits jumped out from behind the trees.
With a sharp exhale I started my trek. The path had a slight upward incline, with an occasional cliff ledge that I had to walk around. I wasn’t much of a climber.
After a few minutes I came across a cliff that was surrounded by tall grass and trees
SWtCW: Homecoming pt. 6Orbit of Pandora, aboard the Republic Star Destroyer Vigil
Tag scowled at Ace. “She's doing what?”
“She's going to some kind of meeting between the local leaders.” the Captain replied. “She thinks we need their help.”
Tag's scowl deepened behind his helmet. “You've got to be kidding.”
“No sir, we'll be heading out tonight. Can you hold until we get back?”
Tag snorted. “I've landed most of the legion now and we're dug in, the Seps still outnumber us but we're not going to go anywhere unless they use their warships.”
Ace nodded. “Yes sir...do you think they'll continue to refrain from using their ships?”
“I do, we've been watching them flying large transports from the surface to the orbiting ships. It looks like they're transporting something from the planet. I think that's why they've refrained from engaging us in ship-to-ship combat. They need whatever they're extracting down there and don't want
Irken Corruption: The Beginning Chapter 3
Everything usually was dark, something that seemed much more welcoming then when taken into the light outside. The small cell he lived in, would had been considered a home if he knew what the word meant. There wasn't really anything he had been doing that would be considered entertaining for last 5 years, except for just staring at the walls. Working his brain into thinking more and taking in what he heard, felt or saw was the only thing he really did to kill time.
After being tossed into his containment unit 5 years ago he had gotten much more aggressive, hating, biting, and even lunging at the scientists that came to take him for testing. The tests weren't anything pleasant, each of them always either hurting him mentally or physically. As he grew older the tests started to worsen, becoming more painful and damaging. Every time the doors slid open, he knew it wasn't anything good besides them wanting to inflict pain upon him. At first he was naive always yelling, and try
Venom/Elfen Lied: Venomous Vectors Chapter 21Chapter Twenty One: Final Battle Part 1
On the shore of the now destroyed Diclonius Research Facility, Kaede stood by a SHIELD BTR-80 with her brother Kokoro as she observed the damaged done to the hellish island. For years she wished she could see this place crumble under its own hellish weight, but she never realized the world would also like to see this place taken down.
“Guess this is one chapter of your life you can close.” A familiar voice said as Kaede turned to see Venom standing next to her.
“But I will bear the scar, that’s something I can never forget.” Kaede said, more to herself than her friend.
“Scars are just a sign of someone with a will to live, that I know for sure.” Venom countered as he himself knows how to bear physical and mental scarring.
“So what’s going to happen to big sis and me now Mr. Venom?” Kokoro asks Venom as his grip on Kaede’s finger tightens.
Empire Application Sheet: 2058 UpdateRULES:
You must submit your empire with a section of information using this template
SSC, (Sciastenos Centum)
OOC note: SSC virtually never states what SSC actually stands for, so there should be virtually no reason to say the whole thing in RP.
Date of Founding:
December 20th 1465 unofficial, April 12th 1917 official.
Modern with clear multi-ethnic standards.
My Original Version:
Myric’s Turbocharged Version:
Official – “Ventis Secundis Semper Peragemus” (“With favorable winds ever onward”)
Official- The Warrior Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTs6a0ORdQU
Original Galaxy: The Hub, Atreus, Harnett, Port Aries(mars), Por
Allaying Alideya (5)My punishment for disfiguring their precious robot guards was three days in total isolation. I spent those three days wallowing in anger, letting it seep into my mind until I was consumed with nothing but rage. I could feel it pulsating within me, soaking into every heartbeat, dangling from every breath. However, for every ounce of anger I held, I had an equal amount of common sense. I couldn’t afford many outbursts as long as I was at a disadvantage; I still had no idea where I was or how to get out of this place.
I traced the small incisions on my thighs and arms. When they had operated on me and gave me my new arm they had put tracking chips into me, multiple ones so that even if you managed to find one there were still others. Of course they denied it, they would never do such a thing, but you still knew. Besides I was using their hardware. I wondered if the people holding me captive had gotten them all. Judging by the amount of cuts and lack of the Regency swooping in I gues
Outlawed: part 2
Flyspur was worried. He stood conspicuously in front of the ‘Alley of Food’, as the locals so quaintly called it, waiting for his captain to return. He had climbed up the side of the nearest building, the tiny filaments on the pads of his feet and hands easily sticking to the cement-like plaster wall, to try and see over the crowds but the owner had shouted him down, complaint of footprints on the side of his restaraunt. So his waiting was now confined to the ground. His forked tongue twisted nervously inside his mouth and his tail twitched stiffly behind him. His upper arms clutched the flat screen of his info padd while his lower, smaller arms fidgeted with the strap of his shoulder bag. It had been some time since Rover had told him to order lunch and Flyspur had long ago eaten his salad with a smattering of local insects for a spicy garnish and the giant, steaming hot, meat-flavored drink he had bought for Rove
Escape from Seton"As I watched the burning remains of my planet descend beneath me, it was with an odd sense of a disconnect that seemed to flow through me. The screams, shouts, the muffled thumps as evacuation shuttles were caught by anti aircraft and orbital fire... seemed to pale at the disturbing beauty of a thousand cities burning on the edge of darkness with a macabre, dismal glow." The Brimknole took a long, shaking breath... flexing his long fingered hands to calm himself.
"It had started two months before, The Coalition Second Fleet had entered the system reporting the sector capital having fallen. They started preparing defenses, big words about how they would stop the might of the Serian League at Seton and the bastards would go no further." He chuckled with a short and mocking tone. "The Space Battle ended in an hour and a half. The poor bastards, even being prepared for an enemy gives you nothing with twenty to one odds. The Serians had nearly seven hundred dreadnoughts, and the flee
Through Red SmokeRed.
Vicky licked her lips, the muscle ghosting over her sharp teeth tiredly. In the fog of everything she was drugged with in reality, all she knew was red. It was what she craved, what she saw and breathed for. Even the fog in her head was red.
And the voice she heard, the one that she hated, she could hear it in red.
"This was not the outcome I had hoped for, Victoria," she heard.
It was not the voice of the man that drugged the food and showed them how to fight her, nor the voices of the royal rabbits who came to look at her as though she were a spectacle, not even the voices of the guards that watched her in worry and concern.
The voice sounded red, "I thought you would have been stronger than this. You were so much so before," she smelled smoke, it smelled... red, "But that's all right. I never keep a Wolf too long anyway," there was a pause, a long drag... red... "And we have had our fun, haven't we? I finally managed to do what some told me could not be done," a long chuck
Skies aren't Blue - Angel Wars - 02Chapter 1
"Ahhhhh, I'm sorry. I just feel so happy right now, I can't help it. I have been waiting for this moment since a long time, you know? But I digress. Do you have any questions?"
He put the glasses on, and waited for my response. I had many questions forming in my head, but I had to start somewhere, so I decided to ask most important ones right now.
"Who are you...?"
He tilted his head a bit to the left and patted his forehead with the palm.
"Hm? Oh, you're right! I didn't introduce myself properly! But you should recognize my voice at least. Do you remember? My name iiiiis-..."
Suddenly I realized that long before I was "born" I could hear a voice speaking to me a lot. It told me about a lot of things, some important, some trivial, it feed me informations and just kept close. It was trough some speakers, but it was there as far as I can remember. And it introduced itself each time, with the name:
Dr'gog Day Choose Your Own Adventure IYou groggily awoke from your sleep. You wanted to stay in bed, but you had too much to do. Slouching, you walked over to the counter. The chrono said that the time was 3, Dr'gog Time. You weren't sure what exactly that meant, but it felt early. You fumbled through your belongings in the drawer, eventually finding everything you needed. Satisfied that you had everything, you looked up into the mirror hanging on the wall. What did you see?
A young human male with a reckless smile on his face and a blaster pistol on his belt.
A young human female with a warm smile on her face and a lightsaber on her belt.
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