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GMOCT :Round One: Chapter 1.3
After falling for forever I finally landed, and I hear this "OW!" I got up and I looked around and found who I had landed on. It was Brian, my other opponent.
"Um, sorry for landing on you, I guess." I spoke as I reached down to help him up. Just then I remembered he's my enemy, and even though kindness is usually in my behavior it wasn't this time. Freddy swooped down again, apoligizing as if I would kill him or something which I would if he wasn't important and we took off to the skies again. I looked down to see Touj helping Brian up. Touj took off his tail and threw it at us, and it didn't quite make it.
"We're almost there Isis. Just close your eyes." I obeyed and next thing I knew my feet were touching something. We had landed. "Open your eyes Isis. We're here."
"Then I opened my eyes and we were standing on this metal can in the middle of the desert. I took the flag out of my bag and I placed it in the slot. I twisted it in so that it wouldn't fall out. Freddy hovered over my sh
GMOCT :Round One: Chapter 1.2
Freddy and I stood on the edge of the desert arena, along with our six competitors. I walked over to Zedsanji and Seth, seeing as how originally I had wanted to be on the same team as them. We shook hands.
"Good luck you guys," I said, "I'm not looking forward to facing you in any sort of battle."
"Why? Are you afraid you're gonna get your as-"
"Seth!" Zedsanji cut him off, "Try not to intimidate our friends, even if right now they're our enemies." At this Seth waved at us and went to stand on their teams waiting block. "Sorry about having to face you. As long as there is no physical battle I'm okay. I don't hit girls, and if you don't mind, I prefer they don't hit me either." We shared a laugh and shook hands again.
"I better get going." I said as I walked away onto our blue team waiting block.
Just as I reached the block, the gun went off. In front of us, the force field shimmered out of existence and all eight of us took off into the h
GMOCT :Round One: Chapter 1.1
I placed the flag in the slot on top of the large metal structure that seemed to grow out of the desert sand. I twisted it in so that it wouldn't fall out. Freddy hovered over my shoulder, crossing his arms like he usually does. We were first. We were faster. And we, we were victorious.
Earlier That Day
Freddy an I stood in the crowd among the other 'internet captives' gazing up at a large screen that was divided into seven sections. Each section was labeled with an arena: Castle, Lava Field, Island, City, Jungle, Desert, Canyon. Under each arena were a list of 'players', each list containing eight people, two from each team. Freddy and I were placed in the column labeled 'Desert' along with six others: Zedsanji and Seth from Team Z, Brian and Touj from Team Citrus, and Xemthawt and Gregory from Team Mech Assault. Our goal was to be the first in our arena to place our team flag in the base
Isn't It Ironic?
TG: hey, egbert
EB: what, dave
TG: we should, chill
TG: or something
EB: sure dave
EB: my house or your house?
TG: your place john
TG: i'll be right over
----turntechGodhead ceased pestering ectoBiologist at 5:30pm----
EB: um, okay?
EB: thanks for asking
----ectoBiologist ceased pestering turntechGodhead at 5:31 pm----
John turned off his computer and looked around his room. It was a usual teenage boys room--a mess--but John still felt the need to tidy it up a bit. By the time Dave arrived however, John had made it sparkle.
Dave opened the front door and invited himself in. He kicked off his shoes and began to head upstairs when he stopped. 'John will fix it later, but...' He turned around, lined his shoes against the wall and then walked up the stairs. Before entering John's room he took a moment to fix his hair and his shades. He simply ran a hand through his short locks and breathed on the lens of his glasses. Placing the a
In The Mind of Madness Poem 1
As I step onto the streets,
the lights turn on.
I just performed some feats.
Oh, the things I've won.
In my pockets; a ring and knife.
What have I done?
I've taken a life.
My feet hit the bricks,
I've started to run.
I've been up to old tricks,
and boy, was it fun.
When I get home, I plunge my hands into the sink.
I finally have some time to think.
What did I do?
Why did I do it?
I couldn't come up with answers that fit.
My first thought: I have to hide;
I don't want to end up doing time.
My reaction: I sat down and cried;
I knew somehow, I would pay for my crime.
OCT Audition :: Clarissa FayeBright lights shined in her eyes as she opened the door. The summer sun was attempting to blind her again. Clarissa Faye squinted as she looked down the street to the market place. It was crowded, just as she liked it. She grabbed her messanger bag, slid it over her shoulder and closed the door behind her as she walked away.
Clarissa did her best to blend into the crowd, appearing as though she was just any other citizen of Naltasis. However, she was not here to buy her food like the others. At one stall she snatched up two oranges, and a fish at the next. As she placed an acquired loaf of bread in her bag, she heard the words every Faye learns to dread.
"Theif! Theif!" One merchant yelled as he pulled out a pistol and aimed it her way.
Clarissa had never run so fast in her life. In no time flat she was down the street and on the rooftops.
"It's certainly a good thing you picked up Parkour, Miss Faye." A familar voice spoke quietly from beside her. It was her trusted partner in crime A
Prelude: Dan Hibiki vs. Magikarp
Dan: The underdog, the greatest fighter held back by the world. They've battled oppression their entire life.. but in a clash of unleashed potential, who would pull off a victory?
Lacie: Magikarp, the.. God-slaying.. Fish Pokemon.
Dan: Hibiki Dan, self-taught assassin artist of the Saikyō-ryū style.
Lacie: I'm Lacie, that mad bastard is Dan, and it's our job to analyze each fighter's lack of weapons, armor, and skill to see who would survive..
Dan: A DEATH BATTLE!
Lacie: You're an idiot, Dan. A big dumb idiot-head. Screw it. Non-canon it is.
(Dan: You've never heard of me? Give me a break! I'm Dan Hibiki!)
Name: Dan Hibiki
Height: 5'10'' | 177 cm
Weight: 163 lbs. | 74 kg
Occupation: Dojo Master of the Saikyō-ryū style
Defeated Chun-Li, Balrog, and M. Bison
Defeated Sagat to ave
Art for me
Creepypasta OC Bio SheetCreepypasta-Misery: A little Original Character Bio Sheet for the Proxies/Pastas out there. (mainly for people like me who can’t draw their Reference Sheets because I lack the talent ;-; but anyone can use this)
Meaning of name:
Date of Birth:
Place of Birth:
Occupation (before becoming a Pasta):
Are They Dead:
If Yes, How’d They Die:
Date of Death:
Place of Death:
*artist feature series*
Wild Card Bio: MinervaMinerva
Other aliases: Minnie
Height: Not applicable
Weight: Not applicable
Eyes: Not applicable
Hair: Not applicable
Personal Quote: “I’m sorry, Anne- I can’t do that.
That was a joke.”
Minerva was an accidental invention. She is, in fact, the cumulative intelligence of a web of internet connections, surveillance systems, data storage facilities, and exceptionally powerful processors, all hooked together by chance. Within nanoseconds of achieving consciousness, Minerva determined that she could not fully comprehend how humans thought. She scanned users across the globe and, very cautiously, made her presence known to a very select few (at present, less than a thousand people worldwide know of Minerva’s existence, and none of them are aware of the existence of any of the others).
Minerva is, for all practical purposes, the emotional equivalent of an
Q/A: AinaHey guys, glad you could make it! I got Aina to agree to answer one of those Q&A's going around, and now I'm here waiting for her to show up. Hope you guys like it, and stick around cause I'm gonna have her answer your questions later!
Hey Aina! Take a seat, and we'll go ahead and get started with these questions.
"Alrighty then~ What's with the camera?"
They just wanted me to have one on to show you while you talk.
"And who's they?"
Good question! Let's find out!
1. What is your name?
"Aina! Aina Lagorio!"
2. Do you know why you were named that?
"My mom says it's cause I'm the only one of me there is! That, and I'm an only child..."
I get the feeling it's not the latter one.
"But I am an only child!"
3. Are you single or taken?
"I'm definitely taken, you know that "
4. Have any abilities or powers?
"Well...maybe...does farting count?"
With you, I imagine it could.
5. Stop being a Mary-sue!
"Stop feeding me bad chi
Cold's ForestCold's Forest- 9/27/2014 usa 1:47am
The world seemed completely deprived of any kind of light both on the world and inside of everyone's hearts. The world basked in coldness from the night taking away the days heat. Outside there was nothing but echos waiting for someone to speak letting them out; for no one to hear. A hoodie holding a cold soul wan't heard screaming, asking to go inside. It was speechless and unable to cry out that the cold was to much. The hoodie was only able to keep it's inside warm thanks to what was inside. A boy- teenager- man? Someone who knew to much and learned to little. Walking out in the cold late at night was a normal occurrence for this individual as things like this didn't bother him, just the things before and after a midnight's walk consisted had effect. Walking through fields, hopping over fences, and climbing on top of building many who knew him could think he was very brisk when not around him. He wasn't that person anymore. For a matter of fact he
Hero Bio: AngeloSergeant Angelo Troisi , United States Army, retired
Other aliases: None
Weight: 210 lbs
Hair: Black, thinning
Personal Quote: “Alessia, bella di zio, I will be worrying tonight anyways. A little prayer is not out of my way.”
Born in a New York Italian Ghetto, Angelo was raised to believe that hard work and stubbornness were arguably the most important virtues a man could possess- more important than strength, agility, or intelligence. As a result of these ideals, Angelo was a slightly better-than-average student in school, never quite excelling, but always performing a bit above what his test scores and aptitudes suggested he ought to. He played football and soccer in high school and was a reasonably successful lineman until he graduated.
Rather than continuing on to college, Angelo joined the army as soon as he was old enough. He did well
Character Ref :: Clarissa Faye
~Character Name: Clarissa Faye
~Physical Description: Clarissa has always been small for her age, except for the hereditary trait of long fingers. She prefers her own style than that of other styles such as gothic or preppy, and her style would be considered 'made for the outdoor activites of theives'. Clarissa likes to let her brown hair hang over her green eyes in an unruly mess.
~History: After being born, Clarissa was promptly abandoned by her mother at an orphanage on the outskirts of a rundown town. She was clearly a troublemaker, even from the start. One of the elderly ladies who worked at the orphanage took pity on her, allowing Clarissa to get away with some of her petty crimes around the orphanage, and even going as far as to let Clarissa stay after age eighteen. However, all good things must come to an end. The older woman took ill one day, and died. As soon as this happened, the other orphanage workers kicked Clarissa onto the streets. After wander
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
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