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From Good, To Bad, To WorseThe sound of gunfire and screaming filled his ears as he tightly pulled on the trigger on the rifle. His hands shook, not with fear – but excitement and adrenaline, he felt sweat pouring down his face underneath the blue visor of his helmet. He fired another burst at the insurrectionist who ran at his flank, the three shots tore a hole in the man’s chest and he fell down dead.
Then Agent Nebraska opened up his COM’s.
“Agent Hawaii how you doing over there?” he asked, looking around the muddy, wet, miserable, clearing they’d gotten themselves stuck in. Bodies littered the ground, and blood mixed with the wet mud and turned it a dirty maroon. Pools of water were everywhere and dead tree’s laid over on their sides. He looked over his right shoulder at the large oak a few yards away, where he had last saw the small Freelancer. But she no longer was there.
“Zireena?” He asked over the COM’s again, a edge of concern in
I Am FoundGo ahead and call me what you wish,
Go ahead and change my name to what you desire.
Go ahead and throw your lies,
Go ahead, and hit me, with your best shot.
But remember this,
Nothing you do to me, or call me can be any worse, then what He has called me.
Nothing can be more shameful
Nothing can be more disgraceful
Then being called a Sinner, by the creator of the universe.
But, I am not ashamed,
Nor am I guilty
Nor am I burdened, with the truth of what I was.
Because what I was, I am no more, and what I am now, I will never be again.
I am a warrior of God,
I am no longer a sinner
I am no longer lost
I am no longer broken
I am something new….
I am, redeemed.
I am free,
I am shameless.
I am found,
So say what you will.
But I will, never.
Stop giving the hope of the gospel to anyone I see.
So don’t pray for me, pray for them
Pray for the ones who are not saved.
For I live to give them the hope of the Gospel
Pieces ~ Part two - A Robot in Disguise“Look we can talk about this okay? Just relax….” Nebraska said raising his hands and trying to look harmless as he could….
“Move your stupid a** but over to the wall or she DIES!” The Female innie growled, Nebraska was getting the idea this wasn’t going to work.
“Alright I’m moving I’m moving….” He said, all the while scanning everything around him struggling to come up with idea’s.
She’s panicked….Fog minded, which gives me an advantage as I’m calm. But I also means she might very well shoot Me or West without thinking….I told West to tell the dierector she’s pregnant she shouldn’t be out here but she’s so stubborn….Why can’t she see logic? Or is there some other reason she refuses to tell him? No! Back on track! We need a way out…. Nebraska’s thoughts were cut off as blackness filled his mind, the Innie had ta
Lover or A Fighter - MemeTaken from: AuroraBlix, Here: http://zeela-winters.deviantart.com/art/Lover-or-Fighter-Meme-364531006
1. Your OC can't touch the interviewer for whatever reason you choose. (West will not like that….)
2. You may use multiple OCs but it was created with the idea of one OC.
3. This was created for those who have killed. If they haven't killed, get out. (Well duh.)
4. Made to test the reactions of OCs. (Oh boy xD)
6. IT IS COMPULSORY TO POST THESE RULES. (OKAY WHAT THE HECK DOES COMPULSORY MEAN THEN?)
Agent West Virginia -
1. "Hey, what's your name?"
West: Rook, who’s asking?
2. "How old are you?"
West:……… 25… *Grumbles*
33 " And your gender?"
West: Your kidding me? Female, Duh!!
Pieces ~ Part one - Bad Luck NebieNebraska sighed as he glanced over at his partner for the mission, Agent West Virginia. Bullets flying over their heads, Nebraska’s robotic hand clenched around his rifle. “West can you flank them?” He asked, “Who put you in charge exactly?” West questioned
. Nebraska responded in a emotionless voice “Logic Ma’am, if you flank while I keep them pinned down you can throw a grenade and take them out.” He said.
West paused, then responded, “Very well.”
Nebraska pushed himself up getting his legs up and over the wall as the next hail of bullets came his way, he ran and slammed his shoulder into the next column with a loud thump. As the metal of his armour hit cement. He took a quick second glace around for the White armour of West, and spotted her 40 yards away hiding behind the factory crate. He glanced back towards the Rebels in modified ODST armour. He slid around the column s
Floating Life - RvB Challenge 1.Zireena starred at the capsule in her hands, the room was dimly lit and a few small lights flickered over the pod in the dark. She glanced around the room and quickly hid under the table as a Guard passed by, she climbed up onto the Table and eased the air vent open it made a loud creek as she did each sound making her tense…A quiet snap followed as it came off and she gently laid it down trying not to make too much noise. She got one boot up onto the wall and propped herself up as she climbed inside the vent, the sides and roof of the vent pressing against her back and sides she tried to make herself smaller. But the Capsule kept digging into her ribs like a knife, she grinded her teeth and edged forwards slowly….
She suddenly realized she had no idea where she was going, What was I thinking? This plan is stupid… She rolled over with some effort as her white armour scrapped on the vent sides, and pulled the capsule out. Looking at it with her helmet light,
NightMare TrainZirena Dexter sighed as she jumped over the pool of water forming on the muddy ground, city walls surrounded her and the bricked ally way with a small street lamp at the end. Like some light at the end of a nightmare tunnel, only as she made her way towards it the wet ground soaking her it only led to more horrible buildings. Darkness, and water. She sighed I’m only 10…I shouldn’t have to be here… She remembered why she was here…The memory struck her like a blow, her parents death and she pushed it away. She clutched a cold shaking blade in one hand, and wore a white and brown hoddie with black jeans and black boots. She jumped as it started to rain hard, the light shower quickly turning into a hard pounding as the water struck the roof’s and ground.
She muttered a curse under her breath pulling her already soaked hoodie over her face. “Closest place….Train yard….Guards there…Probably inside though.” She
Unusual friendship....~ RvB Short storyAgent West Virginia made her way down the hall ways of The Mother of Invention as it went by. Her AI Jack at her shoulder as they talked away, bickering like siblings almost.
“Jack, we’ve gone over this, time, and time, and time again. I DON’T KNOW. Why people have emotions! I am HUMAN!” She huffed, annoyed at him.
Agent North Carolina who was adjusting his arrow’s immediately interjects. "Humans have emotions because we have bodies and our emotions are our bodies way of controlling our minds. A.Is are just raw intellect so they have no need of them as they have no body. Agent North Carolina by the way", he said with a charming smile, "Agent West Virginia isn't it?"
West was dumbfounded for a minute, by both the fact she hadn’t seen him there, and his fast pace accent. “Uh….Yeah, yes,” She chuckled “You can call me Rook though.”
"Nice to meet you Rook", he replied politely, "and you can call me Aro by the way, wai
Agent Arkansas Reference sheet ~ UpdatedCodename: Agent Arkansas
Nicknames: Ark, Arkie, Kan, Kany.
Real Name: Grace Winters
Years of Service: 7
Years of Freelancer Service: 3
Height: Five feet exactly, she’s quiet short for a woman, but never lets this stop her. If anything, she finds it an at vantage over the more obvious muscular tall men.
Weight: 175 out of armor, 230 in armor give or take a bit.
Siblings?: Agent Vermont.
Mental Disorder(s): None.
Crush/Mate: Agent Missouri
Teo TorriatteTeo Torriatte
Warnings: Light T-cest.
Characters(Main): Michelangelo, Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael.
Let us cling together as the years go by,
Oh my love, my love.
“Don’t go, Leo,” Michelangelo whispered as he wrapped his arms around Leonardo’s neck, pulling the larger turtle down closer to him. Mikey hid his face in his mate’s neck. Leo closed his eyes and returned the strong embrace, nuzzling the side of Mikey’s head with his beak.
“I have no choice, Mikey. I can’t dishonor Master Splinter, I must go train as he orders. It’s only for a couple of months, Mikey. I’ll be back soon, I promise,” Leo tried to explain, but he knew it would not stop the young turtle’s tears. Leo kissed the top of Mikey’s head, causing Mikey to whimper and his arms tightened around Leo’s neck. Leo gently patted Mikey’s back, trying to sooth him
Evil Stepmother(Redux)Evil Stepmother(Redux)
As Sara stood there in the hot shower lathering soap all over her body, she felt every inch of her massive weight gain. Her large breasts, her thick thighs that touched almost all the way to her knees, her bloated flabby belly hanging down heavily, and her widened butt all felt so soft and equally engorged with her unintended gluttony. She stood there toweling off from her shower when she realized she forgot her clothes in her room. Embarrassed of her weight and fearing more humiliation from Evelyn she sat in the bathroom and thought of what lead her to this grief.
It was not more than a year ago Sara was out of a job and dropped out of college due to lack of money, she moved in with her father(Jim) and stepmother(Evelyn). Sara was always a perky and happy person in school, but after living with Evelyn and her strict rules her happiness was replaced with sadness and her perky nature with a somber reflection of her past life. Sara had to do what Evelyn said if she
Back in action pt 1One slow, excruciating step. Then another. Each one taking all her concentration. FireBrandi was moving forward on sheer willpower alone. But her goal was finally in sight. The struggle had seemed endless. It has taken everything she had. She couldn't quit, she could never give up! In the end she had won. It was almost over now.
Another step... Another.. She has arrived. What strength remained disappeared. Brandi fell forward, she thought she could hear the wind whistling past her ears as she fell. With a muffled thud FireBrandi flopped down on the couch in the Guardians lounge. Curling up in a corner she began to snore softly.
A short time later Cedric walked in, "Hey, anybody home?"
A cushion struck him in the face. Cedric blinked in surprise. Peeking over the back of the couch he found Brandi curling up again, an annoyed look on her face.
Poly Girl walked in, "Cedric? Good timing. We just
Onyx's Choice: Start
Part 1 (Start)
Work has become increasingly hard to come by. Most cities and city-states have enough willing bodies and readily turn away individuals like yourself; but Stonebridge has proven itself to be different, to be ready and able to take on new artisans to fuel its booming economy.
Unfortunately, “artisan” implies some form of skilled labor. Untrained and inexperienced, you have only one career path available to you – one that those of your disposition have inherited generation after generation: mercenary work. It doesn’t take much to lob a sword at someone; and by the same logic, it takes an equally low about of training to lob a sword at something.
Kelly, the Lord of Stonebridge, singled you out personally with an assignment the moment you passed through the gates. The details were unquestionably vague: there was a creature that lived a few miles west of the city that was causing problems for the populace. For all he told you it could be a rabid
Toon link x Reader Would you, maybe, like me?
Would you, maybe, like me?
Link belongs to Nintendo. You belong to you.
"Hoooyyy!! (Your name)-chan! Wait up!" A higher, chirpy sort of voice met your ears. Turning, you looked down to see none other than Toon Link, or Linkie as you internally called him, face plant into your thigh and stumble backwards. "Oof!" He mumbled, falling onto his butt. "H-hey, kid." You mumbled, glancing to the side a little. Standing up, the boy, who was surprisingly your age, grinned. "What're you doing today? I thought we could go watch Kargoraks or something -- Oh wait, never mind, I forgot I got rid of all of them! They can't steal your lunch money anymore!" He chirped once more, blushing a little. Driving a species, no matter it's intent, to extinction wasn't exactly… alluring. "G-Gee, thanks I guess. Sorry, I'm busy today. See ya, kid." You said, turning and walking away
Summary of EncephalonWAYWARD CITY-
sky: the darkest of red with jet black clouds. night and day are no different. the only weather change is when it rains... if it rains, you better stay in your house, especially if you're an Other.
rain: appears to be blood, which isn't uncommon in the city, but the rain is a sign of danger. if it starts to rain, get inside a building and lock AND block all entrances and windows, especially if you're an Other (as mentioned above). the reason is, when it rains, it summons a swarm of very strange and frightening spirits unlike anyone has ever seen. they're called collectors, and are said to come from hell itself. they wear black cloaks, resembling dementors from harry potter, except they can only hover a few inches off the ground. their hoods never come down, and you never see their faces. however, when close to its prey, incredibly long silver hair snakes out from beneath the hood and slowly flows toward the victim. if touched, the victim will be tangled in the hair, and t
The Sixth Clan Chapt.8 Blue-grey clouds rolled over the full moon, still not preventing it to shine brightly into the hollow. Firepaw raised his muzzle towards the dark sky as he prepared anxiously for the Gathering.
"I wonder what's keeping everyone", protested Dewpaw, the smell of skunk still slightly lingering from his dark pelt. "I don't want ThunderClan to be the last to arrive".
Lilypaw sat beside the smaller apprentice. "We've still got plenty of time", she reassured. "It's hardly even dark".
Firepaw gave his shoulder a nervous lick, timid about facing different apprentices from different Clans. At the time of the Gathering, he was going to meet cats from different Clans. He would bond, chat, boast about his first catch and compare moves, knowing that one day he would met them face-to-face in battle with unsheathed claws. Will I even make an enemy tonight?
The bramble tendrils of the apprentices den rustled, an
The Unending NightmareLife is an interesting thing, unique in the universe. A series of chemical processes conducted in such a way that it serves as a conduit for élan vital, a form of "energy" which exists beyond the physical universe. In tiny quantities and in simple systems, élan vital has virtually no effect, but when a critical density is exposed to a very specific set of electrochemical reactions, it confers upon the living thing the gift of consciousness.
Élan vital is special in that it is not of the material universe. It is native to another universe "adjacent" to physical reality, an alternate dimension called the Etherium. Élan vital can only exist in conjunction with the particular chemical systems that exist in all living things; indeed, life is defined by the presence of élan vital within a chemical process. When these chemical systems fail, élan vital becomes unstable and is punted back into the realm from which it came; this process is more commonly
You Think You know Fear~ShadowWhisperYou Think You Know Fear
"Oh you think you know fear?" ShadowWhisper whispered into the young decepticon's ear. "You think your everything, you think your evil, you think you know how to make any bot brake. But you don't…You know…NOTHING. Nothing! Little Bot, your are pathetic!" He growled the words slow and clear, as piercing as ice. The decepticon bot squirmed and struggled in Shadow Whisper's grip. But the autobot had him pinned, and his extra strength didn't help the bot, the decepticon's name was SharpEdge. Shadow Whisper, or Shadow for short grinned showing blood covered teeth, as he pressed his claws harder against SharpEdge's neck. SharpEdge looked nervous, "I thought you were an Autobot…" He said "You guys don't kill…U-Unless you have to. I surrendered! " His voice was high, Shadow was covered in bot blood, his visor came closer to SharpEdge. As he whispered in his ear "I'm not an autobot you fool…I was like you…Like your kind… A decepticon…Do you know what they did
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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