After the End Ch 6: Don't Look UpIt was a foggy morning. Dennis and Eric slowly made their way down the road, weapons in hand, looking for a gas station. It had been almost a week since their departure from Westwood, and the SWAT truck was running low on fuel. Dennis looked down at his forearms as they walked. The burns had healed, but left some ugly scars. He didn’t mind, he hadn’t gotten it nearly as bad as others had. Thinking of Tara caused him to sigh and rub his eyes, drawing Eric’s attention.“You okay?” The kid asked.“I’m fine.” Dennis replied. “Just thinking…” Eric hesitated, still eyeing t
An excerpt from a Rodinian role play.Off in the distance you can see the dust trail rising into the sky made by the convoy as it crosses the wasteland. Petra's purple hair blows in your face as you sit behind her on her great flying lizard beast.She makes some strange hand signals to two other flying mounts near by.The three of you break off from the rest and make for the lead vehicle in the convoy."We will make a road block of the first vehicle and then my Necros will attack when the rest are stalled."You notice, the escort lizard flyer in front of you carries a large hideous looking metallic egg like structure in it's talons. Once over the lead vehicle, the pilot kicks hi
Last StopLast Stop. The End.No one can avoid it. Someday, we all get that ticket to the End of the Line – no predicting when. Every one of us once has to stay on the bus when everyone else has gone off, rattling into the unknown. I just didn't expect it to be me this soon.I think we all pretend that it's ages away, or at times even forget that it exists. I certainly didn't expect it, even though I'd known a few people who someday just had to go. I never tried to ask what was at the Last Stop, never wondered about those who continued after I got off. Maybe because, like everyone else, I already knew, and just wanted to keep the real knowledge
After the End Ch 5: VengeanceAs dawn approached Joe followed Hannah into the manager’s office of the Wal-Mart, two of her lackeys coming in behind them and closing the door to block Joe’s exit. Hannah sat down behind a desk in the center of the small room, Joe sat across from her. Hannah looked at the man a long time then sighed and sat back in her chair.“I know you don’t like how we do things here…” She started.“Clearly.” Joe cut in, plainly infuriated. Hannah’s eyes narrowed slightly in irritation.“I don’t expect you to understand,” She continued. “But this is how we keep control.&rdq
The Origin of the Ultimonster In 2010, an Artificial Intelligence unite called the Super Perfect Electronic Computer for Technical Everlasting Resourcefulness, or "S.P.E.C.T.E.R" was created. To test his capabilities, he was placed in a chosen area to work all its electronic devices. As luck may have it, they chose Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Then came the Fukushima Daiichi nuclear disaster of 2011. When the Tohoku earthquake and tsunami hit, one of the nuclear meltdowns shot a reactor into orbit. On December, 2012, S.P.E.C.T.E.R began to become unruly, but this was just because of it's creator, Hector Phantasmus who intended to use the program to rule the world. In an a
MisdemeanorSome call it discrimination. Some call it an invasion of privacy. Some call it justice. Forty years ago, when they started tagging us, there was a lot of talk about it. There were petitions and peaceful demonstrations, and riots and uprisings in some places. There were lawyers fighting on both sides and politicians kissing baby cheeks right and left – ours and theirs – while trying to figure out which side would bring them more votes. In the end it was decided the tags would stay on, but inactive. This way they don't know where we are until we use our powers. They're tuned in on our brainwaves somehow and when we use whatever gifts evolution has given us, the alarm goes off. Then it can only be turned off when we're at the police station for questioning. I suppose it could be worse: they were thinking of killing us off at some point. But it still doesn't feel right to know it's illegal to use your full potential.All the law-making happened before I was born, so it didn't f
After the End Ch 4: Terror in the Night“Please!” Tara screamed as she slammed her fists on the boarded up doors of the Wal-Mart, tears streaming down her face. “You can’t do this! Please I’m begging you!” As she continued her pleading Dennis stood only a few feet away, his body tense and ready to bolt as he stared into the endless mist now surrounding them. Terrible red glowing eyes were everywhere, drawing closer. Whatever these monsters were, there were far too many of them to fend off. Dennis tightened his fists and gritted his teeth, his eyes shooting back and forth between the approaching creatures. He heard Tara scream again and sud
Character Bio: Orazio Barestreri Name: Orazio Barestreri Age: 23 Race: Human (Native American[Mohawk]/Italian) Physical Appearance: Heavy Build,Broad Shoulders and Muscular Arms. Personality: Usually serious,but on a good day highly Humorous. Occupation: Weapon-Smith for the Xetronuvian Empire Weapons: AT-14 Combat Rifle Armor: Plated Steel with padded Chain-Mail undercoat Clothing: Blue Jeans and a T-shirt,along with a black Hoodie. Special Items: His Family sword,The Angel of Death, and his old wedding ring. Other Abilities: Can see the way a machine is put together and
The Jamblibam Incident: Part 12The Jamblibam Incident: Part 12The heroically smug smile on Reedtos' face vanished all at once midway through this statement, between it being said that Sparkspike had been "crushed" and it being said in no uncertain terms that he was dead, and was replaced by a rather blank, disbelieving look, though again, his expressions could barely be seen through the veil that was his visor."What?! That's not possible! You're lying!"…This highly cliched reaction in no way resembled that of Reedtos. He was not the kind who would outright deny one's death for longer than a few shocked seconds in any but the most sudden and implausible–se
The White Demon白鬼The White DemonI am the beast that dreams of Heaven,The beast that destroys the wicked.My sworn duty is to defend the fallen angelAnd return her to her home. I know not inner peace, Nor true faith. All I know is the answers to my prayersReside within her heart.I am the White DemonAnd if you should prevent me fromProtecting her,You shall feel my blade.
After the End Ch 3: WestwoodDennis sat propped up against the counter, staring blankly at the floor. He hadn’t slept at all, or at least he didn’t think he did. He certainly didn’t feel like he had slept. He was exhausted. Yet he didn’t find himself nodding off or yawning at all. He just sat there, staring at nothing. Someone snapped their fingers and Dennis shook his head before looking up. Eric was standing over him, grinning at the convict amusedly.“Rise and shine dude,” He said as he tossed Dennis the shotgun then continued walking towards the front door. “You and me are scouting the town.” Dennis remained si
After the End Ch 2: Into the FireDennis stood with the family that had just rescued him from the prison, looking out at the landscape as it was slowly being covered with all manner of monsters. Slowly he walked around the side of the silver van and across the abandoned road to the other side. He stood there alone, a light breeze brushing over him, and watched in silence. The family watched awkwardly a few moments before Eric stepped forward and spoke. “They started opening three weeks ago.” He explained. “The monsters haven’t stopped coming through since. Philadelphia’s been overrun… we’ve been on the road trying to stay alive
TG Anime Girls from Another World - Part 5Anime Girls from Another WorldPart 5-----It didn’t take long for streams of braids to show up in my hair. I got a couple glimpses from the window but Allison kept turning me back. The brushing itself was very nice. Like scratching an itch in a slow and relaxing way. I started to get a little drowsy just from the flowing motion of the brush but my eyes darted wide when I heard the bathroom door open at the end of the hall.Lissa. She had to be a Kinrae too. And she was about to come around the corner and show herself. I took a deep breath. Allison kept prodding my hair. I glanced at the hallway and looked down as far as I could se
After the End Ch 1: Out of the Frying Pan...Dennis Pearson was sitting at an old wooden table in the library, reading a rather ragged looking book. He was wearing an orange jumpsuit, the number 0214781 printed in black over the left side of his chest. As he sat there reading quietly a correctional officer passed the door, twirling his nightstick and whistling. As he noticed Dennis he stopped in his tracks and stepped inside the library. As he approached the inmate he put away the nightstick.“Pearson!” He declared jubilantly as he pulled up a chair to sit opposite him. “What the hell are you doing here?”“Just catching up on some reading,” Denni
A Robot's WishDance with meDance with meDance with mePlease?I am dirtyAnd dusty And oiled withGrease.My cogs are clumsyMy heart filled withInk.I am slow andDumb-wittedIt takes long toThink.But this I know,I know it quite well-And that is...You are more than My simple workingsYou are made of Roses.You are made of the sunAnd the moon.Celestial bodies dance inYour Eyes.You are much betterThan a trophy,Or a prize.I also know this-now don't get me wrong-With you I am happy.This feeling's quiteStrong.You are my friend,I don't wish it was more.Of thee I implore-Be my friend back,And I will be joyful.For I am clumsy,And you act with suchEase.So...Dance with meDance with meDance with mePlease?
Afterlife: The Same Coin “Ready to go?” the older woman asked, walking onto the landing pad. She stopped beside the younger woman, who until recently had been one of her subordinates. “Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess,” the younger replied with a sigh and resignation in her voice. “I suppose I should be grateful they let me stay as long as they did.” “You should. They need everyone they can get right now, and I had to call in a very serious favour to get you extra time with us here,” the older said with a grin wrinkling her cheeks. “I just think I can do more good here,” the younger tried to
SHIFTER (Chapter One)It all started when the phone rang. Katrina swiftly turned her head towards the old fashioned telephone and quickly grabbed it to bring it to her ear. She was expecting this call. She hesitated and pulled the phone away from her face for a moment. She finally got a grip and brought the phone back up. "Who is this?" she asked, knowing the answer."You know exactly who this is." replied a Russian deep, gruff voice. "If you want to make some cash, you will meet us in Katz's Deli at 1:00 tomorrow. My V.P. and I will be wearing all black and we'll have cases full of cash. We're looking forward to doing business with you." He hung up.Katrina sla
THE HAPPY ISLAND PART 1 - CHAPTER 1The Happy Island Part 1 - Chapter 1EVA Part ITime: 8:00 AMDate: Thursday, 31st May 2038Season: SummerSchedule for this Morning:Wake UpPersonal HygieneBreakfastWork.These words, spoken in a Monotone Voice from the Personal Computer System ringed throughEva's ears immediately waking her up. She didn't mind being woken up at such an early time. Shethought of sleep as a process of recharging ones Biological Battery and, therefore 8:00 AM was areasonable time for her to get up and get ready for work. Her Battery would be full enough for herto go through the day.Opening her weary eyes, she was greeted by the Automated Morning
Anime Girls from Another World TG - Part 4Anime Girls from Another WorldPart 4-----The next few weeks went surprisingly quickly. I expected to be on pins and needles with tension about the countdown to the imitation devices but little distractions helped and also presented new tensions as well. Plus I had plenty of stuff to focus on in my other classes. I also discretely made sure my other professors were informed about my Kinrae-related class and what was going to happen.Lissa took me home soon after we looked through her photo album. Once home, Allison leapt on me with wide eyes and excited questions. I told him the gist. He gave a little smile whenever I mentioned Quilla’s n
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