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The Shot Of A Gun :.Chapter 1.: "Alesana!" a ruff voice thundered into my dream, "get up! It's time to get out of here!" My eyes instantly snapped open, and lept out of bed, and grabbed my satchel full of hunting supplies. I raced out to the parking lot, where my dad was packing up all his equipment. "Do you have everything, son?" He asked dryly. I opened the small satchel, and revealed on the inside was- my pistol, which I had stolen from a cop a week earlier, gun cartridges full of rocksalt. Salt, Gooferdust, and my lighter. Something was missing. "Dad!" I yelped, "I forgot something!" I rushed into the dusty hotel room. A small flask full of holy water was laying next to the pillow of my bed. I grabbed it, stuffed it into my satchel, silently looked for any other equipment left in the room, and left.
My father was waiting outside next to our black truck, well, it wasn't really our truck. Since my dad's
Darkness IS Magic *Prolouge*"Fluttershy!" The small orange filly yelped as she leapt to rescue her falling friend. Fluttershy was falling at greater speed than the fillies wings could fly. A strong wind pushed the filly right of Fluttershy. No, The filly thought, I must rescue Fluttershy, no matter what it costs! She flapped her tiny wings harder, nothing helped. Her right wing cringed, then seared with pain. What's going on?! The fillies mind thought frantically. She looked over, her right wing was tearing itself up! She could see the red liquid seeping from her wing onto her feathers. The wind pushed harder now, the filly began to get dizzy. Uhh... What... is.... Fluttershy.. The fillies thoughts were interrupted; her body had crashed into the Everfree Forest!
She awoke to a strange being sniffing her mane, it was a menacing creature, with a row of sharp teeth. a long snout, and yellow eyes gleamed at her hungrily. The young filly screeched as she ran from the creature. Once she was out of the trees, and away f
HOW TO MAKE A GOOD BFDI OC (IN MY OPINION.)Hola. I think this journal was well needed. I've seen enough terrible BFDI OCs, and I wanna put a stop to it. So without further ado,
HOW TO MAKE YOUR BFDI NOT LOOK LIKE IT WAS MADE BY A 6-YEAR-OLD.
AKA: How to make a good object OC.
1.This is vital. Your character needs a trait that no one else has.
This is big IMO. Your character needs a special trait made specifically for THEM. A good example is Bubble from BFDI. Hers is that she pops easily. Or maybe icicle from OU. She can freeze things. It has to do with the object, though, so not like have a water bottle and have him be able to barf rainbows or something.
2. Avoid Cliches.
Also vital. I am SICK of seeing people that are filled with cliches. I understand that it's hard coming up with a character, but you can't just waltz on and say, "My OC is nice to everyone and just wants to have fun and he's kinda athletic" or something like that.
AAAND NOW, LUNARNARWHAL'S TOP
Name: Anya Patton
Age: 15 Years
Shirt Symbol: a cloud
Strife Specibus Weapon: Umbrellakind
-> Umbrella combined with a roulette wheel
How Modus Works: "Based upon the nervewracking game of manipulating precariously-placed blocks, this Modus uses eighteen captchalogue cards, which are dark blue and violet. When the Modus is selected, it spawns a Jenga tower made of 54 Captchalogue Blocks (54 being the number of blocks in a standard Jenga tower). Each item, when captchalogued, is assigned to three random blocks in the tower. To retrieve an item, its three blocks must be removed. When an attempt is made to retreive a specific item, its blocks are highlighted. If the tower is toppled, all items assigned to completely toppled trios of blocks will be ejected. This system appears to be extremely unwieldy, due to the likely difficult
Please Don't Leave Me "It's after midnight," Eddy said casually to Bobby who lay beside him on the bed while Eddy sat up on his laptop.
"Mhm, I'm glad you can read a clock, Eddy," Bobby said with a grin, his arms folded comfortably behind his head.
"Do you know what today is?"
"Tuesday?" the thief asked after a hum. "Do we have something to do today? I thought we weren't heading out until Friday?"
Since they'd finished their job in their current town, it wouldn't be long before they cleared out of their hotel room and hopped a plane to their next destination.
"No, it's not that!" Eddy laughed, turning to Bobby who was moving to prop himself up on his elbows, looking at Eddy with his head tilted. "You really don't know?"
"Like you said, it's after midnight. I'm tired, my brain doesn't work as well when I'm tired." Bobby said, trying to keep a straight face as he gave Eddy his horribly lame excuse.
PMD-U Team Melting Pot Official Written AppRESEARCHERS GUILD: Team Melting Pot
Date Joined: 9/30/13
Current Funds: 6 St
-Characteristic: Somewhat vain
Gender: Male Age: 26
Ability: Immunity- Is heavily resistant almost to the point of being fully immune to most toxins and is not easily poisoned by any stretch of the imagination.
Strength: 2 Agility: 3
Intelligence: 2 Charisma: 4 (2+2)
Total Points Left: 1/10
Type Bonus: Normal -> Charisma
Hone Claws- He scrapes his claws together to make them cut better, although this does not allow him to cut small trees sadly.
He tends to do this between his strikes with his claws, making his claws progressively more and more potent.
Shadow Claw- He manifests his feelings of anger/grief into his cla
Prelude: King Ryan vs. King Lief
Dan: A king. A man like a god, immortal and all too mortal at the same time. Perhaps no figure in history can compare to the wealth and glory of a good, wise king.
Lacie: Sometimes, there are.. odd kings. They arrive and they claim the throne for their own purposes. Some claim it to battle a greater evil.
Dan: Some are the greater evil. On tonight's episode of Death Battle, we see two of the most different yet similar kings face off in a final duel.
Lacie: Trust me, you're gonna see some stuff.
Dan: King Lief, Deltora's Hero and the slayer of the Shadow Lord.
Lacie: King Ryan, better known as BM Vagabond, and The Mad King.
Dan: Yes, Lief from Deltora Quest is fighting Ryan from Achievement Hunter. Lacie's the worst, y'know?
Lacie: Wait, weren't we doing Aeon vs. V-
Dan: I swear if I have to see another black-clad philosophical movie I am packing my bags and beating up Young, I have had it.
All About SamanthaGeneral Information
First Name: Samantha
Middle Name: Zariah
Nicknames: Sam, Sammy
Code Name: Nekomancer (Alter-ego), Kittymeowton (SoT)
Race: Caucasian/ Japanese
Species: Human Neko (cat shapeshifter)
Birthday: February 17th
Star Sign: Aquarius
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Nationality: American/ Japanese
Languages: Japanese, English
Skin Tone: Slightly tanned
Height: About 4'5"
Weight: 82 lbs
Blood Type: O-
Face Shape: Rounded
Hair Colour: Red
Hair Length: Long
Hair Style: Down
Eye Shape: Asian (though I don't draw it like that >.>;; )
Eye Colour: Aqua green
Body Shape: Average but with a pudgy belly
Waist: Slimish, pudgy belly?
Breast Size/Chest :
The Secret Weapon: Part 5Only after a few hours, almost every Skylander was wounded, bleeding; defeated. All that was left was Spyro and Grim Creeper. Sabrina then jolts out of the arena, roaring loudly as the purple and gold dragon came into view. Spyro sneered. "Wha - ?! A evilized night fury!? This can be quite troublesome!" Sabrina roared, lunging towards Spyro flinging him to the left, damaging him greatly as his back hits a wall. "Sabrina... Stop this... Now.." The fury froze hearing the familiar voice, soon jerking her head back to face the speaker; Grim Creeper. "Did you come to join me, or perish?!" She snarled, snapping her jaws slightly. "That's just it Sabrina, I won't join the forces of evil, but your letting it control you!" Sabrina narrowed her eyes and roars, charging towards her lover. With great haste Grim Creeper dodged and grabs a hold of her collar; allowing him to climb upon her back. "Grrr! Get off!" Sabrina jerked around, before running and stopping with a sudden
The Secret Weapon: Part 3Sabrina then struck down at the blue gremlin-like skylander, ripping off the straps to his bag of potions from her back, but also wounding his shoulders; leaving behind three claw marks that begun to bleed. Fryno growled, "Hey! You Unholy Offspring of Death and Lightning!" Sabrina had landed on all fours and looks to where she heard Fryno shout, as soon as she looked Fryno charged towards her. Sabrina hisses and quickly jumps out of the way, pinning down Pop Fizz to the ground; her pupils slit; she lets out a menacing roar. Fryno rammed his horn into a wall and quickly pulls it out, looking to the evilized fury. "You have to defeat me before you do anything to him!" Fryno then punches his metal fists onto the ground, heating himself up, making his metal fists and horn catch on fire; after that he runs towards Sabrina in a fit of rage. Sabrina roars, charging up a pinkish-redish plasma blast in her mouth; the same color of the crystal-like spikes upon her back. She then releases the pla
The Derp Games I settled into the tree I had found earlier that day, and fell asleep in it. The next morning, I noticed an owl had its eyes locked on me. 'That's weird' I thought, 'owls are nocturnal' So I grabbed my sword and threw it at the bird. It fell to the ground without struggling. 'Hm...suspicious' I walked over the the owl. It was an artic snowy owl. Whats that doing in the forest! I picked it up and looked at it. The eyes were still trained on me. I soon realized the owls eyes were focusing and unfocusing. It was a camera! I put it on a branch and yelled at it "HEY WORLD! MY NAMES SURGETIC MONSTER!" then smashed the living crud out of the camera. A few days later, I was killed by some guy named Bob,.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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