"Vast" Wasteland

Ben woke up to the sound of shouting. "Again?" he thought to himself as he rose up and grabbed his stone sword, which was still unweildy, even for Ben's strong build. He also grabbed a leather chestpiece and strapped it on as quickly as he could.

He exited the barracks building and stepped out onto the hulking, sandy shell of the land turtle they were riding. Ben looked to his left and saw his friend Lucas battling a Vashti with a stone warhammer.

"Hurry up and join the fight! There's enough for both of us!" yelled Lucas as he side-stepped out of the way of a hammer strike that cracked the ground.

Ben sprang to Lucas, and narrowly dodged the swipe of the Vashti's warhammer. While the Vashti was recovering from its misplaced strike, Ben cut into it's torso with his stone sword, killing it outright.

"That's the only good thing about these weapons" Ben said, "They kill easy"

"More coming up on the side!" yelled a crewman from the right side of the land turtle.

Ben and Lucas both raced to the right side, and a few Vashti hopped out of the sand and onto the turtle.

"I got the left two! You get the right two!" yelled Lucas as he pulled out a shortsword made of iron.

"He's pulling out the metal eh?" Ben said as he pulled out his silver shortsword that glistened in the desert sun.

The two Vashti werent very agile, as they both couldnt dodge Ben's blows as he hacked at them.

"Vashti are ugly little creatures" yelled Ben

"Damn right they are! Overgrown lizards if you ask me" said Lucas as he pulled his sword out of the last Vashti's chest.

The conflict was mainly over after they killed those reinforcements, so Ben and Lucas went and talked to the Captain.

"Sir, that was the 3rd one this week, how do they keep finding us?"

"They can smell the metal boys, they're getting desperate now" said Captain Telk.

"So I'm assuming they'll be coming back for a round two?" asked Lucas.

"Most likely son" said the Captain.

"This is almost as hard as we had it in Bishland sir, damn that wizard for teleporting us here" said Ben.

"Damn him? You're the best damn thing we've had going for us in awhile!" said the Captain, "But hurry off and get the normal duties done, we have a very important day tomorrow"

"Would you sooner let someone's life-fire fade out? Or give yours freely?"

Those were the words that Jahil told me before I left for the midland. I didn't take it into consideration as I was a gun-for-hire. I took many lives, many MANY lives in my time around the wastes. But now? I read those words everyday when I wake up. Maybe it was the time that I almost got caught by those Mandeli thugs out by Velmont. Maybe it was when that kid got in my way as I was leaving Halgat and damn near killed him.

I don't know. But maybe you can figure it out. Here is my story.





Decent opening for a short story eh ;D

Your own Obituary

“What the hell?” Jack thought to himself as he read the article.

“Jack Falorn, 22, died last Thursday due to unknown circumstances”

He put down the newspaper, and whipped out his cell phone.

“I’m getting to the bottom of this bullshit” he said as he dialed the newspaper’s number.

After a few rings he was connected with an operator.

"Hello, my name is Thomas, how may I help you?"

“Hey, my name is Jack Falorn, and you put an obituary in your newspaper of my death, but like, I’m not dead, and its my picture and everything in the paper”

There were a few moments of silence, then the operator responded with “Oh my sir, we are very sorry to hear that, that article was meant for next Friday’s paper” and then the line went dead.

Vakarian Backstory

Vakarian rushed to the aid of the queen when he was called upon. Always. But this time something was different. His head felt fuzzy as he ran out to fight the exterminator battlemages, but he continued on. He was a protector drone; the best of the drones in his hive. He may have been about the size of a small child, but he could take hits as if he were made of steel.

The battlemages had started raining fire on the hive, and Vakarian was there to meet them. His tough exterior made the spells splash off of him, and he continued walking towards the mages to attack them with his mandibles. He managed to get 2 wizards before his head felt like it was going to explode from the pain. His queen was telling him to run, that it was over for the hive. The searing pain forced its way into Vakarian's body, and he fled. Now he travels, looking for a new queen to call his own.

That was my DnD backstory for a bug character I made in like 15 minutes. It sucks lol.

Poems bro

The darkness rekindles his curious spirit

Wishfully he takes each stride farther

Into the deep dark that is the night

And in that moment, he is truly home

I watch with unwavering eyes

Fleeting from face to face

I try to make up their story

To say why they are here, now

But in the end, I’m always left thinking

“To others, what’s my story?”

Your eyes begin to sway

Their lids coming down, with no sign of stopping

You black out, but only for a moment

And when you arrive, you can do anything

Everything is so fluid and real

But when you awake, it fades away in an instant

A dying city, with the decaying population

No pride in their work, only working on their pride

None wish to live here, they all want to leave

And I had the good fortune to be born here

But I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.

Their words, I glare at

Their advances, I repel

Their attempts, I block

You alone, I defend

If I stop, that means I don’t love you.

The memories, they wont fade away that quickly

The good times we had together

But I’m slowly getting better at forgetting all those times

It is finally time to create new ones instead

I look below me, but I see nothing

In the dark abyss, I hear no sound

That is what worries me the most

For when I finally touch what is below me, I will already be doomed

Nobody can see me anymore, but I prefer it this way

To be unseen is a blessing in a blessing

I don’t want their damning eyes on me

But I want to see what happens, behind those closed doors

Each one has a reason for being written, well, more like they are all about something specific. The 1st is about the night, the last is about being invisible. Anyways, sorry for the lack of updates, hope you enjoy these faggy poems I wrote :D

I made a movie with my friends

Its jank, but it's getting uploaded Monday or Tuesday, and I will definitively post a link here as soon as its in! :D

"The Beginning of the Past"

Ralk was eating supper when the mortar hit, causing the wall to his house to crumble down, and sending Ralk flying backwards.

"What sorcery is this!?" he yelled as he leaped up, grabbing his longsword in the process.

He exited his home through the newly-fashioned hole in it and saw the rest of his small town getting hit by shells. As he looked around he saw other homes blown apart, with people getting sent every which way with each blast.

Prognar run up to Ralk and yelled "Quick Ralk! With me! We are formulating a counterattack!"

Ralk ran with Prognar, while saying "What is this madness!?"

Prognar was puzzled himself, and replied "It seems the gods are angry with us!" as he was running.

They came up to the village center where a group of warriors were gathered, restless and eager for their leader to order them to attack. Prognar and Ralk joined the group, and their leader began speaking.

"We must fight, brothers!" he yelled as he thrust his sword into the air, "For Odiiiiiiiiiin!"

At that signal everyone ran toward the woods where the mysterious enemy lied in wait. Mortars were still exploding everywhere, men and beast alike were getting blown away, yet they continued onward. Seven of Eight iron clad warriors stepped out of the forest; silent, still, unmoving. The mortars were still picking off the warriors, with one exploding to Prognar's right, blowing him and Ralk backwards.

Ralk couldnt hear anything as he got up, and was dizzy as well. He stumbled over to Prognar, who was torn in half. He reached down and grabbed Prognar's necklace, snapped it off and holding it in his fist. He looked at one of the iron clad men, raised his sword above his head, and began his charge.

The man raised a weapon and popped off two rounds into Ralk's chest, but that didn't slow his frenzy down at all. With a mighty yell he closed the gap between them and sent his sword down with the most force he could muster. His sword came down, and Ralk felt as the blade cracked with a satisfying chink. Ralk looked in horror as his sword simply bounced off of the man's shoulder, and was punched in the face by the mans right hand, knocking Ralk down.

The iron man walked up to Ralk and said "Resilient little fuckers"

Ralk was fading in and out of consciousnesses at that point, and opened his eyes to see the warriors' weapon aimed at his face. A single shot went off. The war for the past had begun.

Creative Juices are flowing again

Expect some good shit to be written soon guise :D

Borrowin stuffs'

I'd love to play Battlefield 3 right now, but my fucking idiot friend borrowed my xbox and hasnt returned it yet.

"The Escape"

The cars of the Black Serpents were much faster than the beat-up pickup truck that Erik was riding in. Erik tried tying a tourniquet around his arm to help with stopping the blood coming out of his elbow, but the knot was rather lose. Tuel and Ramer both had their guns trained on the Black Serpent's cars that were getting closer by the second. It was going to get messy.

"Erik! We're gonna need your help on this one!" yelled Tuel.

Erik was drowsy from the blood loss, but still managed to talk, and muttered out "I gotcha! I'll do what I can!"

He propped his rifle out of the window, aimed at the waste to his right. Tuel and Ramer both already started firing on the cars, which were covered in sheet metal.

"The cars! How many?" shouted Neva as he was crusing along the road.

"I count 5!" yelled Ramer from the bed of the truck and he was popping off some shots.

Suddenly, as they were firing on the cars, they started firing back. All but one had a man leaning out of the window firing at the truck. Bullets were flying in every direction.

Erik leaned out of his window and fired a few shots backwards, but his left arm gave in and he dropped the rifle.

"Fuck! I dropped my gun!" yelled Erik

Neva reached down and pulled his gun up, handing it to Erik.

"Don't you drop this one Mumbasa" he said.

Erik picked up the gun and set it on the door looking out, waiting for a car to come up on their right. Tuel and Ramer were still in a firefight with the cars behind them.

Tuel managed to pop one of the gunners, only after firing off at least 2 magazines. Ramer was hitting the car closest to them, but his bullets grazed off like nothing. The closest car gunner was firing wildly, and managed to hit Ramer in the right shoulder. Ramer cried out in pain as he dropped his gun. Tuel instantly started firing on that car and killed that gunner too. The Black Serpent fell out of the window, and the car grinded to a halt.

"I think they're done!" yelled Tuel as he looked out and all 5 cars had stopped.

"But now they know where we're going!" cried Ramer as he was still clutching his shoulder.

Neva spoke up, and said "It does not matter! Next time, we shall be ready for them!"



Sorry it takes so long to post these things D: I've just been swamped, and need more creative ideas to put in the story

"Into Ironfield"

The five volunteers were given a beat-up old truck to drive to Ironfield, and Neva was chosen to drive it.

"Oi! This hunk of junk is not worth driving in!" Neva shouted as he stepped in.

"It's the only think we got man!" said Erik as he hopped into the bed of the truck with 2 of the other volunteers.

"What're your names eh?" asked Erik as he sat down.

"I'm Tuel, and this is my brother Ramer, we were picked up outside of Yaltos a month or two ago. The guy in front is Collin, a cousin of ours"

"Well, I'm Erik from Kingcaster, and that fellow driving is Neva, from Norstead"

Neva shouted up from the front seat "Oi Mumbasa! I hear you speak my name! I hope only good things are coming from your mouth!"

Erik yelled up to Neva "You don't gotta say that everytime I say your name Neva! You know I love you man!"

"I know, I know!" wailed Neva in his thick African accent, "I love you too Mumbasa!"


The air was cool and crisp as it was early morning, and they set out towards Ironfield. The road was rocky and rough, but the pickup truck took it nicely. They continued aways down that road until they parked the car and set out on foot.

"Why are we walking?" asked Tuel.

"We dont want to alert anyone that we're here" Erick said, "This MIGHT be Black Serpent territory, but I'd rather not take my chances"

The group went one by one, ducking and diving behind anything that could be used as cover making their way towards Ironfield.

After doing this for quite some time, Ramer asked "What about when we find the supplies? How're we getting it back to the truck?"

Neva spoke up, saying "If we find the supplies and nobody is there, then we'll just back the truck up to the supplies and pick it up!"

Erik was point man, leading the group from piece of cover to piece of cover silently. He stopped behind a stone barricade outside of Ironfield and stopped suddenly.

"Shh" Erik hissed, "Look up there real quick, I see two guys walking around the sign into town"

Tuel and Ramer both looked at each other with shocked faces, and both asked Erik the same thing ; "Are they Black Serpents? or Infected?"

Erik peeped his head over the barricade again, then ducked down quickly.

"Definitely Black Serpents"

Collin's face looked pale, and Neva asked if he was alright, only to get a reply of "I think I'm gonna throw up..."

Collin let out whatever was currently in his stomach out with a loud "Ughhh" following it. The Patrols looked toward the stone barricade, and they sent one of the guards to check it out, with the other covering him from a left position.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit" whispered Erik to himself. He looked back at Tuel, Collins, Ramer, and Neva and said "Alright, when that guy gets here, I want you to take him out Neva, I'll pop out and take out the other guard"

Neva readied his rifle at the top of the barricade, but was loose enough to swivel to either side just incase he decided to come around the barricade. A few moments passed before a curious shrouded figure's head popped over the barricade, only to be promptly shot off. Erik locked onto the other patrol and pulled the trigger a few times. The guard dropped, but not before popping off a few shots of his own, hitting the stone wall next to Erik's face.

"Get up!" shouted Erik, and everyone got up immediatly.

They looked out towards Ironfield, and saw at least 12 figures moving towards them, all armed to the teeth.

"Oh fuck! We're fucked, we're fucked! I'm getting the hell out've here!" shouted Collins as he ran towards the truck. He managed to make it about 25 feet before he got blasted in the back by a sniper rifle.

"Sniper!" yelled Tuel.

"We gotta get back to the truck!" screamed Erik, "You two go! Me and Neva will cover you!"

Tuel and Ramer ran from their cover, and Erik + Neva laid down suppressing fire for them. Both of the brothers managed to make it back to about 75% of the way to the truck.

"We're coming now!" yelled Erik, as him and Neva got up and ran to the brothers.

A few shots sailed by Neva, and Erik ran as fast as he could to the cover where the brothers were. Both of them mantled over the barricade, but Erik was grazed by a stray bullet in his left arm.

"Fuck!" he yelled in pain as he grasped his elbow.

"Fight through the pain Mumbasa!" said Neva encouragingly.

"We have to make it to the truck!" said Ramer.

"One final dash?" asked Tuel.

"One final run!" said Erik as he got up.

All four of them ran to the truck with bullets flying everywhere. Every once in awhile one of the four would turn around and fire blindly, just to distract their enemies. They made it to the car, and Neva started it up relatively easily. Ramer and Tuel hopped into the bed of the truck while Erik went to the passenger's seat. Neva popped it into drive and drove back towards the convoy.

"Are they gone?" yelled Neva to the brothers.

The brothers both looked out towards Ironfield and saw dust coming up from its city limits.

"No..." they said in unison, "They're coming after us!"

"Meeting Adjourned"

CONTINUATION OF "ON THE WAY TO WHITEICON"

As they traveled down the lonesome strip of road going eastward to Whiteicon; the front car radioed to every care to stop. Each car slowly crawled to halt, and everyone got out and went to the front.

"What's everyone doing?" asked Dybala

Erik opened the back hatch so Dybala could get out easier and said "Meeting up front, gotta be quick about it"

Dybala grudgingly climbed out of the truck and made his way to the front with Erik, who stood by Neva and Neil, facing the bad of the front car. A man was standing out on the top of the car and was speaking aloud to the group.

"Everyone! We are running low of supplies! I'm sending out a team to retrieve food from Ironfield! The group is to get in, and get out quickly! The rest of us are to keep moving forward towards Whiteicon! They will catch up, do not worry brothers!" yelled the man, who had a certain charisma to him.

"We need volunteers for the mission! Anyone who is capable can go!" screamed the man on the car.

Erik raised his hand immediatly, and yelled up "I'll go!"

Neva was 2nd, who instantly threw his hand up and said "Wherever Mumbasa go! I go!"

Three other men joined in too, and the man on the car motioned them to come to the front to recieve something. They all went to the car and the man pulled out several magazine's for their weapons, handing them each two.

The man spoke softly to those five only, and said "Ironfield has been rumored to be a Black Serpent's base, be careful, all of you"

After that, the man sent them all back, and yelled "Meeting adjourned! Let's get back on track to Whiteicon!"

Erik walked to Dybala, and Dybala asked him "What did he give you?"
"Just some ammo and advice"
"Well, what kind of advice?"
"Just that Ironfield might be Black Serpent's land"
"Black Serpent?"
"They must've had you very  in Havenvale didnt they?"

Dybala had a quizzical look on his face and said "Yes, but what ARE the Black Serpents?"

Erik looked out north, toward Ironfield, and said "They're a group of raiders. Cannibals actually. Usually you give those guys a wide berth, but we need the food, so we're going in"

"Are you scared?" asked Dybala, wide-eyed at the fact that it sounded like a suicide mission.

"Of course" Erik said as his eyes passed over the metal rich ground north, "Of course..."

"The Letter"

He was already running home when his dad started calling him, he reached into his pocket and pressed the green "send" button.

"Where are you at?" asked his father
"I'm by the park"
"Alright, well I'm waiting on the porch for you"

Truth be told, he wasnt by the park at all, he was all the way down the street. He just left his girlfriend's house and ran home as fast as he could, because he told his dad he left 20 minutes earlier than he really did. He checked his phone really quickly, "Damnit, it's 10:17" he thought to himself as he was still jogging.

He slowed down as he hit the bend towards his house. He didnt want to be exhausted as he approached his house. He walked into the yard and saw his dad sitting on the porch, beer in hand.

"What's up" said the kid
"Nothing much son, how about you have a seat real quick though"

The kid sat down, and his dad asked him a question.

"Son, what do you really think of me?"

The kid started tearing up and said "Dad, I think you're a dick..."

The dad spoke up and said "Well son, thats what I tho-"

"But you're the most respected person in my life", the kid had tears falling down his face "and when you wrote me that letter when I was away, I couldnt even get four lines in without losin' it"

The dad was awestruck. The kid got up and walked inside, rounded the corner to his room, pulled out his notebook with the letter, and carefully removed the letter from its case.

He walked out to his father again and handed him the letter, "This is the most valuable thing in my life" he said.

His father stood up and grabbed the letter, he read the first few lines and looked up at his son.

"I love you son, never forget that"

"I love you too Dad, I love you too"



BITCHES DONT KNOW THIS IS A TRUE STORY, NO FICTION HERE.

STEVE JOBS IS DEAD

Too bad I'm late to the party ;_;

"On the way to Whiteicon"

The old man looked up at Erik and asked "How does it feel son? To pull the trigger?"

Erik looked at him plainly and said "It feels terrible, even if they're infected, they were people once, they cared for their brothers, their neighbors, their sons, whatever. It's just..." he paused "I had to pull the trigger on my own parents." Erik started to sob, "I tried to save them, I really did damnit! I was just too late..they were across town, I lost my fucking brother trying to reach them, only to come face to face with two husks that only wore the face of my parents...I'm suprised that I had the guts to pull the trigger..I cried after it was done too...cried and cried and cried...I didnt even notice the infected coming in through the front door that I left open...I had to pull the trigger again and again...I almost pulled it on myself..but then Neva found me. He busted into my house with Neil and Amie and cleared the infected out quick...now here I am, pulling the trigger day in and day out"

Neva shouted up from the driver's seat "Oi Mumbasa! I hear you speak of my name! I hope only good things are coming from your mouth!"

Erik patted the top of the car, "Of course Neva, just tellin' Old Man Dybala my story"

Neva laughed "Oh yes! Tell him how I blew that one zombies brain clear from it's shoulders! That part is the part I love!"

Erik looked at Old Man Dybala and said "Neva likes to brag about how good he is at killing infected, but really, he did save my life, and I offered to be his gunner in return, better than nothing"

"I see" said Old Man Dybala, what of Neil and Amie? Are they here too?"

"Well...one of them is" said Erik as he looked out to the side of the road "We lost Amie a ways back, around Havenvale" Erik paused "We lost her getting people like you"

"Like..me?" said Old Man Dybala

"Sick..old...broken down" said Erik "She died to save you"

Old Man Dybala looked at his arm, which was broken in several spots, and had a crudely made cast around it and said "But I'm a doctor...I can HELP you"

"You cant help shit in your condition" said Erik, "I lost a friend over you, and over the others who are pretty much dead weight"

Old Man Dybala was speechless, his exasperated look piercing Erik's very soul.

"Look...I-I'm sorry for your loss, and..I'll make it up to you, in this life or the next" said Old Man Dybala as he stared at his arm, which was encased in unmovable plaster.

"Show me with actions, dont tell me with words" Erik said as he looked around at the fields of debris.

"Oi! Why is no more story being said?" said Neva as he was changing the clutch to a lower gear.

"Story time's over Neva" said Erik

"That is very sad news indeed, maybe some other time you can tell him of the story of Cleric!"

"Yeah, but that'll have to wait" Erik said as he saw something moving in the debris fields.

"Stop the car Neva!" he yelled as he stood up and flicked the safety off on his rifle.

He took aim, but whatever he was looking at was moving too fast from cover to cover in the field.

"Call cars stop!" he yelled into his radio, and all of the cars grinded to a halt.

"This better be good Erik" said the front driver.

Erik raised his rifle and looked down his scope and popped off a shot at the creature, missing it and hitting a metal scrap pile to its right. The creature jumped out from behind the cover, and Erik's eyes grew huge, and his heart skipped a beat. He looked out, and he saw a golden retriever, scared out of its mind

"What do you see Erik!?" said Neva from the driver's seat, trying to catch a glimpse at the thing from his position"

"It's...it's a fucking dog Neva" said Erik

"A dog?! They were the first infected by the virus! how is it still alive?" said Old Man Dybala, "You have to go catch it!"

Erik instantly hopped out of the car, but still held his rifle in his right hand just incase. He walked towards the dog, but it darted out, then Erik ran after it too.

Erik looked back and saw the lights of the cars get smaller and smaller as he kept running, but he stopped short as he looked over a hill, and saw at least 50 infected roaming around. Their gapping jaws looked at Erik with a hunger unknown to the human race, and they all started running at Erik.

"Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh SHIIIIIIIIIT!" yelled Erik as he was running back to the convoy firing backwards when he could.

He snatched up his radio and yelled into it "Get the damn convoy rolling! Fast! We got at least 50 coming after me! I'll hop into my truck! Just go!"

Neva's voice came over the radio "You hurry up and run fast to the truck Mumbasa! We have no waiting time for you!"

Erik sprinted through the debris field and hopped into the truck, but an infected was right behind him and grabbed his leg. Erik kicked back, but the hand was still gripped tightly around his ankle, when suddenly, a sharp bang was heard, and the grip loosened. Erik climbed into the bed of the truck and was face to face with old Man Dybala, a smoking pistol in his left hand.

"I told you I'd help you sometime" said old Man Dybala as he popped off two more shots

"Hah, didnt think it'd be that quick" said Erik as he let loose with his rifle.

Neva was racing down the road, as was the convoy now, and after about 20 minutes there were no traces of infected following them.

"Sorry about that front car, how much farther to Whiteicon?"

"You're lucky we didnt lose anyone Erik, but about 150 miles" said the operator

"How far have we traveled so far?"

"About 12 miles" said the operator

"Greattttttt" said Erik as he laid his head on the side of the bed of the truck as it went casually down the road.

http://psychfreakerz.blogspot.com/ << That nigga helped me create characters with his comment on my last story :D

"A long road ahead"

He raised his rifle at the woman and yelled "Halt! Or I'll shoot!"

The woman just kept walking along towards the convoy, moving to get out of the way of the blackish debris that littered the side of the road. She was wearing a a holed-up t-shirt and some denim jeans with one hand behind her back. The lead car grinded to a halt as the woman kept coming closer.

"If you do not stop, I will fucking blow you away ma'am!" he yelled from bed of a pickup truck.

The woman kept walking towards the front car, swaying from side to side, still moving around torn pieces of melted metal and bits of broken down cars that laid on the side of the road.

"Final warning! Stop and let us pass or I WILL kill you!"

The woman was advancing at a slightly increased pace now, slightly under a jog.

"God damnit" said the man as he flipped the safety off, "Why isnt anyone human anymore?"

He looked down his sights and popped off 3 shots in rapid succession, 2 hitting the woman, and the last missing her because she was falling down.

She rolled down before trying to get back up again, and the man put 2 right in her back as she tried stepping up. She fell again, but this time she remained down.

"I hate doing that..." said the man as he flicked the switch back to safety.

"She's down" he radioed in to the lead car.

"Gotcha, moving on up" said the front car's driver.

The front car started moving again, and the man sat down in the bed of the pickup.

"Another one?" said the old man in the bed of the truck.
"Yup, a woman this time too" said the rifleman.
"More and more each day it seems"
"Yeah, and I'm the one forced to pull the trigger"
"Its for the survival of us!"
"But they're people too!"
"They WERE people! They're infected now! The only way for us to survive is to make it to Whiteicon then we're doomed!"
"What if Whiteicon is already razed? Then what?"
"Do not talk of such things! Whiteicon is still operating!"

The man looked out into the vast wastes and muttered to himself "Whiteicon better be up, or else we're done for"


Do you guys like this premise for a story? It seems like I could continue it somehow :D

"Well, it's all over now"

Chris was ducking and diving between houses and sheds, trying to stay hidden. He'd been traveling for several days, and just barely made it into the suburbs of Columbus. Chris had to move slowly, but at the same time he couldn't barricade himself in a house for more than a day or so, or else he'd get cornered.

He'd cautiously peek out from behind garage doors when he couldn't hear anything, but that was rare. Silence was rare. He'd always hear the shuffling feet or the grotesque moans of agony from the creatures in the streets. He called them "creatures" because that's what they were, mindless monsters, no longer human in any way besides looks, and even that was a long shot. He'd usually have to distract them with loud noises of some kind, which is why he carried a set of tiny wrenches with him. Small wrenches make a lot of noise hitting concrete streets.

All he really carried were those wrenches, a ton of canned food, a pistol with one clip, and a nice big red wrench for hitting stuff. He actually adapted well to the world he was living in now, surrounded by dull husks who's only need in life was to feed, which actually sort of delighted Chris, seeing himself as the sole survivor of humanity's purger, a living legend.

Of course, no one was around to see Chris' life, but he didn't mind, he liked the noise, yet silence of the things that were in every home, sewer, and street.

He peek out from behind a fence to look into the backyard, "Sweet, nothing in here" he thought to himself as he hopped the fence.

He went up to the back door and peeked in, he saw a figure bobbing about in the kitchen.

"Hopefully that's the only one" he thought to himself as he readied his wrench and opened the back door. He tried to make the least amount of noise as possible as he snuck up on his helpless victim, who appeared to be a middle aged woman. He held the wrench like a baseball bat and gave one mighty swing, hitting the thing in its head. The blow gave out a satisfying crunch as the figure went sailing to the ground motionless. Chris started walking past it when it grabbed his leg. He quickly let his wrench fly into the creature's head again, and again, and again.

"Fucking hate when they touch me" said Chris to himself.

Chris heard banging on the front door, and the side door, and on the windows. He panicked and ran upstairs, locking himself in a room and putting a dresser up against the door to keep it from breaking.

"I made way too much noise..." he whispered to himself as he pulled out his pistol.

He heard the thump of feet going up the stairs at this point, which procedded to go into every room but his.

Then he heard it.

Creepily, he heard a faint moan from the opposite side of the door, "Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeereeeeee", which was followed by loud bangs on the door.

Impuslively he fired a few shots into the door, maybe getting a zombie or two before he realized that he needed that last bullet for himself.

Before he put the gun up to his head he looked out the window, which faced the front of the house, and was horrified as he saw troves of zombies around the house now, or at least on their way to the house.

He put the gun up to his head and said one final message for deadened ears to hear, "Well, it's all over now".

He pulled the trigger and fell to the floor.

"Alpha"

He took aim, looked down his sights, and fired a single shot. His shoulder absorbed the recoil, and he smiled at the aftermath of his bullets trail. He pulled up his radio and whispered into it "Zulos is down"

"Copy that Alpha" said the operator on the other line.

Alpha looked out onto the complex. He saw masked figures running around inside from the window that he had just shattered. He liked the look of hopelessness as they scrambled about aimlessly, trying to locate him. Alpha was lying down on his stomach, then he looked to his right and saw 2 M-77 Velico planes coming toward the complex.

"Those guys are totally fucked" whispered Alpha as his eyes widened.

The 2 M-77's dropped bombs right onto the complex, completely obliterating it.

Alpha looked out onto the building, which was on fire, as was everything around the building.

He said to himself "Kinda makes me feel like my job is useless, but hey, its pay and practice"

He watched the embers burn for an hour or two, then the chopper came and picked him up. Alpha had a cross look on his face since the chopper usually didnt take that long to pick him up from small-time missions like this. As he stepped onto the chopper he was met with the gaudy face of Lieutenant Mersereau.

"We have another assignment for you" said Lt. Mersereau sternly
"Oh yeah sir?" replied Alpha
"Yes, and it'll redoubtably be your biggest assignment yet"
"Tell me about it then, sir"
"You are to assassinate this man" said Lt. Mersereau as he handed Alpha a few pictures.
"You can easily see him from this location" Lt. Mersereau said as he pulled out a map, "He'll be giving a speech at the Moore tonight, so I want you to take him out"
"Will do sir" said Alpha

They made it into the city, and dropped off Alpha at the spot he was told about.

"Everyone will know this day Alpha, don't fuck up" said Lt. Mersereau as the chopper left Alpha on the building.

"Everyone knows everyday I kill someone..." said Alpha as he propped up his rifle onto the ledge.

Alpha looked out and saw the man giving the speech at the Moore. He lowered his heart rate and cut his breathing. He looked down his scope and readied his aim. He took one, clean shot at the man.

The shot sailed downwards, but still managed to strike the man in his lower back, effectively killing him.

"Target is down" radioed Alpha

"You've just killed the President" said the operator, "Welcome to the Revolution"

"Below the 1st Floor"

CONTINUED FROM "Into the Deep Dark"

As they descended into the lower levels of the caverns, the party was looking at two tunnels, one to their left, and one to their right.

"I'll take the left with Amiele and Kyras" said Santo

"And I shall take the right with Boothead" said Allan

Santo strode carefully left, as the saw several doors on their left and right. They tried to open them all, but to no avail. 

"The doors are too thick to break through" said Santo as he tried to beat down a door with his mace.

"Let's just continue onward" Kyras said.

They continued down the hallway until it opened out into a large room. At the end of this room a giant golem statue was blocking the way down.

"SPEAK THE PASSWORD" was all the creature said.

Santo looked over to Amiele and Kyras and whispered "Password? What the hell kind of a password could this golem want?"

Suddenly, the giant golem's eyes flashed, and the necklaces that warded the skeletons dissolved on the parties necks. 

"Let's get out of here!" yelled Amiele as all three of them raced back the way they came.

They came back to the staircase and decided to go to the right tunnel this time.

Eventually they came to another section of doors, and Santo immediately threw himself, and his mace, into the door.

The door was rotting away, so Santo flew into the room, and almost fell into a giant hole in the ground. Kyras luckily caught Santo before he could fall into the pit.

"Whats down there?" asked Santo

"Let's find out" said Kyras as he tossed his torch down.

After about 15 or so feet they saw a stream, and the torch went out after hitting the water.

"Looks like we're swimming" said Santo.

"You can swim, I'll keep watch" said Kyras.

"Suit yourself" said Santo as he descended on a grappling hook into the water below.

Santo and Amiele swam down the little stream until in emptied into a grate, at which point they could stand. A jewel encrusted door was slightly behind a fenced in area with a huge lock on a gate. 

Santo immediately started banging on the lock, which was smashed almost effortlessly.

Two stone guards turned toward Santo and Amiele, who quickly readied themselves for combat.

Santo went into a blind rage and blew off one of the guards' stone heads, while Amiele merely chipped part of the stonework off. The other stone guard swung at Amiele and clipped her in her chest, then Santo retaliated by hitting the statue so hard that it toppled over, crumbling.

Their eyes lit up as they saw the jeweled door, and they both raced to it with a knife in hand to pry out all of the precious stones.

About halfway through the jewels, they heard a small creature yelp, but they didnt pay any mind to it, for it was a small creature, about the size of a cat.

Their hearts sank as they heard six statues heavy bases coming down the stairs in a rythemic fashion. Santo pushed open the door to see a mighty treasure room adorned by coins, valuables, and armor.

Amiele yelled at Santo "We spent fifteen minutes prying out the gems of a treasure rooms door!?"

"It appears so" said Santo.

Both raced into the treasure room, searching frantically for a place to hide....

TO BE CONTINUEDDDDDDD

"I need it bad!"

Brad texted Tyler "I need it bad doooooood"

Tyler replied quickly "I got your damn charger, I'm on my way"

So, as usual, Brad went to his computer and started his routine, checking facebook, email, that whole thing, when suddenly he heard the opening of his back screen door.

He rushed up to the door and quickly swung it open while saying "Man! I've been waiting for you for fo-" he stopped short as he heard the gun pointed at his face click.

A grizzly old man walked over Brad's body, looking around the house for valuables, and mumbled to himself "I guess he really did want it that bad"



I realize that this story was short as fuck, but it came into my mind after my friend wouldn't shut the fuck up about getting his charger, and wondered what would happen if he opened the door and it wasnt me standing at the other side.

Not a story, but I still think you should read this

I hate it when I follow someone, or comment on their blog, and then they fade from existence.

Look, I know that you're not making 1927317203 dollars right off the bat, but that's not the point. I find that I enjoy posting stories and shit, and I feel good when I see that other people enjoy them too, and it saddens me to see half of the people I follow just leave to never blog again. Plus, blogging lets you meet some interestin' characters with blogs you legitimately enjoy! Timothy Bowden for example, he's badass. And Dalf? He's one helluva artist. Also, Hadistic Plumber is badasstoo! I would not have met any of them if it were not for bloggin' bout my dumb shit stories (That I like writing)

So to those of you that check back everytime I post a story, thank you! I love you all <3 and try my best to do the same to you!

"Trust Issue"

Alexis walked up to the handyman in a seductive stride, "Heyyy" was all she said as she neared him.

"Hello miss" replied the handyman, who pulled up on his scuffed up work uniform.

"Do you mind helping with something in my room...?" said Alexis.

The handyman eagerly hopped up from his painting job and went into the room with the girl. Alexis pinned him to the bed and started to kiss him.

The man easily gave into her, and she started to remove his clothes. After she got his shirt up she looked at him. The man's face lit up as he looked into a gaping maw of razor sharp teeth grinning at him. The girl bit into his neck and quickly silenced the man, and was slowly eating away at him.

"I should really stop going through all this trouble to get one of these" said the monster, "But hey, I LOVE seeing the looks on their faces"

The monster turned into the handyman, picked up his wallet, and started on its way to the handyman's house.

Saw "30 Minutes or Less"

I give it a 6.5-7 out of 10. It was funny and stuff, but the ending was just...there. It's hard to explain until you see the movie yourself. Sorry if I havent been keeping up on this sthit like I KNOW I should, but school is taking up a big portion of my time nowadays. Anyways, if you like comedies, maybe look into this more, but if you're looking for a real story, then pass this one on by.

Well, my friend is sleeping right next to me

On the couch, and he's just telling me to shut the hell up every time I try to wake him up.

That sucks don't it?

Also, I'm working on a story, so you guy'll see it as soon as it gets done, hope to see you doods soon! :D

"The Secrets of the World"

Jimmy just sort of blanked out during his Economics class. He had enough sleep the night before, he eat a good breakfast, but he just sort of...passed out. He slept through the entire 2 1/2 hour lecture too, and he only woke when someone smacked his desk with a heavy book.

"Wake up Mr. Pondnie" said the professor

"Huh? Wha-"

"You slept through my entire lecture today, and missed the assignment"

"Well, could you uh...tell me the assignment Mr. Atkins?"

Mr. Atkins sighed, and walked to his desk area, "Follow me Mr. Pondie" was all he said.

Jimmy followed him and stood behind him as he opened his desk.

"Do you wish to know everything?"


Jimmy looked at his professor confusedly "What?"

"I can show you how everything in this world works, what everyone has ever done, everything that ever will be, do you wish to know?"

"Uh.." Jimmy puttered off, "Yeah! I do want to know!"

Mr. Atkins pulled up a key, a shiny metal key. Simple really, like one that you use to open an old cellar door. He pointed it at Jimmy and acted like he shot Jimmy with the key. Jimmy instantly fell to the ground, clutching his head at his ears, writhing in pain. After awhile Jimmy stopped grabbing his head and stood straight up.

"I know...everything" he said calmly

"Everything there ever was, and everything there shall ever be Mr. Pondie"

"How do you...manage this?"

"I do not, I only know that this unlocks the inner sanctum of your mind, revealing everything about anything ever, I dare not tempt myself with this power, but you, you seem like you could put it to good use"

Jimmy looked at his palms, everything turned into a blur, he looked at Mr. Atkins, who pulled his fist back, and then promptly punched Jimmy in the face. Jimmy fell hard, and was knocked out cold.

Jimmy woke up after a heavy book hit his desk.

"Sleeping in my class again Mr. Pondie?" asked Mr. Atkins

Jimmy moved up and looked at his professor with weary eyes.

"Have fun out there" was all Mr. Atkins said as he walked back to his desk.

Jimmy walked out of the class and everything began to...unravel. He looked out and he knew what he needed to do.

"This power.." Jimmy said, "I know what I must do."

ARMY OF DARKNESS

Do you see this movie poster right here? You fucking better, unless you're blind, in which case this is being read to you. BUT THIS IS MOTHERFUCKING ARMY OF DARKNESS. Have you seen this movie before? No? You dont know SHIT about movies then. So before I continue, how about you plop your ass down, order this movie from Netflix (Thats right, you might have to move your fingers a bit to watch this masterpiece, tough luck asshole) and literally stare at the ceiling until this bad motherfucker right here arrives at your fucking doorstep in 2-3 business days.

Once you get this DVD right here, you can precede to masturbate furiously at the very thought of watching this. It is an honor, no, a PRIVILEGE for this movie to even be at your house. You might even want to be careful putting this thing into your DVD player, simply because there are hundred's of injuries every day from DVD players EXPLODING ON CONTACT WITH THIS MOVIE. Its that fucking awesome.

IF A.) Your DVD player didnt explode, and B.) You yourself did not explode from merely touching this movie, prepare your eyeballs, which WILL melt from your skull once this motherfucker starts.

Hopefully after the first five minutes your eyeballs arent nothing more than mush, and thus you can actually watch your movie. BUT WAIT, THERES MORE! If you are a male, prepare for uncontrollable spontaneous ejaculations from every fiber of your dick. Seriously, you could impregnate that hot chick down the street with how much semen comes outta your penis from simplying looking at the screen blankly while this movie is playing. If you survive this ordeal, and fully watch this movie without dying, you get to choose any mate you want, for forever. Seriously, I got bitches lined up for days cause of this movie, it makes you that badass.

Basically, go get this fucking movie right now.

"The Ice Golem"

Frixx looked up at the mountain with an unsure face.

"It looks quite...big...and cold." said Frixx as he pulled his robe closer to himself.

He had traveled over a week to get to the mountain, and that was through at least 2 entirely hostile regions. First was the Jalmangor, home of the half-giants, and second was Vatryn, home of the Nomadic Ken-sha. Both were extremely deadly when encountered alone outside of their homes, but in their homeland? It takes quite a bit of magic to get through there safe, but Frixx managed to do it.

Frixx started the trek up the mountain, which was unbelievably steep, but it didnt matter to Frixx. All he had to do was smack his boots with his staff and he could get a grip on any stone, no matter how steep.

He climbed up for a good hour or two before he decided to take a break. He took off his backpack and pulled out a few pieces of bread.

"This sure is tiring..."Frixx mumbled as he looked at his feet, which were sore, even with the help of magic to ease the pain. He ended up dozing off for an hour or so, and was rather rudely awakened by a man with a balaclava over his mouth.

"Get up" said the man

"Okay! Okay!" said Frixx, "What do you want?"

"Gimme all of your valuables, or else I'll throw you off of my mountain"

"I really advise you just leave, and forget I ever was here"

"Oi! I am the one makin' the offers here"

"This is your last chance friend..." said Frixx

"HA, I'm not gonna let some little punk demand that I lea-"

The bandit was cut off as Frixx moved his hand toward the man slightly, and the man dropped.

Frixx walked over to the man and looked into his eyes, the only part of the bandits body that could move, and said to him "I'm awfully sorry I have to do this, but I did warn you"

Frixx touched the bandits chest and ripped off his shirt. He made a gesture as if he was grabbing something from the bandit's chest, and a pale haze of smoke erupted from the bandit's heart. Frixx grabbed it, pulled it in, and then absorbed it into his own body.

"I told you..." Frixx said as he started to trek up the mountain again "I told you to just leave"

After a few hours Frixx made it to the top of the mountain. A throne sat atop the summit with a large warrior encased in ice sitting in it. Frixx took off his robe to unveil a machine-like chest cavity filled with cogs and gears. He twisted a knob and he started emitting a long, pale smoke trail. He grabbed his staff and stuck it into the ground and twisted it, the ice began to crack, and the warrior burst out of the ice, and stood up, back straight.

"Impressive" said Frixx.

The pale haze touched the warrior, and it's eyes lit up with a red hue.

Frixx fell on the ground as the last of the smoke left his chest.

The warrior started moving, and then said "This body...." as he started to descend the mountain, "It is mine"

"Into the deep dark"

This is a continuation of "The Beginning of a Long Journey Home"

Santo strode up to a group of guardsmen and asked where the leader of the group was, and the guardsmen pointed him to an elaborate tent over in the corner of the field. Santo walked there, and looked to his left, only to see a ditch with about 5-6 corpses in it, all presumably adventurers who also tried to secure the dungeon and failed.

He walked up to the leader, a small man, at least to Santo, and said "Are you the leader of this camp?"

"Yes I am"

"What needs to be done"

"I am willing to pay anyone a substantial amount of gold if they can clear this dungeon and secure a definite safe route to its treasure room"

"How do you know that it has treasure in it?"

"Well, this is an old fortress you see, and similar ones have been found in the past, all holding large amounts of rare items"

"How do you know it has not been looted?"

"Because immediatly upon entering, skeleton guards attack"

"Very well"

Santo then walked off to grab a drink from a merchant in the camp. After he grabbed a waterskin, he saw a few men around the camp. One man had a patch over his eye and a shortsword, another had on a funny looking spiked helmet, but one caught Santo's eye; a man with a black set of armor who looked rather intimidating. Santo walked up to the man and asked for his name.

"You do not seem like these other mercenaries" said Santo, "You dont look...pathetic"

"I'll take that as a compliment, but you'd best hold your tongue next time" said the man

"Ha! We have a mouth on this one!" said Santo, "Look over there" as Santo pointed to the ditch, "That is our fate if we go in alone, would you like to join me? We shall split the gold reward"

"A modest proposal, I...accept." said the man, "And my name is Kyras"

"I am Santo"

"Well, let me finish preparing, then we can head inside" said Kyras as he walked away

Santo sat down by some trees and dozed off, only to be awoken by Kyras kicking his leg.

"Wake up Santo, I found more adventurers" said Kyras

"Why did you grab more adve-" said Santo before he was cut off.

"I want to live through this, and the more people we hav, the better off we are" said Kyras, then he pointed to a small female dwarf  "This is Lady Amile", then to elven monk "This is Allen Pryce" and finally to a man with a boot on his head "This is...boothead..."

"Why do you have a boot on your head?"

"Because my name is boothead...or maybe because I have a boot on my head, my name is boothead, I forget which entirely" said Boothead

"Err...alrightttttt" said Santo

"Are we all ready?" said Allen

"We should probably seek out a mage for counseling" said Kyras, who looked over his shoulder to a witch with a cauldron.

"I shall do speak to her!" said boothead as he ran off to talk to the witch

Boothead introduced himself as he usually did, "Hello! I am boothead, wearer of shoes!"

"I am Momaya" said the witch plainly, disregarding Bootheads stupidity

"What advice can you give to us, oh wise Momaya?" Said Boothead

"Well, all I know it that the skeletons, are somehow controlled" said the witch

"Well then! I shall be on my way!" yelled Boothead as he happily strode back to the group.

"What did she say?" asked Kyras

"The skelly's are being controlled by something!" said Boothead as he started walking to the entrance

"Well, we might as well get going" said Santo as everyone walked into the mouth of the dungeon.

It was unbelievably dark in the cave, but luckily most of the party had low-light vision, except Santo, who was blind as a bat.

"I cannot see my own hands! said Santo

Allen Pryce looked through his bag and pulled out a little necklace and said "This will cast light, just dont drop it"

Santo took the necklace and instantly the cave lit up so he could see.

Allen had taken off his monk robes and put on a set of leather armor decorated with knives and dagger.

"You are no monk!" yelled Santo

"You are quick to catch on my friend!" said Allen, "I am a rogue, thief, pickpocket, whatever you may like to call me"

"Just do not attempt to thieve from me if you would like to live" said Santo.

The party continued down the caven until they reached a solid stone floor, elegantly crafted with elaborate designs in the stonework. They saw a door on their right, which Santo tried to open, but it was locked.

"Its locked?" said Allen, "This is my type of j-" was all he could say before Santo broke the door down with his mace.

"I have no need for your lock picks when I have my weapon in hand" said Santo.

They looked into the room and quickly searched it, finding nothing of value, they continued down the hallway. They saw a giant door on their right, which Santo immediately tried to bash in, but to no avail.

"Typical brute..." mumbled Allen.

Off in the distance they heard a shuffling of bone on stone.

"Ready your weapons!" shouted Kyras

Everyone drew their weapons, with the exception of Boothead, who readied his mind for a skull-crushing force kick attack. A single skeleton appeared out of the shadows, its gaping jaw wide open as it dragged its crude weapon, a rusty scimitar. Santo rushed the skeleton and smacked its shield with his mace, denting it. Kyras then slashed at the skeleton, cutting off its left arm, which was holding the shield. Next, Allen threw a dagger, which missed completely. Finally, Boothead let out a psyonic kick that shattered the damaged skeleton.

Santo searched the remains and found a necklace, which he stashed in his pocket. The group continued along the hallway, trying to open any and every door they came across.

Upon opening a door, they peeked inside to see eight skeletons patrolling an area. They all turned around, silently closed the door, and set a trap that would alert the party if the skeletons left the room.

They continued along the corridor until Allen told the party to stop.

"I see something ahead" said Allen as he readied his dagger.

Up ahead there was a skeleton that was facing away from the party, unmoving. Allen started sneaking up on the skeleton, which was still not moving. He got literally a foot away from the skeleton when suddenly its head quickly twisted and locked onto Allen, which surprised even him, and the skeleton made a quick slash with his sword, cutting Allen's stomach. Allen slurched back in pain as Santo ran up on the skeleton and knocked its head off in a fit of rage.

"It was a sentienal" said Amile

"I noticed" cried Allen in pain

"I got it, I got it" said Amile as she touched the stomach wound and it magically sealed itself up.

The party continued down the hallway (It was very long) and eventually came to a set of stairs leading down.

"I shall lead" said Santo proudly, as the party descended to the 2nd floor.

TO BE CONTINUED

ALSO, THIS IS PRETTY MUCH WHAT HAPPENED IN OUR DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS GROUP. Hope you enjoyed it [:

"Now You See Me"

James looked out of his window and saw the man peeking from behind the tree.

"He still out there" he whispered to himself as he was shaking like a leaf.

Jason paced his room several times, still thinking about the man staring at his window.

"He's been there for more than a day now!" said James as he was walking around his bedroom, "He just wont leave! I've called the cops, but they wont help me at all!"

James sat down and decided to open up a book to try and calm his nerves. He fiddled around with "Open Arms" before getting anxious and throwing the book aside, then grabbed "The Art of War" before quickly tiring of that too. He jumped up out of his bed and ran to the window, but made sure not to have his head visible. He quickly peeked out of his blinds, and didn't see a trace of the man.

"Oh thank go-" James was saying until he caught a glimpse of something moving in his peripheral vision.

"Do not turn around" said the man as James heard the clicking of a gun.

"You will do exactly as I say, or else I will kill you"

James was shaking harder than ever, trembling at every word the man spoke.

"I want you to leave your house right now"

James tried to open the door, but it was jammed.

"I-It wont budge!" yelled James as he tried pulling on the knob.

"Then break it down" said the man

James picked up a chair from the desk in the corner and bashed the door in with it, and stepped through the hole in the oak. James walked down the hallway at the man's request, where he met another door, heavier than the last one.

"I cant break this one!" he said as he was bashing the chair on the door to no avail.

"Use the windows" said the man

James broke the windows and managed to squeeze out quickly, and tried to make a run for it.

"DONT YOU FUCKING MOVE ONE MORE STEP" yelled the man, and James instantly locked up.

"We're going for a little walk" said the man.

James walked down a few blocks, and every few minutes the man would tell him to not look so nervous.

"Stop looking around so much"
"I put the gun away, so its not like anyone will think I really have one on me"
"Don't you dare call for help, or else I blow both of you away"

They eventually made it to a corner-store called "Lemur's" where the man stopped James.

"Look in the bin next to the store, there is a gun, grab it and rob the store"

James reluctantly scurried off to get the gun, and went into the store as casually as he could.

"Hey man" he said to the cleck, "Do you see anyone on those cameras outside?"

The clerk looked at the cameras but didnt see anyone.

"Err Nob-" was all the clerk said before he had a .45 point right as his nose.

"I'm sorry man, but there's this guy and he sa-" James stopped as he looked out the store window and he saw the man shake his head as if to say "Don't tell him about me"

"..J-Just gimme all your cash!" yelled James, and the clerk immediately started laying out 100s on the table for James, pretty slowly.

James picked up the stacks and left in a hurry, but as he got outside he saw an entire police squadron parked around the store.

"PUT DOWN YOUR WEAPON SIR" said a police officer on a megaphone

James looked back to where the man was and yelled "There's a man over there threatening to kill me if I didnt do what he said!"

The police asked him to lower his weapon again, and James complied. An officer quickly came up and handcuffed him. James saw the officers search around the dead end that the man was hiding in, but didnt find anyone.

As James was being put into the squad car, he over heard one of the officer's talking on him mic, saying "Valley Mental? We have one of your patients in our custody, he robbed a store and blamed in on an invisible man, we're taking him downtown right away"           

"Secrets and Those Who Keep Them"

He walked into the bar on the space station. It was a small rig, but it'd do. He just got done wrapping up some business in the Golart system and he needed a couple drinks, just to let himself unwind from all the stress.

He walked up to the bar, pulled up a stool, and said to the barkeep "Grab me the strongest drink you got"

A man sitting on his left motioned over and said "You sure you can handle the strongest they got? I've heard its caused people twice your size to go blind in 2 shots"

"I'll be fine" said the man as the bartender pulled up a shot-glass and poured some strange yellow liquid into it.

"That'll be 4 and a half credits sir" said the bartender.

The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a 100 credit slab and slapped in on the table, "Keep the rest as a tip" was all the man said.

The man who advised him to not drink the strongest the bar had walked over and pulled up a chair.

"Whats your story man?" said the fellow, "Nobody rolls in here tipping that big unless they're either rich, or dying"

"Well friend, I am neither" said the man, "I tend to just, be generous when need be"

"Respectable man, respectable. So whats your name guy?"

"My name is Tyler Ponten" said the man.

"Well, my name's Leif, Leif Valk" said the fellow next to him.

"So son, what makes you come up to a guy like me and try to start a conversation?" said Tyler coldly.

"I'm just friendly I guess!" said Leif.

"Well, Mr. Valk, I am in the mood to open myself up to someone, because, quite frankly, I havent had a..err.. Heart to heart with anyone in a long, long time" said Tyler.

"I'm all ears" said Leif

"So it all began in 2344 when I was born on a ranch not too far from here, out on the Olfan belt." said Tyler, "I was a rascal, hah, I would always pick pockets in the market and steal cattle and such, but it was a fun life, I really enjoyed it"

"Well, did you ever get caught?" asked Leif

"Many times!" laughed Tyler, "One time I got caught on the Saltom's ranch, and oooooooh we did he beat me good! He bloodied me up so bad that I came back a few nights later and killed him! Killed his wholeeeee family"

"That's...uh...wow" said Leif

"Yup. I had to go into hiding after that. Ended up sailing out of the Olfan belt, into the Fadren cluster where I was pretty much a gun-for-hire" said Tyler "That...now that was some nasty business. I killed at least 14 people, men mostly, but I accidentally crushed this one kid, really felt bad for the fella, but there was nothin I could do for him, seein' as I was escaping from the guards at that point, so I couldnt even look back, or else I would've been dead too!"

Leif tried to get out of his chair, but Tyler pulled him down and said "You best not get out of your seat son, if you know whats best for ya'"

Leif reluctantly sat down and continued listening to Tyler's stories.

"Where was I?" questioned Tyler, "Oh yes! I left that planet fast, hah, fast as fast can be. Ended up goin to a little asteroid where a farm was, ended up killin' the folks there too. Seemed like I got addicted to the killin', it was the only way I could make money"

Leif looked at Tyler's face, which still had a smile on it.

"Then I traveled around, eventually did enough jobs to buy a craft, and now I'm here at this bar talking to you!" said Tyler, and he continuted by saying "Well Mr. Valk, now that I told you all of this, I trust you with my entire life story, or at least the bits I did tell you about"

"Yes...yessir" said Leif, who was practically shaking.

"Now, you better not tell anyone ya hear?" said Tyler

"I won't tell a soul Mister! I swear!" squeaked Leif

"Good" said Tyler, "And I dont intend to let you tell a soul either" he said as he pulled out a pistol and shot Leif Valk dead at the bar.

As he started walking out of the bar he looked at the bartender and said "Three men will keep a secret when the other two are dead" as he shot the barkeep dead on the spot.

He walked to his ship and he mumbled to himself, "That Leif kid was real nice" as he shut the cockpit to his vehicle and sped off.

"The Beginning of A Long Journey Home"

Santo walked out of his village and headed north. North was hell. Only the bravest of the barbarians would even dare to venture up to the village of Kajet, home of the half-giants, but Santo was ready. To him, it was practically a coming-of-age ritiual, seeing as as he just turned 20 in the month of the moon. He packed his supplies and headed out, unaware of the journey he would soon be taking.

He left his village early in the morning, hoping to get the most out of his day. His backpack was heavy, at least to a normal person it was heavy, but to Santo is was merely a feather on his back. He walked along the river for what seemed like hours, stopping here and there to snack on some berries or to attempt to catch some fish.

That was when he saw "him". As Santo neared a bend in the river, he saw a man in black robes looking over a dead bear. Santo hid behind some trees but continued watching. What Santo saw horrified him. The man in black robes started chanting, and the bones of the bear began to start ripping out of its body. After the bones were out, they reanimated into a skeletal bear of sorts.

Santo yelled "Hey!" to the man in black robes, who looked immediatly at him and sent the skeleton bear at Santo.

Santo pulled out his mace and struck the rushing bear right in the head, cracking the skull. The bear dove, and skidded across the ground, disorientated from the blow. Santo took this opportunity to hit the bear again and again, until the skull was shattered, and the bear ceased moving.

Santo looked at the man, who looked back at him, and the man started clapping.

"Very well done barbarian" said the man in black, "You made quick work of my new minion, too bad he didnt have time to become comfortable, or else you would've probably lost that battle"

"Enough of your words evil mage!" shouted Santo, "I know of your dark magic!"

"You may know of it, but you do not...understand it" hissed the man in black robes.

Santo broke into a rage, running madly at the wizard and swinging his mace with all of his might. Santo missed, but not because the mage dodged it per-se, but because he teleported out of the way of his swing.

"You barbarians are so...predictable" said the man in black as he froze Santo in place

He walked ever so carefully towards him and looked him right in the eye. He removed his hood to reveal a tattoo on his face of a triangle, and a tattoo on his neck that said "Meftan", he had a goatee and a scar on his right cheek, but his bright blue eyes, they pierced into Santo's very soul.

"I see great potential in you barbarian" huffed the wizard, "I shall see you again in the future...but next time, try not to disappoint"

The wizard moved his hands in unconceivable ways, and Santo felt the very fabric of space and time start to rip. He felt his body morph and change, and he was falling. He fell right into a tree right outside of a tiny village and ended up losing consciousness.

He awoke several hours later to someone stabbing him with a stick.

"Stop that!" he yelled as he looked up and saw a little boy

The little boy turned around and ran as fast as he could to the village, and Santo followed. He was stopped by a few guardsmen at the entrance of the village and was asked to state his business.

"I do not know why I am here" was all Santo said.

"Ehh?" said the guard, "Nobody comes this way for no reason mate, by the looks of ya' I'd imagine you'd be one of them mercenary types who came to clear out the dungeon not to far away"

"What...dungeon" said Santo

"The one in the ad" said the guard as he grabbed a note in his pocket, showing it to Santo

"Why would I go there" said Santo plainly

"Well ya' said you dont know why you're here right? Maybe someone there will recognize ya' Idunno, but ya aint gettin in here until you can prove you aint gonna cause a mess, had too many brutes wonder in here and get drunk and piss off the locals" said the guardsman.

Santo sighed, then said "If I clear out the dungeon, will you let me in the village?"

"Sure thing champ" said the guard

"Then I shall return soon" said Santo as he walked off towards the dungeon.

He arrived at the camp and saw at least 10 guards, a witch, and other men of various nature and races.

"What did I get into..." sighed Santo as he walked into the camp, knowing that this wasnt going to be simple.




Thats all for right now.

That was actually the backstory for my character for Dungeons and Dragons, and I'll continue the story of Santo and other people tomorrow, until then though, hoped you liked the read! :D

"Maybe next time, just maybe"

He looked into his mirror silently in the dim lit bathroom. The dura-steel floors were cold to the touch, and he didnt have anything on his feet. He walked to his room and opened the drawer.

"What do I want to wear today..?" he mumbled to himself

"Maybe...this?" He said as he picked up a green jacket "Orrrrr, maybe THIS" he spoke as he lifted up a nice black vest into the air.

It didn't really matter what he wore, and he damn well knew it. But still, he liked to believe he had SOME choice left in his appearence, to believe he had some sort of freedom.

He waited in his room for well over an hour, anxious as to when he'd be called up.

Even after he'd done this at least a dozen times, he still got butterflies in his stomach every time someone came and knocked on his door, or called his phone. It started out as a hobby, a hobby he actually stumbled upon when he was just a broke bum living on the side of back alleys.

He wasnt very talented at first, but he quickly became skilled at his craft, which is why he was paid handsomely for his work, and applauded for his workmanship. But as each check got bigger, the tasks got harder.

He was beaten, bloodied, and bruised by the end of last weeks job. He made a full recovery, but it still made him hesitate answering whether or not he would go to work next week.

As he thought about his past jobs, there was a knock on his door. His heart literally skipped a beat as he raced towards the door.

He pounced on the little scope that let him see who was knocking and asked "Who is it?" is his scraggly voice.

"Are you Mr. Valorn? I'm Edgar Bard wi-"

Valorn pushed the door open and it hit Edgar, stopping him mid-sentence.

"I know who you're with! Let's get on with it!" screeched Valorn

"Well, err...Mr. Valorn, its pretty straight forward" said Edgar as they both walked down the hallway

"It's never straightforward" huffed Valorn, "What are his weaknesses? Strengths? Tell me boy!"

"Well, err, sir, it seems like he..he has no weaknesses" squeaked Edgar

"Well I guess I'll just have to blast some "weaknessess" in him myself"

As he said that, he punched the wall on his left side, and part of the hallway opened up, revealing stairs going down.

"Follow me Mr. Bard" said Valorn as he stode down the stairs.

They walked down at least one flight of stairs and then reached the hidden bunker. As they reached the bottom they saw it. A huge glass case around an elegantly crafted suit of armor. Blue streaks ran down the sides, and on the forearms of the wearer.

"Help me put it on Mr. Bard" said Valorn calmly as he punched a key-combonation into the lock on the case.

The case opened with a satisfying hiss, and the aroma of shiny metal being powered by a blue energy crystal was mezmorizing. Edgar helped Valorn into the armor, which gave the man an intimidatingly awesome look.

"It's time to go Mr. Bard" Valorn said though his helmet as he picked up a rifle.

"Yes sir, Mr. Valorn" said Edgar Bard as he punched in a code into his wristwatch.

Both he, and Valorn were teleported into a room with only one door.

Valorn looked over to Edgar and said "I thank you for helping me get on my armor, Mr Bard"

"Er...Anytime sir" squealed Edgar as he ran off, and seemingly floated up into the ceiling.

Valorn took a few steps toward the door. He hesitated for a second, it seemed like he was listening for something, like he expected something.

Suddenly, a fist blasted though the wall behind Valorn and he hopped out of the way just in time, for the hand kept coming and smacked the opposite wall. The fist hit the wall with a satisfying thump, and it quickly got reeled back into its wielder's hand

"I ASK FOR AN ENEMY AND THEY GIVE ME A LITTLE MAN?" shouted the mechanic warrior.

"You got more than an enemy here, friend" said Valorn as he lifted up his rifle and started blasting away.

The bullets just bounced off of the creatures chest, harmlessly hitting the ground and skipping along as they went.

"IT IS NO USE PUNY MAN" shouted the machine.

Valorn was cornerned as the warrior kept advancing. Valorn quickly ducked and rolled underneath the machine and slapped a grenade to the underside of both of the bots legs. With a satifsying explosion the bots legs blew off, and it resembled a daddy long legs that had its own legs removed, it was just a shaking ball of metal.

Valorn walked up to it and shot the energy core in its back. He was then teleported back to his room.

"Thats 14 battles" he said to himself as he sat in his chair, "14 battles and they still wont let me out"

He started drifting off into sleep.

"Maybe one day they'll let me out" he said to himself, "Maybe they'll let me keep this money and let me leave this place"

"Maybe" he said as he drifted off to sleep, "Maybe I'll be free"



What do you guys think?

I think it sucks cock personally. Shit story, shit ending.

"Maybe We're All The Same"

He was firing over the vast plains of Penxal when a cybo round caught his shoulder. He winced in pain, but his face quickly turned back to that stern, rigid look that he always seemed to carry with him. He looked over to his right and saw one of his men down.

"Another one down! Another one down! Someone get a medic down here to get em'!" he yelled.

Even with his yelling, you could tell that this was all routine for him now; and routine to him was hell to others. He snuck though the wastes of Chernboyn IV and lost a contingent of his fighters to the last remnents of the Zex Guard. He hiked the mountains of Yelmar alone, a journey that took 6 days, just to snipe a leader of some rebels that threatened the region. He fought to the last defending Jadelt from the zealot-like Mandrainion Warriors. As far as he was concerned, Pexnal was, for lack of a better term, normal.

He looked around. To his right the Delta-4 Space Marines were advancing steadily, but to his left...his left was in shambles. Broken ranks and twisted divisions were all that remained. Every few seconds a wave of Kognax mortars hit around him, be he didn't pay attention to them anymore. A man ran to his side and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Major Carek!" said the medic, "Who do you need shipped out!?"

"Him, him, and him" said Carek as he pointed to his wounded men, then returning to firing across the plains.

He never knew their names. He never wanted to. He had too many men die under his command for him to want to learn thier names, to go through the pain of loss again.

Carek looked to his left and picked up a long-wave radio.

"Okay marines, time to deploy ALMU (All Land Military Unit) units at 76' 26'', 84' 12'', and 44'30''"

"Yessir" said the voice on the other end of the radio.

Three indentical ships came down almost immediately. Each ship dropped off a huge mechanized warrior that would support, or possibly even spear-head, an assault.

The mere presence of an ALMU bot can turn the tide of battle. Carek's ordering of three ALMU bots could even be considered overkill. As soon as they were dropped off, the ALMU bots quickly turned on and sprang to life. With state-of-the-art targeting systems and a massive array of firepower, they easily turned the Pexnalian Soldiers into dust.

Carek looked out onto the field, unafraid of any sniper that may have had his sights set on him. He liked what he saw. His bots getting their jobs done, and his marines doing theirs. It was a glorious victory for Major Carek, and he knew it. Carek pushed a button on his belt, and a ship came down to pick him up. He watched as the last of the Pexnalian soldiers fell, damn proud of his boys and the work they've done.

In the conference room of "The Sycthe" Major Carek opened a communications line with Admiral Samet.

"Major, why in the HELL did you wait so long to deploy ALMU units?" huffed the Admiral

"I had to know if my marines would perform under pressure sir."

"You got 327 men killed today Carek, and 42 missing. Are you proud?"

"They died winning this battle sir, and I hope I can go out the same way" said Carek sternly.

"Then just off yourself Carek! Your nonsensical blood-lust is getting out of hand! You got good men killed today just so you could "test them out""

"Sir, with all due respect, these men are better fighters now, and I can easily rely on them when I need them. And as for the suicide advice, I will embrace death when he comes for me, but I will not invite him to dine"

Admiral Samet looked at him with a look of disgust and said "You may be one of the best Major, but that does not mean you have to elongate every land assault! We could've glassed the entire planet from orbit without losing 369 of our greatest!"

Carek looked coldly at the hologram of the Admiral and said "I know that 369 are gone, but that means many more of theirs are! Forever more shall they know the face of wrath, for it has been hewn into their minds, not by cannons, but by men. I will personally see all 369 off into the great abyss, and then I shall know their names. Only in death do we get recognized. I have nothing more to say to you Admiral."

Admiral Samet disconnected communications after that, and Carek found himself in a dark room. Carek walked over to the medbay to see his men, the deceased, off. He found the man who was shot next to him earlier, and picked up his tags.

"Pvt. Gayle Frox" Carek spoke aloud.

He put down the tags and shed a tear. It was the first time he shed a tear in a long, long time, but that night it was well deserved.


How did you guys like it? I wrote this all during a class of study hall last year, and just now got around to writing more for it.

Interested in seeing more? Post a comment if you are :D

"One New Message"

Jason got up from his bed and looked out the window, "8:30 and its already this bright?" he muttered to himself as he looked at his calender. "You gotta be kidding me, its December! The sun doesnt come up till at least 10!" he spoke out loud as he walked to the bathroom.

He took a piss like always, a daily ritiual that's gone on since time itself. He looked into the mirror and saw his frigid face, still numb from sleeping at an odd angle last night. He took a quick shower and tidied himself up.

He checked his phone, "ONE NEW MESSAGE" was all that he saw on his screen. He clicked it without thinking twice, as most people do when they get a text. "Dear Mr. Blaire, we regret to inform you that your wife passed away last night. The hemmoraging took too much out of her, our condollances go out to you"

He just stood there and looked at his phone. He couldn't believe it. Jason picked up his phone and tried to call his parents. He opened the contacts section of his phone and found that there were no contacts at all. "Wha-?" he mumbled as he looked awkwardly at his phone.

He didnt think much of it, as he would just run over to their house anyways, seeing as the news might be a shock to them too. He got into his beat up 15' Civic and rode downtown.

It took him about 15 minutes to get there, but it felt like forever. He didn't know how to tell his parents that his wife had just died. They knew she was in a car accident and that Jason was with her, but when they admitted her they said she was critical, but that she'd probably survive. He cried the whole way there. The apartments were old and raggity, but Jason's parents didnt seem to mind. Jason drug himself up the strairs, still sobbing with the news of his wife's passing. He approached the door and knocked several times. "Huh..maybe they went out for lunch" Jason told himself in the hallway. He slipped back to his car and got in it, driving off to his house.

He looked around everywhere for a number to reach his parents, but he couldn't find anything relevant. All he found were old notes  and scraps of drawings amongst his heap of papers in his office. I'll just visit later I guess.

He ended up driving to the hospital that day. He stepped up to the center desk and asked the attendent for the room of "Emily Blaire". The attendant rolled her eyes and placed a call. "Dr. Yalta, we got someone here for you" was all she said before hanging up and returning to reading her En Vogue magazine.

Dr. Yalta strode towards Jason with a smile on his face. "Good morning Mr. Blaire! How can I help you?" was all the good doctor said

"I was told my wife passed away last night here" was all Jason said, holding back tears.

"Mr. Blaire, come have a chat with me in my office" said the doctor as he lead Jason to his office.

Once inside, Dr. Yalta turned to Jason and said "Mr. Blaire, your wife has been dead for some time now, I plead you stop coming to my office to try to see her. I've tried to get you conseuling, but you always ref-"

"What did you just say?" Jason said angrily

"Your wife has been dead for 5 years Jason."

Jason looked at the doctor stupified. He didnt know what to believe. He practically ran out of the hospital and into his car. He drove home at almost 80 miles an hour. He had a huge headache, and it was driving him insane.

He finally made it home and laid his head on his pillow.

"Tomorrow" he told himself, "I'll find out what happened"

He drifted off into a deep sleep, only to find out he slept all night too.

He looked out of his window and saw that it was bright out. "Wow! Its only 830 and its this bright?" He felt his phone in his pocket and pulled it out. "ONE NEW MESSAGE" was all that it said, he opened it up and was in complete shock, all it read was "Dear Mr. Blaire, we regret to inform you that your wife passed away last night. The hemmoraging took too much out of her, our condollances go out to you". He started crying, and opened up his contacts to try to call his parents, but nobody's name was in his phone. So he headed to the car and started driving downtown.

"How am I gonna tell them my wife died?" He thought to himself.

FIN

Was it too predictable? I need advice on how to write ha, I think I could've made the ending so much more better, but didnt know exaclty how to put it.

So, I tried my hand at writing. Hope you peeps enjoy it.

Well, here it goes.


I wrote this myself.

The sand blew against his plate armor, scratching it with every grain. As he looked out he could see nothing but rolling hills of sand. He had been searching for this place for so long, and he was finally there.

He had heard stories of this place, devoid of all life, a miserable ocean of bleak nothingness, ever changing, doomed to never rest. The sun scorched the barren waste, and the only sign of life was that of the warrior.

The preparations for this journey were antagonizing. The warrior passed through jungles and mountains, valleys and hills, kingdoms of men and monsters, all for this. He was the best the world over had seen.

He walked into the stone temple, wind-stripped that it was by the hazardous winds. As he walked though the ancient halls, long empty from the looters of eons ago, he got a chill.

He entered a doorway to a large room and threw his torch into the center of it. He heard voices in his head, voices telling him to give in, that the power he would possess would rival any mortal, or even immortal, that was in this world.

The warrior brushed his glove against his chest, for he was weary. He started to sweat and his hands began to shake. All he could do was wait; wait for anything.

He picked a sigil from out of his pocket and waved it over towards the fire. The fire calmed, and quickly stopped giving off light. He felt the sands shift beneath him, and he took a step back. He couldnt see anything in the pitch black of the ancient tomb.

"Even the most revered mortal has fallen to me!" bellowed a voice in the black of the room.

"I havent yet" whispered the warrior, who threw up his sigil as it started to shine brightly.

He drew his sword, ran forward, and leaped toward the evil blackness, knowing very well that this was to be his last fight.

Blood dripped down his face, he could feel Death's cold touch; the thoughts that this was the end.

"Foolish mortal, all those of this realm who tried before you have failed: What makes you think you would fare any differently?

The warrior coughed up blood while trying to speak, but only garbled half-sentences came out.

"Your family has failed once again"

The warrior looked up, but his vision was blurry, but he could still make out what was happening; the evil was changing forms in front of his very eyes.

"Your family line has been most...intriguing" said the shadow as it turned into a silver plated knight with the warriors' family sigil on its chest.

"They never stayed the same...ever changing to try to adapt to me.." said the evil as it turned into a hooded mage with the sigil burned into his hands.

"It was always fun to defeat them...to take them.." said the vile black, as it turned into a barbarian with a hammer that showed the sigil.

"And I will take you mortal." bellowed the demon as it changed into the warrior, scars and all.

The warrior stared at an exact replica of himself. He tilted his head back, and all he did was smile. He smiled at the though of everlasting darkness.

Then everything went black.

Saw Incubus at DTE tonight

They were absolutely OKAY. The tickets were free, for me at least, and they played some decent music. BUT, I'm not a big fan of the mellow-type music that Incubus usually plays, and they also never played "The Warmth" which is one of my favorite songs by them. : /

Short sweet and to the point. I am slaking off.

Beat "Def Jam Vendetta : Fight for New York"

Nostalgia bomb. 2004, tons of underground rappers, and some big ones too. It was actually a pretty damn good fighting game, and had an okay story. I looked up the character list, and pretty much everyone is a real person, which to me is mind-blowing because I thought half of the people were just created as filler. But, me and my friends quickly found the way to beat everyone for forever. Streetfighting + Speed. It whoops everyone's ass in 1 minute flat.

I know this is short, but hey, I need to keep you all updated and stuff, cause I love ya'll :D

Started playing "Dragon Ball Z Budokai 2" again

Since my hard drive is at my friends I've resurrected the PS2 and found the gem DBZ Budokai 2. I always loved the chess piece-like game board where you move around and battle who you want when you want. But, of course, my nostalgia goggles got in the way of the gameplay. While its always cool to relive your DBZ cartoon days, I now realize that everyone plays exactly the same. PPPPE is their special, PKG is to power up, the same combos are on every character.

But I mean hey, I was like 10 when I got this game, so I didnt know any better :P

DOUBLE FEATURE "The Devil's Rejects" and "Captain America"

I'll start in order that I watched em'.

This movie right here...its intense.

Now, seeing that I surf the internet in my free time (Read: all the time), I've seen some pretty freaky shit. But just the way that this movie is makes me feel bad. Legitimately bad. Its the sequel to "House of 1000 corpses" which in itself nets it some scary points. While it can be said its a horror film, there is nothing really scary in it. Its more of a "WHAT. WHY. WHY DID HE DO THAT" type of movie.

It follows a family that kills people. Police find out it was them, shootout happens, only 2 make it out. (They pick up the Dad later) Movie basically follows them and a cop who is a vigilante (Read: Chaotic Good) as they both do crazy stuff.

SPOILERS CAUSE ITS THE ONLY WAY TO LEGIT TALK ABOUT A MOVIE AND STUFF
The ending made me happy. Legitimately happy.
I wanted them to die. I WANT EM' DEAD REAL GOOD. And I was not disappointed. :D





NOW FOR CAPTAIN AMERICA

MERICA, FUCK YEAH

Captain America. Oh how patriotic you are. Being all "AMERICA YEAHHHHHHHH" and the like.

I liked the movie. BUT it couldve used more action. Much more action really. There are some fight scenes, but when you see all the nazi bases that CA is taking out and you only see literally 3 mircoseconds of the battle, you feel cheated.

I liked it though and cant really wait until May 2012 for THE AVENGERS ASDFAKSFW:KEJ:KWA:SDF

SPOILERS CAUSE THEY ARE RIGHT BELOW THIS LINE
I felt bad for Captain Murika. He gets told that he slept for almost 70 years, and all he can think of is that he missed his date while saving the world. : /





SO ALL IN ALL

AT THE END OF DEVILS REJECTS I FELT GOOD
AT THE END OF CAPTAIN AMERICA I FELT BAD

Oh the irony.