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Armies, Experiments, and Zombies“Shit!” David swore as the piece of metal sliced through his finger. His first instinct was to stick it in his mouth to stop the pain, but seeing as his hands were currently covered in mechanical grease that probably wasn’t the best idea. Instead he grimaced and, tearing off a bit of cloth with his teeth, wrapped the cut and continued working.

The room around him was filled with the hum of power tools and machinery, a hum that was pretty rare to hear these days, what with the power reserves quickly dwindling. Since the larger corporations fell nobody had been around to sell power, definitely not in large amounts or at a rea
Batman/Superman: Gods of Business Part 1: NumbersGotham International Airport. A flight from Metropolis is exiting into the terminal and among them is Clark Kent and Lois Lane.

Lois: Come on, Smallville, move it.

Clark: Look, Lois, I'm glad that you got me and Cat our jobs back at the Planet....

Lois: You have NO idea how hard I had to fight Edge on that....

Clark: But I don't know why you asked me to come along with you to this business meeting.

Lois: Look, Smallville, it's Gotham; while I'm going over figures with minority shareholder Bruce Wayne and his pitbulls in my role as Producer, you can find a news story.

Clark: What about that city doesn't end it the news?

Lois: Exactly, C
Abigail and the Rats of NIMH - Chapter 22
Wilbur glided over the city of Washington D.C., with Bernard and Bianca on his back, the two of them dirty, exhausted and still in shock over the massacre they’d narrowly survived the day before. Bianca couldn’t stop blaming herself for not going back to help the other mice. Bernard insisted going back would have meant death. Once the two had staggered up to the roof and Wilbur dislodged his beak from the door, they explained everything, and resolved to make the trip to the nearest Rescue Aid Society outpost, located in the basement of the United Nations Information Center in Washington D.C. With any luck it hadn’t been hit
Unworthy {7}The next morning, the door creaked open. Fyr was backing into it because her hands were full.

"Hello - " she broke off. Her jaw dropped and she stopped dead in her tracks.

Loki looked up with a weak smile.

the door swung closed as she gawked for a minute. Suddenly she looked directly at him instead of his head. "...you don't have hair."

"No, I'm afraid not."

She started walking again and crouched to slide the tray under. This time there was a piece of meat on there.

Fyr didn't stop, did she?

How thoughtful.

And dangerous.

"Ah... Thank you, Fyr."

After he had finished praying, he looked up at her. She was still sitting and gawking at
Search for the Plot pt. 9
The Face/Dimsano’s Ship...

“...and the play's a ring,” the Face continued, not realizing what plan had been set into motion by the people he had been monologuing to, “Wherein I tickle the polecat of the Thing and...”

In a burst of bright, blue light, Lt. Strait appeared with his pump-action shotgun in hand. How Face could have missed this was anyone’s guess.

“Now, before I leave this place, do any o' you know how to operate the weapons?” Strait asked in a surprisingly calm voice.

“I do.” A soldier replied, raising a hand.

CLICK-CLICK! BANG!

Strait shot the soldier in the face b
Submission, part IIWord traveled long through New Badab, the Noise Marine learned.

His arrival was left almost unnoticed, with the exclusion of the deceased Ryyd's Gorebashers and Gyphax's jolly nurglite coven. Days passed in the Claw, and the traitors grew dusty, irritated, dissheveled as the request for the audience with Badab's Tyrant traversed to his stronghold.

But, the city wouldn't be the fabled jewel of opportunities, if it weren't true. One by one, the Slaaneshi heretics trickled into the confines of the hive.

Malexis set out on a quest to find Heinrich, a renown Emperor's Children Apothecary -  he had told Torturer that finding a cure for Marco's i
Unworthy {8}Yet another week wore on. Two Three.

Another mark was scratched into the wall with a bit of stone. 21 tally marks and counting, engraven in the damp, earthy stone, waiting for him to go mad.

Loki’s hands shook as he scraped at the rock. With the freezing environment, sudden haircut, and prison diet, he knew he was going to get sick.

It felt like his throat was on fire. Water left it feeling dry, like it was a desert soaking up every bit of rain. It only relieved it for a couple of minutes before he restarted coughing like a jerking marionette. When he wasn’t coughing, he was hiccupping. He felt rather stupid, but after about an
Transformers: Inception- Prologue
TRANSFORMERS: INCEPTION

Prologue: The Introduction

Explosions rocked the burning ruins of Iacon as a terribly wounded Optimus Prime dragged his bleeding chassis out of the fallen architecture that once was the Iacon Hall of Archives. Crawling into his command post, he grabbed a ledge to pull himself to his pedes as he limped over to the damaged communications grid. Energon seeped out of a myriad of abrasions and threatened to spill more as he forced his weakened structure to operate under normal status while he could feel his sensual impulses starting to wane drastically. Opening a private channel to the underground Autobot base, he began t
Cyclonian Chronicles: A Forgotten Storm Chpt 2Cyclonian Chronicles: A Forgotten Storm
Chapter Two

The skimmers engines purred softly as the Dark Ace left Cyclonia with a small squadron of three trusted Talons, the hidden compass leading the way. Anymore and they would be noticed quickly by any skynights in the quadrant, which they didn’t need.
Time was of the essence here, as the Dark Ace was sure Cyclonis would try and increase the energy intake so she could do more things than just talk and lie down.
Cyclonis hated showing a weakness, and more than once it had come at his expense.
Yet he was just prized enough to stay her right hand man, especially in times like this.
The last
EvacuationThe DAWN is shown docked in space with a ship of comparable size.  They are alligned in parallel manner and there is a walkway bridge joining airlocks into each ship.

Elena is sitting on the starship bridge of the Dawn....

The assistant chief engineer calls up from engineering: "Elena this is a problem.  You're going to want to see this..."

Elena looks over the information on screen and then presses a button...

Elena: "Raul.  Report"

(Raul is shown in spacesuit on the other ship)

Raul: "I dunno... She had been fine all this time and then she just suddenly flipped out on us...  No explanation"

June (also in a spacesuit): "Do you suppose
Bloodied Air - Part 4 [A Dead Space Fanfic]I didn’t even realize I could become so winded. It was apparent to me that, in this situation, it was no surprise at all. Hell, I could barely even keep myself steady, no-less hold on to the tool I now had to trust as a weapon.

Carelessly flipping myself over against the wall of the small compartment, I caught the sight of Sifty’s helmet shifting and collapsing back into his RIG. The sound of the machinery clicking and sliding were the only sounds in the room besides the heavy breathing coming from inside of my helmet, and now from my new companion’s open one.

“Sorry, boys…” Sift spoke somewhat exasperat
Search for the Plot pt. 8
Chapter 8...

Hummingbird 1000...

Lunatic and his crew looked at the oncoming house. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something about that house made a shiver run down Lunatic's spine.

“Gokiburi Prince, report!” Lunatic called.

“Well, it's three-stories, looks like a New England house, two-door garage, the siding could use a little work, though...” GP reported.

“No, who's INSIDE it.” Lunatic corrected.

“Oh, why didn't you say so?” GP asked.

—

The Face DimsanoThe Face's Ship...

“Sir, the bloggers' ship is requesting contact.” A soldier reported.

“Let them eat
Unworthy {9}The creaky wooden door opened.

Loki didn’t bother turning around at first, but the smell of white amber soon aroused his curiosity. He craned his neck around and jumped as a small child unceremoniously plopped downin fron of the bars, grinning ear to ear.

“Hallo!” Fyr said breathlessly. Her face was beet red and she was gasping for air. A fine sweat was beading on her forehead. “Wheeeew. That was a long run.”

“Hello,” Loki replied scratchily, stiffly turning around and crossing his legs. He weakly smiled as well; it was hard not to when such a sweet child was so happy. “Why so excited?”
Team Sigma: Founders P7Chapter 7: The Assault
A few hours later, the four of us -- Tifa, Jack, Skall, and myself, to clarify -- were standing outside the outpost's hatch entrance. The sun was just beginning to disappear from the horizon, allowing us optimally low visibility.
For our assault, I had chosen to bring my combat knife, a silenced Kleiner handgun, and a few explosive gel capsules. Tifa carried her crossbow and what was either a large hunting knife or a machete, I don't specifically remember which. Jack opted to bring only her scalpel-esque blade, which she assured me would be sufficient. Lastly, Skall was equipped with a serrated sickle, another set of gel capsules, and some kind of SMG. 
We immediately began the lengthy trek to Fort Kleiner, and luckily, we made much better time than I originally had. The tower was in sight just as early morning hit, still giving us some shadow to work with. Except for a few more patrols and drones, the scene was unchanged, and for a split second I contemplat
Search for the Plot pt. 13Chapter 13...

Elsewhere...

As Abe and Mr. Hack were finishing up the badfic they were reading, the door burst open. Just behind the gaping hole was Mechamentio.

“I'm back.” He simply said.

“Why, Mr. Mechamentio713.” Mr. Hack greeted, as if addressing someone he secretly disliked, but kept up the face of nothing short of pure innocence, “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

“Fanfiction Dot Net moderator Harold Hack, on behalf of bloggers and decent fanfiction authors everywhere, I place you under arrest.” Mechamentio said, his wrist shifting and causing a blade of pure light to em
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Hot off the press, apologies for typos and badness! xD

In this episode: Darcy speaks French! Morgy thinks about history again! Neil almost vomits. Situation: Normal.

And a bit more about Toric, according to Morgy. And the Cloud, in dream land, again, and the Voice. Who is the voice? What do they want, or do they want only to help Toric? And Toric's childhood, in THIS novel! But only a sentence or two. Heh heh. I'm evil.

Coming up Next! Morgy gets his wish of not making a stop in the Between. NOT!! Hahahahaha.
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*keyanadrake Jun 30, 2012  Professional Writer
Finally got back to where I was reading. I didn't remember this scene, I like it. Particularly the squishy bit with Toric having a friend. :)
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~LunaticStar Jul 1, 2012
Oh yeah, I have hecka about Cass written. And since I'm a crossover champ / lazy motherfucker, Cass from TDST is basically Toric's friend, too.
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*keyanadrake Jul 1, 2012  Professional Writer
XD Cross overs for the win!
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*keyanadrake Aug 31, 2011  Professional Writer
:3 That was really cool. I enjoyed that. Next?
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~LunaticStar Aug 31, 2011
Doesn't exist. :D To be continued ONE DAYYYYYYY.
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*keyanadrake Aug 31, 2011  Professional Writer
:( One day? Aww.

Aw well. :3
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~LunaticStar Aug 31, 2011
Yep, you know how these things go. OiS got an okay following and I hate to dissapoint them. xD But not only that, I know the ending. It would be silly to not bother to write it down. Just not right now.
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*keyanadrake Sep 1, 2011  Professional Writer
:3 Yeah, I do. I hope it's not too long. <3
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~LunaticStar Sep 1, 2011
Indeed, indeed!
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*denlm Jul 24, 2011
Stuff to rectify:
- "...knees draw to his chest" should be "drawn".
- "...we're between to little gravity wells" should be "two".
- "...or was simple disinterred in takeoff" should be "simply disinterested" I think. "Disinterred" would mean "dug up" according to my dictionary. Lol.
- "...very little physical queues." Did you mean clues?
- "...split in twine" should probably be "...in two".

Adored these lines: "wherever you go, there you are" and "best to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for one's next brush with a horrible death." And boy did this say a lot about Torric's feelings for Neil: "...rile some companionship out of the boy." Loved that. Inspired bit of text, woman.

Oh man, these space ghosts do intrigue me.
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