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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

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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

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On luscious green grass only a few miles from a mountain lays a magnificent garden. Then the TARDIS lands, it immediately forms into one of the grass-like items among the garden. Out steps Artist Blue, who immediately takes a deep breath. “I love it when the air’s fresh.” He exclaims cheerfully.

Behind him steps out his partner, still dressed in her favorite blue sweater. “It looks like Tim Burton threw up on a garden.” She utters almost sourly.

“I don’t get your cultural references, Catherine. Remember that,” he says before being approached by a white humanoid robot.

“Halt,” the

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

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Chapter Two

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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

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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.

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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

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

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.
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Search for the Plot pt. 13Chapter 13...

Elsewhere...

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“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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I like the Carya Flotilla! I wouldn't want to live there, but it's fun to describe and think about how scary it is haha. 'Carya' is a name from Greek myth, cuz when I can't think of words, I resort to greek myth. Yup. Enjoy.

*keyanadrake Jun 30, 2012 Professional Writer

Vivid! I love the imagery of this scene!

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~LunaticStar Jul 1, 2012

Thanks! This must be the Carya one.

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*keyanadrake Jul 1, 2012 Professional Writer

Yep. :3

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*denlm Jun 28, 2012

I too am in love with Carya and the people who so wonderfully match the flotilla's patched and scarred appearance. You should stay away from your tales more often. You obviously return re-energized!

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~LunaticStar Jun 28, 2012

HAHAHAH YEAH WELL I AM HAVING NO TROUBLE WITH THE STAYING AWAY PART

what is creativity
help

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*Sukeile Mar 22, 2012

Ooohhh, but what's gonna happen with Neil and J?

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~LunaticStar Mar 22, 2012

They arm-wrestle!!

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*Sukeile Mar 22, 2012

Of course! I should have known!

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~Aranov Mar 18, 2012 Professional Artisan Crafter

Wooooow. It's like... all the scary steampunk prosthetics ever. D: I imagine it would be fun to write about that place though. Also, DAWW JACK AND MORGY ARE BROS

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~LunaticStar Mar 18, 2012

You know, it's a fact that these words are missing from OiS: 'gear' 'clockwork' 'steam' and 'brass.' Please advice me how I can make it not steampunk when I take out all the key words. *crycrycry* xD But those lamentations aside, YEAH FUN to write about, lots of adventures there, mostly in reject form because I couldn't get my shit together for half a year OR SO.

BROTP

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