Pokemon: the Risen - Ep. Extra
Chapter The End
What? Oh, for F's sake, now? I was in the middle of a all right, okay, I'm doing it. Did you forget I'm not getting payed for this? Twenty-six episodes they said, and then they start renumbering chapters mid-season and using strange titles, suddenly I'm working pro bono. But it's still twenty-six, they said, everyone does the extra stuff for free and besides you're getting your voice out there, like I should be the one paying them! Well you know what, if I'm paying the director for air time then I'll say what I want! And when I've had my say, and to prove I'm a billion times more professional than him, I'll get to the script without wasting more studio time!
First though, and because this is as far as I know the last time I'll get to speak my mind in one of these intro-section-things, I'd like to mention that it's been a pretty good half-a-year doing this gig, ignoring for now those previously aired grievances. The original narrator might have su
Character - Villain's Purpose
Now you stand before me, Hero. Look closely at yourself, clothed in noble tunic and with the spirits at your back. You have grown strong! Why, though? ME! Your every moment of glory and growth, your every good deed and effort, all was at my unseen bidding. You call me the Villain? Look at you, your sword of legend that can pierce even my skin, your holy shield capable of reflecting any attack, your every item of power dredged from this land's dungeons that each alone could kill a beast from lore are you not the spitting image of the quintessential Hero? Who made you, who put you on this path?
Me, it was me who did it, I was the one who roused you from that pathetic hut in the wilderness you called home, I burned it down so you would one day appear before me as you do now. You call me evil, I call you short-sighted. Did I trifle you? Did I cause you discomfort? I have stuck a dagger through the world's heart yet you complain to me of a minor annoyance? Idiotic child, you have see
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Crawland Exploration Log, Day 62
So that's it, we saved the world well, I suppose it ruins the ending just saying that up front. And yet we did, somehow we defeated that creature and subdued its forces, somehow we were at the right place and at the right time to stop it from putting the world to sleep. From what they have shown me things are getting better now, the King is working with the warforged army as their new Lord to wake up the world. I'm sure Wizard and Knives are still fighting in the background to control Craw-Land's course, sure Scars is still acting more like a court jester than his technical post as Spymaster, sure Warforged is back to being silent as ever. Then again, he at the end of the vision the noil mystics showed me, Warforged walking away into the wastes, away from the duties and responsibilities of helping to run a kingdom. I suppose I am doing the same by staying here.
Now then, where was I? It has been quite some time of course,
Weekly Webcomics - Volume 1
A Girl and Her Fed
by J. David Abbot
This comic's a mixed bag of old webcomic hat and honestly unique concepts. A politics and espionage adventure by someone who seems very knowledgeable on political tomfoolery? That's unique. A small furry intelligent mascot character who speaks like vile language is going out of style and he wants to bring it back? Not exactly a new idea in webcomics. The story is pretty good, about a growing organization of cyborgs and psychics in present day America, and the art goes from good in the beginning (after the redo) to very good. One of the best angles this comic has going for it is how powerful the characters are, without being Sues because of just how honestly human they try to remain, not to mention the equally powerful political machines they go up against. One lead character is simply a psychic ninja, and yet comes off as an even match for the rest of the cast because, this being a story set in the modern day political world, she ca
Character - Hate Letter
The sudden hole in space and time opens outward like a coffin, its occupant stepping through the floating frame gingerly as if expecting this world to be sharp and jagged. The woman's eyes, hidden behind thick black goggles, squint even in this shade at the speechless young girl before her. Almost nervously, she flips the girl a small envelope then hastily steps back again, the gateway closing as suddenly as it opened into this extremely pink room. The world is again normal and sane, but the envelope remains. The girl stares at it in bug-eyed silence, then picks it up. It doesn't shake or rattle, it doesn't spark or smoke, it sits quite normally in her hand. She takes it to a small mirrored dresser and sits with it, extracting a short letter from inside.
"That isn't just anybody's locker, you know that right?" The blonde twirls perfect hair around her finger mischievously as she smirks at the nervous boy standing several feet in front of her in the o
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Crawland Exploration Log, Day 44
I swear, not a day goes by that we are not beset by some army set on murdering us all in our sleep and taking this small plot of land. Admittedly we are an oddity, an oasis of life and activity in a sea of Dreaming mist. But really, why us? Why care if there is one last stronghold of light in this world of gray dawns? They have won, the world is theirs why trifle themselves eradicating us? I hope it is not pride. I would have thought the conquerors of a world would be beyond such concerns.
The ritual to inhibit the powers of a dream spire is progressing smoothly at last, the most difficult riddles to its intricate workings finally falling away as I write this, but it seems like it will be too late to help. Our resources are running low and food most of all. We must begin clearing our farms first of all, and before that day riots and unrest could destroy us before the enemies at our gates.
In happier news, the King's roc has hatch
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Crawland Exploration Log, Day 43
My, it has been some time since I last wrote. I only remembered because of the slightly dire situation we now face, which then reminded me of this log. Also I should note we have been very busy with research for the ritual, the idea I had does seem feasible but will take weeks even now to make perfect. It didn't help that I accidentally set some of the notes aflame the other day, losing days of time. I should have had an assistant casting Light instead of those blasted smoky candles!
In other news, only a few days after I last wrote and when I was just deciding that I should perhaps grieve a little for my late Master, I was informed quite accidentally that the power source he used for the large protection spell was the genie! Imagine, using a living creature to well, to save us all, I must remember. It was a decision I am glad I did not have to make myself, perhaps in the end it was the only way for us to have survived. So I did
Character - Left Wanting
"Nobody test-rubs potential reliquaries anymore, you dig?" The teen stands, frozen in shock at the large wispy figure floating in the air in front of him. At his feet lays a shattered vase, knocked off seconds before from its small end-table by the young man's careless fumble. "Leastways, no mortal has summoned me for eons it feels like, and I really have the most terrible ache in my neck. Ha, that was a good reference, yes?" The apparition sighs as the teen continues to say and do nothing but stare in dumbfounded awe. "The situation is obvious right? I'm free and you get three wishes! Say 'em loud, say 'em proud!"
"You're a genie?" The genie grins with forced humor, holding up two thumbs. "You're real? This isn't a trick or a, a hologram?"
"Assuredly not, even if that is exactly what a trick holo-thingy would tell you. But no more free samples kid, say what you want and I make it happen, everything I make happen counts so don't say it if you don't want it."
"I, I want a lot of things.
RIP Webcomics - Volume 2
As We Were
by Kel McDonald and Shazzbaa
This one's a bit tough to describe without mentioning its parent comic Sorcery 101. Basically there's a character in the other comic who's obviously a bad dude, who at some point in his life angered someone enough that now she wants to straight kill the guy. To tell the truth, this guy is such a jerk that there are quite a few people who want to kill him, but the protagonist of this comic is actively hunting him. Somehow though, she has no idea where he lives and must rely on the magic of her sidekick druid to find her target. The druid and her live like hobos as they travel ever onward, sometimes on a motorcycle that barely works, sometimes relying on his tribe of mystic werewolves. Apparently they solve the occasional problem as they go, although we actually see few of these encounters, but the main focus of the comic is on the woman and her plans of revenge. Revenge is pretty much her sole driving purpose, but over time she be
todos tenemos miedos cap 6solte la compu y cerre de golpe ya que la vi entrar
marie:que pasa , te asuste *dijo con frieldad*
thomas: ase cuanto mestruaste
marie: mm perdon eso note importa
thomas: dije ase cuanto mestruaste
marie: y yo que se nene ase mcuho no mentrueo *dijo avergonzada*devo tener hormonas inactivas
thomas: ajam *mirandola con cara seria*
marie: ahy no me creas ase lo que quieras idiota , luego vengo a buscar mi carpeta adios
thomas:adios ah y otra cosa no dejes de comer asi estas bien
marie quedo impactada , pero no respondio ya que serro la puerta pero alcanzo a escuchar , luego se fue llorando por todo el hospital , cuando justo salia un auto choco contra ella , el impacto fue muy fuerte y la llevaron lo mas rapido a revisala , espaba muy mal ya que choco con la espalda , tenian mucho miedo que quedara paralitica , pero eso no fue lo peor tubo una emorragia , y de urgencia la tubieron que llevar a sirugia lo peor era que no podian hacer nada tenia los globulos rojos por el piso , no podr
Mortal Sins - Scene 5In the living room; Virgil in flannels, Linda in a tank top on the couch, conversing while eating a pizza.
"Remember what Dan said about me?" Virgil asks.
"The guy you worked for before you bought the place?"
"Yeah. He described me as..."
"...hardworking and antisocial, yes. There's some truth to that statement."
"Hah, I know. I haven't always been like that, though." He pauses for a moment, taking a bite of a pizza slice. "Want to visit an old friend with me this weekend?"
"Sure. Where does he live?"
"Up in Virginia. Just a few hours' drive. But live is not the right word, I'm afraid."
"I told him my secret on his death bed in '65 before I tucked my tail in and sailed away. He was one of the few I could say goodbye to. Some I never saw again, many of whom had long and full lives." Virgil's face assumes a distant look, then he shrugs. "All he said was that it doesn't matter anymore. Maybe he meant that I should've told earlier."
"I understand why you didn't. I mean, this i
Wild TURDCHU appeared! A bead of sweat rolled down Ass Fuckum's cheek as he groaned in poor synch with his lips. Several metres ahead of him sat one of the rarest of pocket goblins - a wild turdchu! He stood statue-still, slowly shifting his gaze to his partners. They saw it too.
"Ass!" gasped Pissy. "It's a turdchu!"
"Yeah," agreed Brock, like the faggot Jew that he was. "It's a turdchu."
Ass lowered his head and grabbed his balls. Once he deemed the pause long enough and dramatic enough, he snapped his gaze back to the monster and threw his goblin ball forward. Strobe lights pulsed from nowhere as Ass roared "Niggermon, I choose you!"
A black tranny appeared in a cheap blonde wig. "Wha...? Where am I? Did some muthafucka slip me roofies again?"
"FIGHT THE BUTT MONSTER, YOU WHORE!" Ass demanded.
The niggermon turned to her trainer. "Nigga, you did not just-"
"Ugh. Fuck this!" Ass grabbed the ball
Save My WorldLyrics for the song:
Save my World, Save my World
Save my World, Save my World
As far as you can see
On the land and out to sea
There's something very wrong
And it's time to change
We're going to need (we're going to need)
A helping hand (a helping hand)
We need to save this world
We hope that you can understand
Save my World, Save my World (come on and)
Save my World, Save my World (why won't you)
We're going to have to clean
Every hill and every stream
If we don't change our ways
It will be too late
Don't make a mess (don't make a mess)
Don't be selfish (don't be selfish)
We need to save our world
For us, the birds and bees and fish
Save my World, Save my World (will you please)
Save my World, Save my World (you've got to)
Save my World (come on and), Save my World (why won't you)
Save my World (will you please), Save my World (you've got to)
Save my World (come on and), Save my World (why won't you)
Save my World (will you please), Save my World today!
Phineas y Ferb Sentido pesame"Sentido pesame"
Mi nombre es Phineas, tengo 15 años, las personas dicen que es muy pronto para estar enamorado, pero yo no lo creo asi, yo opino que talvez en verdadero amor, o el amor de tu vida no existe en verdad. Talvez amas, una y otra vez y llegas a amar por igual. No sé si llegue a cambiar de opinión, pero yo solo se que no me importa lo que digan las personas, ahora estoy enamorado de Isabella, Oh, mi amada Isabella, ella es lo mas importante para mi, la amo. Desafortunadamente ella no puede saberlo, todo terminaria entre nosotros, nuestra bella relacion, la confianza. ¿Por qué tuve que enamorarme de mi mejor amiga?
Me estoy tomando un tiempo para meditar todo esto. No sé como puedo con tanto estres. -Rayos, ya es algo tarde, ya deberia de irme a la escuela.
Siento que todos me observan, veo rostros desconocidos y llevo 2 años estudiando aqui, quiza sea porque no soy muy sociable, me gustaria hacer mas amigos, pero no me atrevo a hablarle a n
Caught in the Brambles< Piper º Orange-Light º Pheasant Woods º Summer >
A figure prowled in the cool shade of a sycamore trees. Rustling echoed from the thick canopy hiding the blue sky from view. Only a few shafts of and fragments of light glided through the dense blanket of leaves that sat atop the sturdy trunks and hung on the solid limbs. The foliage provided an escape from the heat of Summer, which the particular silhouette disliked. It was sticky and uncomfortable, and the nipping cold of Winter was much more preferable to a feline with such a furry white pelt.
As Piper slid across the gloomy floor of Pheasant Woods, intending to hunt, she kept her ears pricked up for any dangers. There were many possible enemies, including silly little things like ravens or falling twigs, but there were the more grave and serious threats, the Golden Butterflies. Piper had to admit in her head they didn't seem that scary, they had no tattoos, and mix and matched abili
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