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No, i really like your wallz... More... I have your last one in my desktop now...
My next vector, you have to wall it to the calendar...
Thanks for the fav and uh comment <3
Do you know where else i could get the nude "it's so tight"? Perhaps a link to your page that has it? I tried the one on the "it's so tight" page in the gallery, but the links to the image on that website is not working.
OK, you put most of the characters in their places, but Yuyuko in SSS?
sorry pal, but Yuyuko is like a piece of cake compared to ran or Flandre,
and I notice that you didn't use any of the character from MoF, they aren't that bad either,
and where is Shinki?
she is an asskicker too, oh well, I would do one, but I'm too lazy for that
And if you are bored, whu not try to make your own Danmaku?
The air was thick with the smell of dust, and debris, it clouded his thoughts more than it covered his sense of smell, a distant and faint waft of death and decay comes close to him, and he was certain, that he was now alone, and facing danger, a danger he has long anticipated.
John Stalvern was waiting, he gazed at the dark ceiling and then at his plasma rifle, ready to attack at an instant should the creatures he faces now strikes him. The lights blinked out, casting awful shadows of the creatures behind the wall that separates him from them, it took a few moments, but finally, it fizzled out.
There are demons in the UAC base, and he was the last one left. He didnât see them, but has believed all his life, that something awful was going to happen in the corner, somewhere unsuspecting, something unaccountable by human vocabulary and it isnât human, nothing could prepare him for the truth, or at least, something his own mind tells him to prepare for.
He had expected such a thing, when the scientists spoke of an experiment, with things or technologies they found on the distant planet, they were asking for trouble. His thoughts like this one was one of personal insecurity, something he felt all along in his life, an uncertainty he dares not put his finger on the cause. His trouble struck when he pursued the path of becoming a marine, and now a sergeant after many years in service, and sent to this hell hole that he now faces the demons with.
When he was young, he watched as the ships that flew to where he is now lift off the ground, so majestic, so proud, so full of power, that he said in naiveté, âFather, I wish to be on the ships, I want to become a marine, andâ¦.â
He was cut off, and replied his father, a face scarier than most things a child would fear, of anger, and worry all mixed up like a portrait of desperation.
âYou must not! Demons are on that place they are going, you will die if you go there! Promise me! You must not go there!â Loudly, he spoke, while shaking ever so strongly with his grip firm of little Johnâs shoulders, bringing tears of confusion into his eyes as he stared back at the crazed gaze of his father.
These memories came back, like flashes of his life as his was about to end, only he wasnât going down that easily, but nonetheless, it was like a warning he had not heard the first time, and now it was too late.
There was, for a short time, he believed the tales of his father, even though his father was not a marine, and never was, the tales wove vivid memories in his mind, and sometimes, images of the demons his father told him would manifest as ugly nightmares.
As he got older, the imaginations ceased, and he was soon, a man, who was looking at a dream coming true, the corps has accepted him, and he is soon on his path to glory, serving the nation and whatâs not was all ready for him. The red carpet, no sooner did now he will realize it was painted with blood. His warnings before to Johnson, his superior was to deaf ears as well, maybe because he did not believed it himself or enough to tell him, or maybe his convincing skills needed more work. Just maybe, he thought to himself, if he survives this, he is gonna quit his job and think about another career.
It was too late for regrets now, had he been more persuasive, the operation would not have ceased anyway, there are people he needed to protect, that was, until they all turned into the creatures they came here to protect from. Now he knew what horrors awaited them in the UAC base where he now crouched, hidden behind shadows.
His radio gave a faint crack, and a sizzle, before a muffled voice of his commander came on.
âThis is Johnson, you are the last man there, get the hell outta there! The demons, you must fight your way through unless you can find another way outâ¦if you can get out soon enough, there may still be a cureâ¦.â a desperate and almost depressed voice, of a formerly glorious man, half veiled with fear. What cure? What the hell was he talking about? John wondered as he held his rifle tighter. So close was the rifle held to his chest, he could feel it vibrating under the pressure of his palms. He wondered why he felt that itch on his neck.
The shuffling of inhuman steps struck John like a hammer.
To his shock, Stalvern realized that the demons has heard the radio transmission, and is now faced and headed his way. Quickly, he armed his rifle, steadying onto his shoulders and aimed for the wall that separated them. Hopefully, the shockwave will send the demons flying, and dead, if he is lucky. The itch on his neck begins to pain, maybe an open wound, but he has no time to think, even for one short moment.
A blast tore through the wall, as he fired, again and again, blindly at the monsters that stood inches too near to him. Their shadows flickered with the blast, sounds of screaming, and bloodcurdling shrieks were heard as he fired again at a moving shadow.
He still could barely see their features, except a few glances here and there as the blasts fired, but he was certain, they are not friendly to the eyes. Grotesque beyond words, is what he would say, hardly believing a few hours back, they were the very soldiers sent to protect the scientists.
The rounds of fire kept going, as the demons rushed into the fire like fireflies would to light, but they were not without aim, to kill him, was their objective, and they are not afraid of a few rounds of plasma heat.
Finally, with clear aim, John fired at a particularly well-built one and managed to stagger him for a moment. However, the shot was deflected, before the unholy sound of it screaming in anger as it rushed towards him, with sounds of its thumping and heavy footsteps charging towards his direction.
John tried to fire again, adjusting his rifle for a stronger more focused fire, hoping to tear a hole onto it. The creature staggered while holding back its steps, and with a quick maneuver, managed to evade it.
âShit!â cursed John as he realized the blast shot down a support pillar in the middle of the darkened room, one he did not see before. All too sudden, the ceiling fell above them, the crushing weight and debris almost broke Johnâs arm as he defended himself from it. The creatures were not lucky either, with all of them crushed under the weight of the titan weight of the concrete and steel.
John was still alive, and his eyes were covered with a vile smear of blood, unable to focus as he tried to lift himself off the rubble, the weight crushing the air out of his lungs.
âNoo.... I must get outta here, damn it, if those things get out before I do⦠I am dead, I gotta kill the motherfuckers quickâ¦!â he spoke to himself as reached for his rifle, hoping to create a leverage with the rifle to lift himself out of the mess. The pain on his neck now manifested itself like a deadly gun wound, so much he could have fainted, and died, but he didnât want to give in, even when his hands are losing its feel, shaking with pain.
Suddenly, the radio cracked, again, this time, Johnson came on again, even louder and clearer than before. He didnât realize it was still on, and all that he muttered to himself was transmitted to the other end, perhaps the gripping terror made him forget to turn off, but that did not matter now.
âNoâ¦. stop it, STOP IT JOHN, enough! Donât you realize? You are already infected, the demons, you are one of themâ¦!â Johnson spoke off the radio, in an even more desperate voice than before. Fear crept up Johnâs spine like a crippling stroke, it shook him deep inside, and his hands now tremble, as if some sudden revelation that was long overdue suddenly unbounded itself to him.
Oh Godâ¦. Was the only thought that came to Johnâs mind, he remembered now, how he got into this dark room, the faint view of the surgical table was a tell-tale sign, he was infected, bitten by one of those things, earlier, as they attempted to salvage the corpses of the scientists under the sewage system. Whatever that was on this fucking planet, it was down there, submerged in the darkness and the waters, waiting to ambush, and they did.
The thing bit him in the neck, transferring whatever viruses it was made of, into him, and he was dead, for at least an hour, his body mutated, that was why he was in here, they were⦠the UAC force, now safely away from this place, left him for dead. Johnson kept his hopes, at least up till the moment of that last radio transmission. He hoped that John could still retain enough humanity, to travel across the gateway, and make it back to earth to be cured.
But it was too late, and now no hope remains for him, the pain has stopped finally.
He was one of them⦠the voice in his head now repeating this sentence to him.
Slowly, human thoughts came to a halt, another sense replaced his clouded instincts to escape, it was a hunger, and it hungered for living flesh.
âBloodâ¦.â He murmured to himself, as he stood up, from the rubble, finally freed.
The radio on his waist cracked once more.
âJohnâ¦? Are you still thereâ¦? Johnâ¦?â the battery had finally run out, and the voice, faint calls for his name, faded away into the decaying darkness.
John stood on his wobbly feet, stared a bit at the emptiness and made his way slowly into the darkness, in search of whatever that fresh victim he may still encounter, in this abandoned facility.
- LOL TSUNDERE ANONYMOUS
Yeah so, I got bored, and decided to practice my writing.
Shotto, why is yuyuko in SSS level?
and Flandre in SS? even Ran is stronger than Yuyuko,
who made this?
merged: 02-02-2008 ~ 05:50am
Niced page, btw.
LOL! I don't remember if you sent me one either
So Happy [super-late] New Years... I guess?
It wasn't the mods fault, their not bad people nor
do they have "elitist" attitudes. They do their job and
they do it well, why should people hate them for that?
Anyways, I don't want to get into it, this is a guest book post
as well. But we all know who's fault it was and
doing what they did while the mods were gone was a
cheap and childish blow.
Nope... one maybe is death... but, in reality are in the junk!
In all honesty I was gobsmacked to find that the wallpaper featuring a naked pre-teen was by you.
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