Aye thanks for the comment.
My thought on it was just, I wanted it to look like I painted it, one way or the
other the lines were not quite right.
sadly.
Sorry I haven't commented on walls for such a long time, I just lost interest
with posting here these days.
as for the spoiler comment, I thought it was reasonable, until I realized about
half the time, they are always alone together... LOL. everytime.
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.
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.
yo.
I forgot if I did send you a new year's day card.
if I didn't, I am very sorry.
great friend I am. a pathetic friend really.
a seriously belated new years wish. That be all.
yeah, but the fact someone wanted to take revenge means they must have done
their part in rubbing people the wrong way.
Not so much the elitist attitude, just rubbing people the wrong way.
and they should all know better, sometimes it is not about doing the job right,
but doing the right job. Many a times, even in real life, people forget the
latter part of the their jobs.
how was being admin for a day?
I was shut off the site for like 48 hours, logging in, and it told me MT was
"pwned" instead.
LOL, told Sheq and the mod team one of these days, they are gonna get the same
crap like AP last year if they keep up with their elitist attitudes. (not
pointing fingers, but you know who you all are)...
bleh.
Hey, I promised you my photo, so I am sending you a PM.
So sorry it took so long.
This one is very recent, it is from my flight to Vietnam.
thanks for the in depth comment, looks like I am very bad when it comes to
matching backgrounds, I don;t have a lot of stocks lately for the sea and sand,
so I may have to re-submit next time for an edit.
Thanks.
if you like Witchblade, check out the original Top Cow editions and the ones
done by Sam from them, Legends of The Witchblade, and Children of Darkness, are
ultimate stories.
The Japanese one is a little bland, but I like the layout.
much better than mine.
Aye thanks for the comment.
My thought on it was just, I wanted it to look like I painted it, one way or the other the lines were not quite right.
sadly.
Sorry I haven't commented on walls for such a long time, I just lost interest with posting here these days.
as for the spoiler comment, I thought it was reasonable, until I realized about half the time, they are always alone together... LOL. everytime.
hey f*cktard.
how are you man?
was hoping you might leave me some lupus.
Thank you, surprised you did not comment on the Miku version of the same wallpaper in the gallery though.
happy B day. though you are not here now, when you are back, give me a holler k?
LOL MONEY!
merged: 05-29-2008 ~ 09:00am
I must have more money... give me some.
I lacks cash to purchase manga lol.
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.
actually, as unbelieving as it is....
I did.
cause I wanna shitstorm the place.
apparently, it worked quite well playing noob.
note that at least 1/15 of the post in Poohslmer on this trhead is done by me
http://www.pooshlmer.com/wakaba/res/122251.html
so yeah~ze
also, I got a nice one myself.
a more accurate one from one of the guys.
plus, a better PSD for a powerchart.
hitting two birds with one stone?
You bet.
we hardly talked if any, just wondering if you would have some love for Aya Kato's works, cause I know you appreciate good stuff from Amano.
Wondering as well if you would have any scans from her works.
not talking about you lol.
yo.
I forgot if I did send you a new year's day card.
if I didn't, I am very sorry.
great friend I am. a pathetic friend really.
a seriously belated new years wish. That be all.
yeah, but the fact someone wanted to take revenge means they must have done their part in rubbing people the wrong way.
Not so much the elitist attitude, just rubbing people the wrong way.
and they should all know better, sometimes it is not about doing the job right, but doing the right job. Many a times, even in real life, people forget the latter part of the their jobs.
how was being admin for a day?
I was shut off the site for like 48 hours, logging in, and it told me MT was "pwned" instead.
LOL, told Sheq and the mod team one of these days, they are gonna get the same crap like AP last year if they keep up with their elitist attitudes. (not pointing fingers, but you know who you all are)...
bleh.
Hey, I promised you my photo, so I am sending you a PM.
So sorry it took so long.
This one is very recent, it is from my flight to Vietnam.
thanks for the in depth comment, looks like I am very bad when it comes to matching backgrounds, I don;t have a lot of stocks lately for the sea and sand, so I may have to re-submit next time for an edit.
Thanks.
Happy New Yearssss!
Hope you are having a good one!
NEXT YEAR is FULLL SPEEEED AHEADDDDD! Look Ma! NO BRAKESSSSS!
Happy New Yearssss!
Hope you are having a good one!
NEXT YEAR is FULLL SPEEEED AHEADDDDD! Look Ma! NO BRAKESSSSS!
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Happy New Yearssss!
Hope you are having a good one!
NEXT YEAR is FULLL SPEEEED AHEADDDDD! Look Ma! NO BRAKESSSSS!
merged: 12-31-2007 ~ 10:11pm
Happy New Yearssss!
Hope you are having a good one!
NEXT YEAR is FULLL SPEEEED AHEADDDDD! Look Ma! NO BRAKESSSSS!
Happy New Yearssss!
Hope you are having a good one!
NEXT YEAR is FULLL SPEEEED AHEADDDDD! Look Ma! NO BRAKESSSSS!
[img=http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/6851/fgxfdshr5.jpg]
Happy New Yearssss!
Hope you are having a good one!
NEXT YEAR is FULLL SPEEEED AHEADDDDD! Look Ma! NO BRAKESSSSS!
[img=http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/6851/fgxfdshr5.jpg]
Happy New Yearssss!
Hope you are having a good one!
NEXT YEAR is FULLL SPEEEED AHEADDDDD! Look Ma! NO BRAKESSSSS!
Happy New Yearssss!
Hope you are having a good one!
NEXT YEAR is FULLL SPEEEED AHEADDDDD! Look Ma! NO BRAKESSSSS!
Happy New Yearssss!
Hope you are having a good one!
NEXT YEAR is FULLL SPEEEED AHEADDDDD! Look Ma! NO BRAKESSSSS!
if you like Witchblade, check out the original Top Cow editions and the ones done by Sam from them, Legends of The Witchblade, and Children of Darkness, are ultimate stories.
The Japanese one is a little bland, but I like the layout.
much better than mine.
Spider Pig... Spiger Pig. Does whatever a Spider Pig does. Can he swing from a web... No, he can't. He's a pig. LOOK OUT...! Spider Pig!111oneone
Oh, and Merry Christmas to you, too!
Yes, I'm returning the favor and spamming you back. ;D
Spider Pig... Spiger Pig. Does whatever a Spider Pig does. Can he swing from a web... No, he can't. He's a pig. LOOK OUT...! Spider Pig!111oneone
Oh, and Merry Christmas to you, too!
Yes, I'm returning the favor and spamming you back. ;D