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BlueDevil

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I have no idea what this thread is eventually going to become. I'm just making it so I have a place to type whatever random things I decide to type without spamming the forum with a kazillion things. I don't know how often this thing'll be updated either, but just know! It's here! And there will occasionally be stuff put in it. So! Who knows? Maybe everything I type in here will get linked into one story.
-----1-----

Is this really how it will happen? The memories of my life all fading to black? I'm nobody. I may have been someone before, but now I'm nothing. Isn't there someone to save me? To tell me who I am? To reveal my purpose? Blackness and silence...leave me now. Go. Let me wake up.

Awaken. See the new world. The one you've made for yourself. See what you've become. Use it. Feed what you now are. You have no past, and you have no future. The things of your old life rest with your old life. You're not the same person anymore. Who you once were is now a memory in the distance. He is dead. All of his loved ones. His accomplishments. His lifestyle. His values. They rest with him. You now belong to us. We decide your values and lifestyle. Your accomplishments will reflect us. You will not allow love to get in your way. So awaken, and let your new presence be felt.

Something happened. His eyes slowly began to open, having the first wisp of air touch them in what felt like years. There was a cool breeze that he could feel blowing across his face as he stared up into the blue sky. Smoke stacks rose into the clouds off in the distance.

His hearing began to come back as well, and it was immediately met with the sounds of conflict. Gunfire, explosions, screams, fire. The sounds of death surrounded him.

Looking around without moving, he realized he was in the middle of a dirt street. There seemed to be nothing close to him at the moment, so he made a slow attempt to stand. He managed to move, but he didn't feel his body. It was as if everything below his neck was numb.

Wobbling as he stood, his vision blurring and then refocusing as he went, he finally glanced down to see what may have been wrong, only to see the metallic replacement for what was once apparently his body. He knew something was wrong, but didn't know what to think about it. This wasn't how he always was...was it?

Falling to his knees, he slowly lifted his hands up to stare at them. He could move them perfectly on command, but he could feel nothing. He closed his eyes, attempting once more to feel anything on his body, but as he did so, he only felt something else. Something inside of him. A pulse. The corner of his upper lip quivered, "What...am I?"

You are a weapon. A destroyer of man. You will show no regret. No fear. No remorse. No mercy. Now stand, and walk for us.

(yay, thing...it popped into my head so I typed it)
 

BlueDevil

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-----Gears of War 2: Maria Scene-----GAME SPOILERS-----(Because I felt like it)

It had been a long, grueling battle throughout the Locust tunnels. Operation Land-down didn't seem to be going as smoothly as Prescott had intended. The COG was, however, managing to deal a major blow to the Locust empire. Marcus and Delta Squad alone had killed plenty more than their fair share of the Locust. But even the hardened soldiers of Delta had their own personal issues to battle with alongside the war.

Dominic Santiago. A Gear in the Coalition of Ordered Governments since a very young age. The death of his brother in the Pendulum Wars. The death of his parents and children after Emergence Day. And then the loss of his wife, Maria. It had been ten years since the last time he'd seen her. Ten whole years. But somehow, he knew she was still out there. And he never quit searching. It was through several clues and sightings that Dom had managed to track her beneath ground. And even though his hopes were high, he knew his chances of finding her alive and well were very, very slim.

Through means of some sort of Locust computer, Dom and Marcus had figured out that she'd been taken hostage by the savage beasts, and through the help of Jack, Delta Squad's personal, all-purpose, hovering robot, they'd found and reached the small container she was being held captive in. Horrifyingly enough, there were dozens surrounding it, each most likely holding another Seran, another human.

But Dom didn't care. He'd found Maria, his beloved wife, and all he wanted to do was hold her for the first time in ten years. Jack floated slowly towards the canister as Dom and Marcus jogged a few steps forward, Dom staring at the container with glowing, hopeful eyes, "Jack, open it up."

The robot immediately went to work, and in an almost pleading manner, Dom turned to Marcus, his best friend, "I can't believe it Marcus...we finally found her!"

As Jack slowly cut his way through the rest of the container door, Dom looked back, taking a few slow steps forward, looking, waiting, still hoping. His mouth had etched its way open through anticipation. The door clunked and creaked as Jack finally managed to cut it open, and as the shadows slowly crept away, Dom's beautiful Maria stumbled forth, just as wonderful and pretty as he'd remembered her. Excitement filled him, and he felt his throat slowly begin to knot up.

Even the dark, horrific, Locust walls seemed to light up at her presence, and as she stepped towards him, Dom walked towards her as well, "Maria... Maria..." He felt as if the tears of joy and guilt would pour out from his eyes at any moment as they wrapped their arms around eachother, Dom holding her tightly. This was the happiest moment he'd experienced in a very long time.

She began to slump down, Dom assumed from exhaustian, so he knelt with her, still keeping her wrapped close to his body, and grunted, the knot tightening as he whispered, "I love you."

Marcus stared at him, sadness in his eyes, "Dom..."

It was the simple utter of his name that snapped him out of his dream, for as he took another glance at his wife, everything faded back to gray, the light leaving with the presence of her beauty fading away, for she was no longer the same, beautiful, healthy looking woman he remembered. His mouth slowly dropped as he stared into the face of living death. Maria was alive, but that was all that could be said. Her clothes were torn. She was frail, starved, dehydrated, deprived of sleep...she'd even been lobotomized. Dom felt his heart sink, and he felt it hard to even breathe while staring into her cold, lifeless eyes. Yet, she managed to glance up at him, a very small moan escaping her throat.

"Oh no...no!" Dom spoke to himself, remorse filling him as he cupped her head with his hand to keep it from slumping over, tears welling up in his eyes, "No no no no...no baby, no no no no...!" Every time he muttered the word, the pain filling him intensified ten-fold.

And then the anger came, flooding his voice as the tears began to erupt, "What did they do to you!? ...Ah!"

Marcus did nothing but stand with his Lancer in hand and stare in amazement as his friend knelt in pain next to Maria. He didn't know what he could do. It was better to leave Dom be for several moments.

Dom cried, guilt now taking over, "I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry, Maria!" He stared at her, her emotionless eyes seeping right back into his. Dom settled his head against hers, "I tried to find you! God, I, I did..." And then his head slumped over as he shut his eyes for several seconds, trying to think of something, anything he could do to save her.

But his mind was breaking. He couldn't think of anything except the tired, emotionless stare that Maria impaled him with, "Ah, please! No!"

He looked back at her quickly, "Maria?!...God dammit! It's me, Dominic!"

Marcus could take no more, and slowly edged his way over to Dom, who still continued to cry at the fate of his wife, "It's Dominic!!"

Marcus stopped him, placing a hand on Dom's shoulder. Dom looked up with fear and sadness in his eyes, every tear streaming down his face taking a piece of his sanity with it, "Marcus...I...I don't know what to do! I don't know what to do man, she-"

"Dom..." Marcus' voice was monotone as always, but there was reassurance in it, and as he stared into the eyes of his pained friend, he spoke through both his lips and his eyes, "...It's okay." Knowing what had to be done, Marcus' hand slipped away, and he turned, walking away from Dom, leaving him to do what he must.

Dom shook his head, staring back at Maria, "I'm so sorry." Another tear. He clasped her cheeks between his hands as he rested his head on hers.

"I'm so sorry, Maria." The tears still streamed down, "I love you so much...!"

He took one last look into her eyes, Maria looking at his as well. She let out another small moan, allowing it to slip out from in between her scarred lips as Dom gathered up every ounce of strength and courage he had left, and slowly slid his pistol from its holster, trailing it up to her temple.

Every part of him fought with itself, and he moaned as well, crying as he looked away.

Marcus was still walking when the shot sounded off, and it stopped him dead in his tracks. He looked to the side a bit and shook his head. As he started to walk again, his steps were much slower.

~Fin~
 

DreadnoughtDT

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Hah! You only wanted to do this because you showed it to me yesterday. :p

Spot on writing, though. Writing gives detail that a movie can't, and that's why I appreciate it.
 

BlueDevil

Super Penguin Number 2
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Haha, you're right xD! I showed it to you and I felt compelled to type it XD. Thanks for the comment
 

BlueDevil

Super Penguin Number 2
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-----2-----

Is it so wrong to sometimes feel worried? To feel paranoid about things, even if it's so unlikely an issue that most would call you a fool for obsessing so much? Is it so wrong? Well, to be honest, I just don't really care.

I pretend to be happy sometimes, if not most of the time. Very, VERY few things make me happy. I pretend to actually like myself a good bit of the time too. Truth is, seldom am I happy, and no, I don't like myself...I absolutely HATE myself. I hate everything about me. What's so great about me? Nothing. Nothing at all sets me apart from the average person. If anything, I'm actually below average.

I don't understand how people can enjoy participating in any kind of friendship or relationship with me, when I'm simply nothing more than a shell of uselessness taking up space in the world. Have I done something great? Have I accomplished anything of importance, ever? No, and no. A shell cannot do anything great, and cannot succeed at anything but failure. And as I said...I'm nothing more than an empty shell. Which, by default, automatically makes me a failure.

Sure, I could break out of the 'empty shell' and succeed at life. But honestly, is it really worth it? There is a total of...oh what's this?...ONE thing, that motivates me. And do you know what? I would be willing to die for that thing...but sadly enough, I will never absolutely know if I'll always have that thing in my grasp. The connection between said thing and I could break at any moment, and I could be left alone in the darkness.

This results in an infinite amount of stress, and most of the time, depression, because even though I'm constantly reassured that everything will be okay in the end, there are simply too many things about me, about life...that can turn everything around and ruin it all.

Which brings me back to the question, why do people enjoy my presence? Enjoy my friendship? Do I really make people happy? I doubt it. I don't make people happy. The only thing I can ever manage to do is get on their nerves or annoy them. So...why do they stay around me? Wonderful question, no?

Well, I don't care. I've got too many other things to worry about. Too many things to think about. I don't even know if I'm being lied to or not most of the time. I just trust in what others say, because I want to believe that they are good, kind-hearted people. Is there really such a thing as a good person? Can someone really have a kind heart? I don't know. I'm definitely not one, and I don't have one.



I just wish I knew what could end this sadness. Sometimes I think I know. Other times, I'm not sure if there ever will be an end to my sadness. Is there no real answer to what can help me, or am I doomed to an eternity of emotional and mental suffering?

Maybe so. The truth of it is, I won't ever be completely happy. Because even if my life is still wrapped around the one true gift that I have, I'll never be good enough. I'm not worthy to be graced with the presence of something so great, so spectacular. I wish I was. I wish I could return the favor. But I'm not, and I can't, because I'm nothing.
 

BlueDevil

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-----3-----

All around me, there is beauty and ugliness
All around me, there is peace and conflict
All around me, there is joy and despair
All around me, there is brightness and darkness
All around me, there is compassion and loathing
All around me, there is satisfaction and want
All around me, there is good and evil

But even with all of these things surrounding me, I only think of you

You bring beauty to the ugliness in my life
You bring peace to the conflict in my life
You bring joy to the despair in my life
You bring brightness to the darkness in my life
You bring compassion to the loathing in my life
You bring satisfaction to the want in my life
You bring good to the evil in my life

But what are these things to the whole of the world?
They can only be defined through the eyes of an individual
So what is my definition of the positive and the negative?
You are the positive that answers to my negatives
Without you, nothing is as it should be
With you, everything is in perfect order
You are my definition of beauty, peace, joy, brightness, compassion, satisfaction and ultimately, good

And in the end, you're all that matters to me, and my love is completely yours
 

DreadnoughtDT

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BlueDevil;253520 said:
-----3-----

All around me, there is beauty and ugliness
All around me, there is peace and conflict
All around me, there is joy and despair
All around me, there is brightness and darkness
All around me, there is compassion and loathing
All around me, there is satisfaction and want
All around me, there is good and evil

But even with all of these things surrounding me, I only think of you

You bring beauty to the ugliness in my life
You bring peace to the conflict in my life
You bring joy to the despair in my life
You bring brightness to the darkness in my life
You bring compassion to the loathing in my life
You bring satisfaction to the want in my life
You bring good to the evil in my life

But what are these things to the whole of the world?
They can only be defined through the eyes of an individual
So what is my definition of the positive and the negative?
You are the positive that answers to my negatives
Without you, nothing is as it should be
With you, everything is in perfect order
You are my definition of beauty, peace, joy, brightness, compassion, satisfaction and ultimately, good

And in the end, you're all that matters to me, and my love is completely yours

*applauds* Absolutely B-E-A-U-tiful!
 

BlueDevil

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-----4-----(NOTE: This is a completely fake multi-player sequence from a game that does not exist. NOTE #2: The game they are playing is some form of Warhammer 40,000 video game)

Player 1: Ah ****, I'm on the Marine's team.
Player 3: So what?
Player 2: He has army changing issues. You'll probably get TK'd a couple of times before he gets used to shooting at Chaos.
Player 6: Oh my gawd, you have problems with something as simple as that? ****ing noob. Why don't you just get off and go play Gears of War or something?
Player 4: C'mon guys...don't start this up. The game's about to start, and it's my first one of the day...and I'd like it to go smoothly. Lag doesn't help.
Player 6: You can shut your face too! Wha-what is that name anyway? There are like 5 numbers at the end...that's retarded.
Player 2: And yours is better? Mr. PotatoHead43? What are you, like two?
Player 6: Screw off!

(GAME VOICE): Launching mission in 5...4...3...2...1...

Player 6: REALLY? This map again?!
...
Are you kidding me?! I got generated into the vehicle slot too!!! What the ****!

Player 3: Dude, can you please shut up? The game hasn't even started and I'm already hating this match.
Player 4: Yeah man, c'mon. Calm down or at least turn the damned mic off.

(GAME VOICE): Mission Start

Player 4: So is this a standard death match?
Player 1: Yah...just stay away from me...I may or may not accidentally shoot you intentionally.
Player 4: What does that even mean?
Player 2: Just...ignore him man.
Player 6: You bitches ready to die?!
Player 3: Oh my god, would you SHUT UP?!

[To be continued]
 

DreadnoughtDT

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Buhahahahahahahaha! Brilliant, man. Brilliant. I take it you got this one from our conversation last night? XD
 

Dante's Stalker

"Outrun this!"
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Gahahaha!! That is sooo entertaining BD! I love hearing the convos going on during these matches - and why is it there always IS that one idiot everyone does want to shoot dead?
More pwease! X)
 

BlueDevil

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-----4.2-----
5 Minutes Later

Player 7: Mr PotatoHead...shut the hell up.
Player 6: YOU shut the hell up!
Player 7: Oh my god, muted.
Player 3: HAH, it looks like the Chaos team is having problems with that- OH SON OF A-
Player 6: Land Raider splatter bitches!!!
Player 4: C'mon man...let's all gang up on his tank.
Player 5: I have a missile launcher.
Player 3: Hey! GoldenBuns has a mic, whaddya know. Where are you at?
Player 5: I'm at spawn.
Player 3: SPAWN?! What have you been doing this whole time?! We've already gotten half way across the damn map!
Player 5: Oh...sorry...I was washing the dishes.
Player 1, 2, 3 & 4: Awwwwww REALLY?!
Player 5: Sorry...
Player 6: UH...SUCK IT!
Player 3: What the fu- where did THAT come from?!?! Oh it's on now motherf***er!
Player 2: Who's controlling the Devastator squad on our team?
Player 5: I am.
Player 2: Of course it's you, Mr. "Oh look at me, I get into matchmaking and then don't play the game."
Player 8: PotatoHead, move your tank, I see one of 'em.
Player 5: Well, I'm sorry...my parents wanted me to do the dishes, so I had to.
Player 2: You could of logged off so someone who would actually play would fill your sl-
(GAME VOICE): Miffed Monkey1 Has Team Killed Mr. PotatoHead43
Player 6: WHAT THE **** WAS THAT FOR ASSMUNCH?!
Player 8: Oh shut up, I said move your tank because I had a shot. You didn't move so I fired anyway, and you got hit. Deal with it.
Player 6: YOU COULD'VE WAITED!
Player 9: Stop yelling, and he did wait. Next time, cooperate.
Player 7: Is that douchebag still yelling at things?
Player 10: Yeah...sadly enough...
Player 6: Man **** you!
(GAME VOICE): Mr. PotatoHead43 Has Team Killed Miffed Monkey1
Player 8: Really, dude? Just...really?
Player 6: YES REALLY!
Player 7: That guy killed you back? What an ass.
Player 6: **** you too, nut-face.
Player 9: He can't hear you, y'know?
(GAME VOICE): Mr. PotatoHead43 Has Team Killed Sephirousy
Player 9: Seriously, this guy is getting on my nerves.
Player 6: I was gettin' on your mom's nerves last night.
Player 8: Jesus...you are lame.
Player 4: This is just what you would expect from Chaos Marines. They're not fighting us, so they end up killing eachother instead.
Player 3: You are a ****ing nerd, dude. Aw WHAAT THE ****ing ****, you piece of ****, I will rape your ****ing mom you sack of ****, are you targeting me to run over specifically ****-face?!
Player 2: Ahahah! You got owned!
Player 3: Screw you too, man.
Player 6: Yeah, you want some more! Bring it on!
Player 3: That's IT! I'm going to MURDER- WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!
Player 8: Gotcha.
Player 3: Well...at least it wasn't PotatoHead.
Player 6: What the hell man!!! That was MY kill!!
Player 8: Since when? I didn't see your name on it. Besides, it still counts for the team. Understan- oh what the crap?
(GAME VOICE): Mr PotatoHead43 Has Team Killed Miffed Monkey1
Player 6: Who's laughing now?
Player 8: What is wrong with you. Why'd you team kill me?!
Player 6: Because you took my kill.
Player 8: I did NOT take your kill. I simply KILLED. Stupid.
Player 6: Oh well, my kill counted for the team too.
Player 8: IT DID NOT! KILLING ME...your team mate...DOES NOT COUNT FOR US! It counts AGAINST US. Spell it with me...A. G. A. I. N. S. T. Against!
Player 6: Shut up.
(GAME VOICE): Space Marines win.
Player 4: We won? How did that happen?
Player 3: Mr. PotatoHead43 happened. While he was still a ball sucking nanny-whack, he helped us. What have we learned today.
Player 5: That our enemies...are our friends?
Player 3: Indeed we ha- WAIT NO! Potatoface is not our friend. Just nevermind.

~fin~

Just so you guys know, players 1-5 were on a team, while 6-10 were on the other team...in case that wasn't obvious xD.
I totally wasted a whole lot of time doing this just because, and DT, yes, it was partly because of the discussion we had the other day.
 

BlueDevil

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-----5----- Armored Core for Answer ----- 'Defend Line Ark' Written Adaptation

A warm, morning glow washed over everything at this hour. The ocean below shined with a glittering dance as small waves rippled about, crashing against the support beams holding up the massive bridge belonging to the Anti-League corporation known as Line Ark, a corporation who believed in the rights and choices of the people, not the corrupt government that the League had become.

Massive, towering city buildings, victim to years of war, peeked out from the blanket of water that seemed to stretch on for an eternity into the horizon. Though the Lynx couldn't feel it, he knew that it was cool outside, and it just helped paint the beautiful, yet somewhat unsettling scene before him.

Although, this was not the most magnificent in view, for several meters away from the Lynx's NEXT stood perhaps the most notorious NEXT at the current time, aside from the rank 1 Otsdarva and his NEXT, Stasis. White Glint, Line Ark's one and only NEXT, stood still, an angelic aura almost seeming to form around the AC as the morning sun glorified it with bright, yellow rays of light.

White Glint was the Lynx's partner on this day, both of them sent to the front line to defend Line Ark from League attackers. But, unlike any other attack on Line Ark before, the League finally sent what could possibly be the killing strike against Line Ark. It was none other than Otsdarva, piloting Stasis. He had a partner as well, a NEXT that the Lynx didn't recognize. Even the model frame was completely new to him.

The Lynx and White Glint stood still a little longer, as Otsdarva's voice erupted over communications, "Those slimy politicians, with all their empty calls to arms. 'In the name of Liberty.' Pfft, I'll sink the whole lot of you to the bottom of the ocean. You ready, Fragile?"

Another voice, this one younger in sound, came over communications as well, "Preparations complete."

"Hmph, good to hear." Otsdarva responded in a monotone. "Move out."

The Lynx looked down at his NEXT's radar. Two massive heat signatures had appeared, and they were closing in fast. The two League NEXTs were overboosting.

The Lynx's operator suddenly came online, "Commence mission. Cooperate with White Glint and eliminate the League NEXTs. We've detected two enemy NEXTs. Stasis and Fragile. Stasis...it's Otsdarva, the rank 1 Lynx! The League isn't holding back."

"White Glint operator, Fiona Jarnefeldt here." A beautiful female's voice called over communications. "I appreciate the assistance."

With that, White Glint's overbooster powered up, and the NEXT blasted off straight at the two enemy NEXTs. The Lynx stayed close behind, his overbooster engine powered up as well. Within seconds, White Glint and the Lynx clashed with Otsdarva and his partner, Fragile.

The Lynx engaged Fragile while White Glint battled the Stasis NEXT.

[To Be Continued]
 

BlueDevil

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Heyya peoplez! I made a comic for my girly, but I figured I'd let everyone else see it too, just to be nice >:3

This thing took me around two hours to make, considering that I had to play a game of Halo (with myself, using three controllers)...take all of the screenshots, Upload and edit them on Photobucket, and then upload them onto here...so...YOU BETTER ENJOY IT AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT!!!!

Here it is:

Blue Guy = Me
Pink Girl = Her
Purple Guy = Barney...yes...the big gay dinosaur...because she and I both utterly hate him XD


>_> I have to post it in parts though.

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