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Anthromon Wars - Trapped Part 1I awoke in a small room, regaining my train of thought, I remembered, my tank had been struck by a Charizard Tank. In front of me on the floor was a weird black device, I picked it up and looked at it, it glowed on one side and had a button on it. I played with it a moment, then pushed one button on the screen, a light appeared out of the other side, as bright as a flashlight.
Commander Flinch - "Hello? Are you there?"
Soddenly, a face appeared on the glowing screen. It was a Anthro Mewtwo. He sounded like he's in his 30's or 40's, the background was black in it. He wore a battered commander's uniform.
Michel - "W... who are you? Where am I?"
Commander Flinch - "Oh my... listen to me, you need to get to where I am. It's not safe where you are with that...... thing.... roaming around."
Michel - "H-how can I trust you...? You're... some kind of monster..."
Commander Flinch - "My dear boy, my name is Markus Flinch, I have no intentions to hurt you. I want to help you... d
OC Bio - DocName - Doc
Species - Human
Full Name - Brendan Q. Joseph
Age - 25 (real age 965)
Height - (In human form) 6.7 feet
Birth Place - America (Actually was born in a small village in England)
Family - All dead of old age (once had a mother, a father, two brothers and a sister)
Abilities/Talents - Unbelievably persuasive. Greedy. Extremely greedy (Is that an ability?). Doc doesn't have much strength in him, he doesn't enjoy killing anyway, he knows the pressure points of your body, he'll push a pressure point, shut your whole body down.
Powers - Shape shifting, he has the ability transform into any creature he wishes, even ones produced in his mind. He is able to do vore by shape shifting into another species, be it real or fantasy, and controlling his digestion. 100% resistance to disease, parasites, fungus, bacteria, viruses, and all other illness.
Personality - Caring (sort of). Understanding. Responsible. Responsible with money. Short tempered. Green thumb. Light alcoholic. Rea
How I Write Science FictionThis is a "How to" for making the tech in your story.
First - A base of your story, of course. Science fiction is basically a story where there's a science that doesn't exist. Or it could be about the future, space aged adventures, or an invasion by non-terrestrial life.
Second - Psychics that seem to work. For space travel, as Einstein proved to us with his theory of relativity, traveling faster then the speed of light is a scientific impossibility. So, in your story, how are your space aged astronauts get to a planet within moments? A good, believable way to travel through the void of space is wormholes. In your story, research first, take the information and bend it, therefore the psychics seem feasible to the reader. The math on wormholes work, if we could make a wormhole we could end up at another part of the universe. Who here has played portal? I have, it would basically be like portal, you'd look through the wormhole, go through it and your instantly there, like stepping t
Nuke'em LoreHere's some lore on the history of the Nuke'em Research Facility for any new friends out.
Nuke'em, also know as N.R.F is a highly advanced facility that controls almost every product in America, they were founded back in 1932 by Mr. Markus Nuke'em, a retired 52 air force scientist from Groom Lake. The facility was founded in LA as a small science lab but quickly grew in power as staff invented more and more items of interest to the public. At first, the facility was called the United Countries Of Research. This was founded before the United Nations so they didn't represent them or anything. It was called that because it's where hundreds of scientists from all around the world would met.
In the late 1950s, United Countries Of Research was well known. They made designs and tests for everything from nuclear bombs for the military, to shampoo products for the public. The military soon realized this was a small unprotected building with the world's greatest minds gathered ins
C.H.D Battle..."Where are they?" A hazmat soldier asked nervously. The C.H.D set up camp at small abandoned farm. "Remember men, protect the town at all costs." The commander said. They were aimed with MP7s and they were wearing black military combat uniforms and gas masks. Behind the buildings was an M2A3 Bradley. There were three buildings. Each building had no glass on the windows and it had no doors. They ducked behind makeshift barriers.
It was midday. There were faint explosions in the distance and white flashes in the hills. There was a heavy fog around the camp, they could barely see. Out of the fog... at the top of the hill appeared out of the mist, three stumbling figures, glowing white eyes.
"Why are... why are they just standing there...?" Asked a soldier, aiming his SMG at the three, the three figures were accompanied by four more. Then more came, then even more.
"FIRE THE BRADLEY!!" Roared the commander.
The soldier sitting out of the hatch noticed the commander and&
World War 3 Episode 1 Part 2Two of those checkpoint officers walked up some stairs in a building. The one in front was a foot taller then the one in the back. He had a 245 on his upper arm. The one in back had a 137 on his upper arm, they both had the same static voice through their gas masks.
First. Lieutenant. 245:"I must of ran over... four teen rebels today in my SWAT Spartan APC on petrol today. I was fun watching their dumb ass bodies splatter." David said.
Sec. Lieutenant. 137: He chuckled. "Yeah. They're idiots. All they have is weapons from the early 21th century. I mean, projectile artillery? They don't even have heat guided artillery!"
They chuckled. A soldier shoved by them. He was in blue urban camo military armor uniform. He had a gas mask and his gas mask's eyes were red, he had an assault rifle that looked like a laser, unlike the ones the checkpoint officers had that fired actual bullets, he looked and acted like a robot when he shoved them.
World War 3 Episode 1 Part 1The year was 2073, and what was known as the Nuke'em research facility was now known as the Dedicated, a new goverment of the U.S.A. They promised everything to the American people. Because the new president was a scientist of the facility, they thought "What could go wrong?"... well... that was 8 years ago...
A car drove up a small road. It was brown and grey, point worn off, all rusted. It was about 2:00 AM in the morning. The road was a right that was mined out in between mountains, there was living grass, everything was dead quiet, there was a skeleton of a deer lying on the side of the road. It looked like it was a forest long ago, but now, all the pine trees were lifeless, burned into blackness, not a single speck of green anywhere and the night was full of smoke.
The car slowed and stopped at a 12 foot wall, it was attached to the sides of the mountain, it had a door in the middle just big enough for something like a tank to fit through. The other side of the wal
Team Nuke'em InfoType of faction / organization - A team much like that of Rocket or Plasma but they wish to take over the world in the name of peace...
Capital / Headquarters - Kanto Region, Celadon City. Unova, Castelia City
Technology - Assault rifles and pistols, high powered tactical vest
History - Long ago, accidentally created a gene altering virus that evolves Pokémon into a mega Pokémon, killed 90% of all life in the Unova region by creating the Deoxys Illness, a type of illness that generates horrible Deoxys like features on the body
Gender For Troops - 70% for males 30% for females for troops, 50% for males 50% for females for scientists
Information - Team Nuke'em is a team from the world of Pokémon. They're a group of peace lovers who only want world peace! AND GLOBAL DOMINATION. They believe the only way we can achieve world pe
Central Health Department Info Bio ThingyType of faction / organization - America's health
Capital / Headquarters - San Francisco, sub headquarters New Jersey
Use On DA - RP's / Artwork
Technology - High powered armored hazmat suits, laser barricades
Vehicles - M1 hummer, M2A3 Bradley, M35 cargo trucks, V-22 Osprey, AH-64 Apache
Weapons And Firearms - Combat Knife, MP7 with grenade launcher / mini shotgun and laser pointer / flashlight, SPAS-12 with laser pointer / flashlight, high explosive laser trip mine, M4 carbine with grenade launcher / mini shotgun and laser pointer / flashlight
History - Saved Italy from a deadly flu in 1984, saved America from the American Black Plague, over powered by the infected of the unknown illness in dead zone
Gender For Troops - 80% males, 20% female
Information - The central health department (or CHD for short) is a combination of the HECU from Half Life and th
TG Caption This: Turned Into A Olympic Swimmer
TG Caption This: Turned Into A Olympic Swimmer
Mike was a fantastic swimmer, he trained every day and had won many prizes as well as competitions, but one day his younger sister gave him an odd swimsuit it covered most of his body resembling a girls one piece swimsuit but his sister assured him it would be fine. He didn't want to upset his adorable sister so put it on and went to the back of his house for a swim (such a good swimmer had to own a swimming pool). He dived in the cool water flowing against his body, for some odd reason it felt nice to swim in the tight fitting swimsuit, as he started to swim his concentration went immediately to his strokes, swimming through the first length of his pool, his body hairs fell off, that wouldn't bother him he was planning to shave his legs to be more hydrodynamic. He completed his second length his large square shoulders made for powerful stroke seem to round and get smaller nothing to noticeable but enough to be seen. Going on to his third
TG Caption This: Don't Leave The Toilet Seat Up!
Well, now I've gone and done it. You may be wondering what it is I've done, well, let me start from the beginning. I was you're average guy in a rented apartment with a female roommate. Arrangements were simple, the rooms clean, except the bedrooms which were a mess, no matter how much we cleaned. Hmm, before I continue I should tell you about myself. My name is... was... umm, Chris, just call me Chris. as I said before, I'm an average guy. Neck length dark brown hair that never looks tidy no matter what I do with it, thin build, a bit of stubble, you know the drill. Now I like to think I'm a nice enough guy. I keep the door open for anyone passing through, I serve others meals before I serve myself, I try to keep out of peoples business when they want me too, I'm always scarce when my roommate has friends round, unless they want me around, etc. But I do have a habit that my roommate hates, and it's why I'm in this situation to begin with. Let me recount the tale for you all.
Deep Purple (Lugia Vore)
Warning: This story contains scenes of Vore. If you don't like Vore, I strongly advise you not to read this.
But if you do like Vore, enjoy!
It was just an average day for me. School. Homework. Xbox. This was how I lived every single day as a seventeen year old boy. But what I didn't realise was that today would be very different.
It would be a day that would change my life forever.
It was about, I dunno, say nine o'clock at night? I was playing, yet again, on my Xbox. My parents had left on an important business trip to Hoenn, and left the entire house to me. After all, I was sixteen years old. We all thought I was old enough to manage by myself and our large house on my own.
Boy was I wrong…
Anyway, I was relaxing, playing games, talking to friends online, eating the lasagna that my mom made for me. I was generally having a peaceful, enjoyable time. After a while, I thought I heard some sort of odd commotion goin
Dragon-Girl Feeding HabitsWisps of steam and polite, muted feminine voices filled the warm air. Occette sighed, sinking up to her neck in the pleasantly hot waters of the spring. A princess by birth, Occette was accustomed to extravagant luxury, but the tranquil, rocky environs of the hot spring, where she and five other equally nude princesses currently relaxed, was a treat even to her royal sensibilities. The large, circular pool was over 100 feet in diameter, with the center being quite deep, and ringed by tall, impenetrable rock formations except for a single small path that lead to the exit/entrance of the area, providing ample privacy. It was no ordinary hot spring either, of course, or else such a collection of female royalty would not have all been attending at once. Indeed, this spring was situated in a strange and fantastic land know as Felarya, and was fabled to provide longevity and lasting beauty to any virgin maiden who bathed in it . . . and the spring itself
Morning Spells ( Hijack, Kids )" Mama! Mama!" " M-m-ma-ma-ma-ma!"
Hiccup opened one green eye, only to quickly close it, pulling his hand up casually over his mouth to hide his smile.
Jack giggled softly against the pillow, he knew what Hiccup was up to.
The twins came rushing in, and though they weren't quite able to climb up on the bed, Frost still attempted to, and December resolved to gently poke Hiccup.
With Daddy's help, Frost made her to perching on top of Jack's back, then rolling over him and squeezing space between Jack and Hiccup.
" Mama!" She squeaked.
Hiccup restrained his giggles and Jack lightly bit his own tongue to stop from laughing.
" Mama!" Frost squealed a bit louder, determined to get Hiccup's attention.
" E-a-s-s-st-ter-r." December whimpered, attempting and failing to climb up in the bed like his sister.
Then they both looked up at Jack at the exact same time.
" Okay, okay, Daddy will handle this. So you see, Mama's under a spell-"
Both of the twins gasped simulta
Gone (Contest entry) Simon hadn’t moved in a week.
They had been about to go on another adventure, just the two of them; Lewis had told him to be at the wide meadow an hour’s walk from Yoglabs by noon. The spring day had been clear, and Simon had taken his time walking down the beaten path to their usual meeting place; he was late, but Lewis was used to that. The sky had been a brilliant robin’s egg blue, the poppies were nodding in a soft breeze, and birds chirped softly as they flew overhead on their daily errands.
The sky was clear now, and he hated it. How could the sun be shining like nothing had happened? The sky would be eternally gray for him now.
He’d heard the struggle before he’d seen it, the worn boots which clad his feet scuffing up small plumes of dust as Simon increased his pace. One hand had risen to adjust his horned helmet in preparation of a fight. The sounds had gotten louder as he’d approached: voices raised in anger and d
Tg Caption: Anything to Win“What would you do to win?” my coach asked. We were standing in the locker room, outside of the pool, my first time meeting this new coach.
“Anything!” I replied. “I won’t settle for anything less than a gold medal.”
I had participated in the last two Olympics and gotten third place in every swimming event. People congratulated me, but the bronze was not good enough for me. I wanted gold. I needed gold. My last coaches had all failed to improve my time; I fired each and every one of them. Hopefully, this new coach was competent.
“That’s what I want to hear,” the coach said smiling. “Don’t complain about what I’ll have you do.”
“I am willing to do anything you ask of me, but if I don’t see any improvements after a month, you’re fired.”
The coach laughed. “A month? You’ll see results far before that time.”
I was skeptical. “And what would you have me do?
Spirits Broken and Bloodied"How many did we lose?"
Fallenstar pressed his Deputy as he met him on the way back to the battle. Spiceshadow licked his jaws, covered in blood that had apparently belonged to Quickwind. The fight had ended while Fallenstar was away, distracted by the birth of his three...no, two...kits. Warriors and apprentices herded caught PebbleClanners towards MoonClan territory, and others carried fallen or injured Clanmates.
"We haven't counted yet, Fallenstar," Spiceshadow answered calmly, he himself carrying a lifeless Dewstone on his back.
"Fallenstar!" a voice called out as the MoonClanners pushed past their leader. The tabby looked towards the source of the voice that rose among the constant drone that he was used to in his ears. He made out the dark shape of Endlesspaw, whose fur began to shine a silver in the rising sun as they trekked across the open PebbleClan territory back towards the heavy forest of MoonClan.
Endlesspaw was carrying a limp figure on her back as well, much like Spice
Attack on Titan: Marlo x reader (short)
The Military Police: A prestigious branch of the military, if you ask me. Higher (superior) authority, boasting a healthy mixture of justice and responsibility. Be you one of the people who could handle being called "someone who wants an easy way out", it was the place to be. It wasn't until after joining the Military Police that I finally had a routine, and identified with purpose. There had never been any doubts, even from the beginning, this is where I'd end up. There was far too much to be said about the Brigade, and yet here I was; struggling to find any one of my comrades throughout the town. One day of nothing exciting happening, and the squad scrambles to do whatever they want. No one had a sense of the regimen we were suppose to follow. One slow day, and everyone assumes they can take off. I was well aware some of them had used illicit ways to guarantee their spot in the Military Police, and yet this stunt had still flipped my expectations on every single one of
Pokemon short stories: safe place to sleep, Arbok?"HEY! BRENDAN! WAKE UP I MADE BREAKFAST THIS TIME!" I got out of bed. I had a horrible night terror last the night and I wanted my friends downstairs at breakfast. I walked in the kitchen and sat down next to Totodile "Hey guys I had a horrible night terror" they stopped eating and looked at me "what kind of nightmare?" Aerodactyl! asked. Then I said nervously with a small sigh "W-well? its kind of f#@%d up." Aerodactyl looked at my with a funny look "try me..." then I sighed "O-okay... I was strapped to a gurney in a dark room with two flashing lights next to me as I watched a play back play back of all the episodes of Fraggle Rock then I realized... I'M IN HELL."
Everyone stopped eating and looked at me like I was covered in bugs. Then Typhlosion broke the silence "Damn..." after diner I had a quick time boxing in the work out room and I went to lay down. Just behind Arbok slithered down the hallway. Arbok got in front of me "Hm? oh. Hi Arbok, nice to see you." I didn't know what she
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