'Humanize the enemy' experiment: successful?"NO! What the everloving fuck am I DOING!? I can't RUN AWAY. I'm no coward. Turn, turn and face fear. Face it, clasp your hands together and char-... oh. Right."'Humanize the enemy' experiment: successful? by Michael-777
Lana coughed a sheepishly sickly grin, spewing out blood onto the near wall as she turned on one leg, spinning around to glare down the few-dozen meters back towards her opponent. Gritting her teeth, a gurgle of a laugh shaking up through her throat as pain rocked her flayed torso where her arms had been.
Twin lances of hot white energy shot from the holes in her torso, mixing with the blood still pouring down one side and ash caking the floor on another. Taking staggering, heavy-gaited steps as she began to focus; golden irises constricting to tiny pins in snowbanks. Lana's ghostly bones began reforming into a state resembling matter; her right arm, the one cauterized and ashen began to take vague shape resembling the one she'd lost whilst the energy-bone-tentacle taking up her left arm was bloody and red, almost radiating wi
Your hunting sense won't save you!Hearing the fading wet sounds of the demon as it crawled away from her and the building whose wall they'd damaged, the smaller girl - a young woman of appearance about ten years old gritted her teeth as she focused all willpower on the edge of unconsciousness into her legs, forcing her tired, drained muscles to pump blood and adrenaline. Slowly rising onto one knee, she heard a charging noise - particles gathering unto a focal point, air ionizing. She jerked her head up in time to see the enemy had junctioned itself between a handful of bamboo on either side, both monstrous mechanical arms forcing them apart; sniping at her with a concealed firing port in its deformed left shoulder.Your hunting sense won't save you! by Michael-777
Willing, brain screaming at her to MOVE, she struggled to shudder in fear, let alone regain the acuity to dodge with any semblance of ability. Squelching her eyes shut as the charged particles lanced outwards, from the treeline beelining straight at her. A searing heat overwhelmed her senses as her bo
Trishanku's heaven revisitedMoonless nights in the Bamboo Forest of the Lost were usually quiet, this one was destined to be so also, were it not for two new arrivals, outsiders - entities foreign to Gensokyo, careening through the bamboo fields, locked in intense combat with one another, fingers upon two pairs of humanoid arms interlocked, foreheads met in unflinching zeal, uncaring, unfettered for collateral damage sustained to their environs, though both were close-to-yokai enough that they would stop short of endangering an obvious bystander.Trishanku's heaven revisited by Michael-777
Unfortunately, the weather had turned unfavorable for combat; a harsh thunderstorm had come over the forest, rendering unaided visibility extremely poor, thus the two outsiders were locked in a grapple as they flew through thickets of bamboo; one a massive, monstrous drider-like female, the other an unusual fairy-sized redhead.
Thunder and rain roaring above their combined screams of fury amidst intense battle, they slammed into the gated fence of Eientei with a sickenin
Terror wins.Son of a BITCH! SONY PUSSED OUT ON US!!!Terror wins. by jollyjack
For f**k’s sake. Terrorists are not under your bed. They are not hiding around every corner. They are not in the seat next to you. The few that are out there only win if you start to think they might be.
In 2005, a gaggle of weak-minded twits blew themselves up on the London Underground. I and 1.2 BILLION other passengers per year still use it. Could another attack happen? Of course. But so could fire, flood, collapse or accident. You could get hit by a bus as you exit the station! There are a thousand-and-one terrible things that could happen to you today and, I assure you, unless you live in some third world sh*thole, the odds of a random yahoo causing you physical harm for political or religious reason is one of the least likely to occur.
By watching The Interview in theatres, you would have been more likely to choke on a popcorn kernel than get caught up in any kind of threatene
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