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[SIMILAR] part 7"When we hunt, we kill! No one is safe, nothing is sacred; we are Blackwatch! We are the last line of defense! We will burn our own to hold the Red Line, it is the last line to ever hold!"I spoke this verse perfectly, never faltering, my voice raised high as I chanted it in the soldier line. This motto was one of the first memories I had ever gained; yet I couldn't quite say who was the owner of this memory anymore. My Web of Intrigue is now a dense forest, with thousands upon thousands of memory neurons connecting and interconnecting to form a mesh of vines, or at least that is how I picture it in my head. So many memories, so many people, their screams forever echoing in the vast caverns of my tortured mind, haunting me. About ten percent were people who I had meant to kill, who truly deserved to die for the truth, my truth. I lament the many innocent lives I smashed, stabbed, and swiped away, the futures I stole from this cruel world of mine.Most of the time, I don't like to think
[SIMILAR] part 6I had to ascertain what this "new threat" is.That's what I kept telling myself as I entered the heavily fortified Blackwatch base with my commander disguise. I had made sure to pick the highest-ranking official I could find, one that could gain access to restricted information. To better assure my success in this mission, I had deactivated the Infected Detectors that surrounded the base first. This has become a habit of mine, now that security has tightened like a python's hold. I couldn't be too careful, especially here; I didn't want to get caught here. In the old days, I could just go and destroy the armies that stood in my way, but now that I'm becoming outnumbered, I always stick to the shadows.The first thing I noticed when I entered the base were the Super Soldiers. They were everywhere, almost outnumbering the amount of ordinary Blackwatch personal. When the city had been taken over by the Infected, because of Blackwatch's mistake, their numbers had steadily increased to a hu
Kingdom of the Undead part 6"Eat lead zombies!" FET shouted as she mowed down infected left and right with a small machine gun she had found earlier. This was just so cool! Here she was, brawling it out with the undead, the Survivors at her side like her best buddies. She and the Survivors had been through some tough shit in the last day or so, and her relationship with them had progressed to a semi solid trust, which was a pretty good in a group situation like this.They were on their way, slowly but surely, to Mercy Hospital for evacuation. FET couldn't remember what was going to happen when they got there, but she was having way too much fun killing zombies to care. She was worried though, and the others were too. Their venture had taken them through trashy streets, cold subways, and to FET's dislike, a fool smelling sewer. Along the way, they had stopped at a multitude of safe-rooms to catch a breather, heal up any open wounds, and chat about the little things, like what they'd miss and left behind, how many
Portal: Mocking Bird songHush little Chell,Now don't say a word,GLaDOS is going to get you,A Wheatley Orb,And if that Wheatley Orb is rude,GLaDOS is going to get you,A Companion Cube,And if that Companion Cube isn't fun,GLaDOS is going to get you,A Portal Gun,And if that Portal Gun is fake,GLaDOS is going to make you,A chocolate cake,And if you discover,THE CAKE IS A LIE,While you're dying I will be,STILL ALIVE!
Aposiopesis' Music is Poetry MemeAposiopesis' Music is Poetry MemeOkay, this one is for all you aspiring poets out there! A little something to get the creative jouces flowing if you're feeling like you're in a poetical rut...or if you just looking for that extra spark of inspiration. Here's what you do:1) Cue up your musical playing device; make sure it's set up to shuffle.2) I'm going to give you a time - 1:32, for example.3) Go to that time on the song and write down the first full sentence (or it's closest equivalent) that you hear. If it's in the middle of an instrumental, just wait for the first set of vocals you hear.4) Write down that sentence, then create a poem around it.5) Try as much as you can to make the meaning different from that of the original song.6) The poem doesn't have to be long, just go with what feels right.7) You also don