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!
[SIMILAR] part 5The two strike team pilots fell through the air toward the city bellow, not even bothering to open their parachutes. Didn't they care about their lives?! I did, cause I needed at least one of those pilots alive, I needed their memories to find out who or what those eyes were, and I can't absorb dead people. Opening the side door of the cockpit, a gust of cold air hit my face. I was pretty high up, and maybe too far away to use glide and catch them. I summoned my Whipfist and let fly toward the falling pilots. At first, I though that I was out of range and that I would lose my objective, which normally happen, but right now I didn't want to make a slip up. Lucky, I was able to catch one, and I reeled the poor bastard in, I watched as the other fell into darkness of the streets, out of sight among the moving mass of Infected, which quickly began swarming at the area the body disappeared.Jumping from the helicopter, for which I had no more use for, I glided to a nearby building with my v
Kingdom of the Undead part 5FET stared into the fire of an oil drum, wondering what exactly to say. She could feel the stares of the survivors burning her scalp, obviously wondering why she had purple hair. This was always a common question people wondered and asked, but the truth was she didn't know the answer. She just figured that it was a genetic mutation from her DNA that didn't allow her hair to change back to its original brown, which FET severely missed. FET didn't mind the stares though, she was used to people thinking she was strange or weird. True, she wasn't a human entirely, but she was still as beautiful as she was fifty-six years ago. However, due to the circumstances, FET did not show her true form.When she had escaped the horde that had been following her for over two days, the mindless and hungry brutes ran into the survivors. After a quick firefight, along with the first appearances of special infected on FET's trip, the famous four had made their way up to a rooftop, where FET, remembering a
[SIMILAR] part 4All I could see was its eyes, its yellow cat-like eyes. In the darkness of the night, they seemed to stand out, glowing as if they emitted their own light. I was totally paralyzed, transfixed by them. The sound of the helicopter seemed to fade away, as well as all the thoughts from my mind. Only the hypnotic eyes concerned me now. They seemed to be searching my face, darting around in a quick manner, until the slits widened. I'm not sure, but it was almost as if the owner of the strange spellbinding cat eyes seemed to recognize me. Then just as quick as they had appeared, the eyes vanished; it vanished.The world came back slowly, so it took a while for me to comprehend what had just happened. The helicopter was hovering stationary, the propellers making that signature rhythmic beat that was almost as fast as my heart was or would have been beating. Can't tell anymore if I have a heart or not.What was that? Was it real? The idea that it was something my mind had created, a sign I was
[SIMILAR] part 3A bird flew past me as the sun started to sink behind the skyscrapers, casting oblong shadows about. It was not a raven, but a dove, a beautiful white dove, such I creature rarely seen in this landscape. It was probably released from a pleasant celebration. Wanting to gaze upon the beauty a bit longer before it flew out of sight, I caught it in midair with my Whipfist and held it in my grappling claws close to me. I inspected it then, taking note of the fineness of the feathers, the curve of the talons, the innocence it possessed. It seemed scared yet strangely calm, its little eyes looking at me with curiosity and fear. It was so fortunate to be viewed as a bird of peace, so lucky to be born with such a title. People would not harm this creature given its status and fairness, and it would explore lands I will never get to know. It was free and without trouble. And I wasn't. My grip tightened.There was a sudden crack, a silenced squawk, and red blood spattered its little white body, n
[SIMILAR] part 2I hate Hunters with a burning passion.Especially when there are about twenty of them, not including three Leader Hunters, trying to rip your guts out while a strike team helicopter is gunning for you. And this all happening at eight o' clock in the morning. God, I hate Mondays as much as a normal person would, which is saying something.I made a quick dash, catch, and consume, grabbing onto the nearest Infected while dodging the clawing charge of one of the large fleshy beasts. Everywhere I looked, dead bodies were walking, small pick-me-ups when I was in need. They had all been civilians of a marvelous and popular city at one point, spending their lives in light of another day and future. But now the city of New York was in ruins and it's inhabitants mangled into corpses, possibilities and happy tomorrows snuffed out like the candle of a birthday cake. But there is always a bright side. At least with no more civilians, there is no more traffic; meaning didn't have to worry about gett
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