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Outgrowing the Convention
It was a fairly busy afternoon at the Westin hotel. Hundreds upon thousands of people had turned up for this year’s Anthrocon, and as a result, there were little to no rooms to spare for people who weren’t part of the event. Thankfully for two of the people involved, they had a room sorted.
Phil and his friend Dave had spent most of the morning checking out some of the artist events and other events at the convention, deciding to take a break for lunch. The two of them had met through the website Furaffinity, under the names of HG3300 and Rooth, and had struck up a friendship fairly quickly. It was due to this that they were able to arrange travel plans to the convention, as well as being able to share a room together.
“Well, so far so good!” Phil said as he sat down in the hotel lobby, looking over some of the things he had bought so far. “I haven’t even made a large enough dent in my wallet yet, how about you?”
“I’d say I&
Gift for YOUNGFAN196752: Harsh LessonsJason Todd, the Red Hood shoved the two figures into the empty room. One was a young man, the other a little boy; they were both bound and had bags over their heads. He shoved the young man first. The young man was obviously of some means; his suit, stained and torn in a fight, was well made. The little boy whimpered as Red Hood shoved him into a corner. Red Hood then removed the hoods.
"Hello, Kane brothers, missed me?" said Red Hood. He kept his helmet on.
"You sonofa--" said Dr. Joseph Kane.
"Now now, not in front of your little bro! I see you're recovering nicely."
"No thanks to you!" Almost a year ago, Jason had nearly killed Joseph. Joseph had been making a remarkable recovery; Jason had left him crippled and nearly dead. Jason was surprised that Joseph was even capable of walking; then again, he broke Joseph's cane when he captured him.
A soft whimpering was heard from young Sam Kane, "Batman will save us, Batman will save us."
Jason turned to Sam. "Batman will save you? You sho
Town of FulfillmentBetty was driving through the highway and was entering a small town in the country, called Hidsire. She was going to visit her friend Betsy, who were both friends since high school, and became roommates in college. But after college they went their separate ways.
“Why would Betsy move to a town like this,” Betty said to herself.
Betty was a photographer for a fashion company. She was a 120 lb 28 year-old, brown hair, and had the body of a model. However, Betty’s plans were shattered, when many model agencies rejected her. The only job she could get was a photographer job. When Betty was driving through the town, she noticed that many of the women were overweight. They were above 200 lbs and some were being feed by men, who were enjoying this.
“What is wrong with these people?” she said as she stopped her red car in front of a house. Betty went up to the door and rang the door bell. “Betsy would never move here.”
When the door opened a blo
[Vocaloid Fanfiction] Iced Heart [KAITO one-shot]
I never understood popularity. Or the obsession with money. Or anything at all, really. I couldn't understand people's feelings, or their actions. I never saw the reasoning behind choices that others made, and I didn't feel the emotions that everybody else had. I was an empty shell, with just enough of a soul to continue living. So many told me that they liked me, my personality, my blue hair. But what did that mean? Why did they 'like' it, and what about it was special? And what exactly was my 'personality'? Crying when I rejected them; why? What made them sad, and why did they shed tears?
My brain consisted of calculations and gears, all juxtaposed in a perfect line. As far as I was concerned, I needed nothing more. The data stored in me was enough to get me through life, and that was fine with me.
I am not a robot. I am a human, but specially trained. When I was around five years of age, they hooked me up to a machine and programmed me. What they say is what I do, and I don't care.
Post MortemThough it had been derelict nearly one hundred years and the man inside was a long-frozen corpse, the life pod that drifted into the scanning radius of salvage ship Belfor still beeped its distress signal. Like a weak old man who had fallen and couldn't get up, quietly begging for someone to come in through the door, the pod had plead uselessly. Aboard the salvage vessel, a four-hundred-foot sleek cylinder with angel wings and orange paint, skipper Zhon Eltek decided the pod was worth boarding.
It had been a slow six months for him and his crew of five--his wife Klato, son Rha, brother Utin, his wife Belat, and their son Roga. They had managed to cover their expenses by hauling an ex-navy minesweeper out of an old battlefield for the commonwealth, and for a time had ferried iridium between the Oort Cloud and Proxima Centauri. But barely breaking even was not enough; Zhon was going to perform the EVA himself and see if there was anything worth taking.
On the command deck the crew
Burdens of the PastBurdens of the past
Play song #1
The sound of tires tearing through the earth rang out through the trees as the engine of the warthog roared, the ever quiet forest disrupted by the sounds of a machine being pushed to it’s limits. The large dirt path that carved through the trees curved and twisted making it almost impossible for anyone to see ahead of them for more than a couple hundred yards or so. The man behind the wheel didn’t seem to mind, almost careening into trees every time he made a turn, no... Only one thing was on his mind. Finding who had sent an ODST kill team after him....
Ghost checked his tac pad which he had now wired as a make shift GPS to track the ones he had been following as he slammed the pedal of the warthog to the floor sending it forward as fast as it would go. He knew they were holed up in the ONI HQ a few hundred clicks North of his position, he wanted to get there before t
PTPPE: Holiday Gifts I*Holiday Gifts I*
I thought it would be a nice idea for all of us to go out and buy eachother something for the holidays. We all went to separate stores on separate sides of town; Spike went to the bad side of town, Wesley went Downtown, Emily went Uptown, and I went to Chinatown. Why Chinatown? Because of all the cool stuff in the shops. The very first shop I went in looked promising enough by the looks of it, a bunch of jade sculptures, decorated urns, and awesome looking paintings. Lesse... Half-naked Geisha painting for Spike, Some easy-going oriental music on a CD for Wesley... hmm... what should I get Emily?
"Looking for something particular young one?"
I was a bit startled when the owner walked up behind me, but it's to be expected from ghosts with no footsteps. He was an old oriental man with a long thin mustache, and long hair (balding on top), not only that but he was HUGE he must have been over six feet tall in his prime, I couldn't really see his eyes through his dark-tinte
X's new Reff
Race: 50% Black 25% Mexion 25% White
Skin color: Tan/light brown
Body: He has a well fit body (6 pack, strong legs, Strong arms (not big but has muscles ))
eye color: Bright green
Hair color: Blonde
Birthday: April 20 1997
Birth place: chicago
What he is: V2 (the new vampires)
likes: singing, tree climbing, reading, swimming, baseball, running, wwe, boxing, Video games, Card games, Handcuffs
dislikes: Bullies, Math, smoking, rich people, Drinkers , baking, playing football, sluts, stuck up people, someone who fakes it
fav. food: (blood) pizza rolls
fav color: Dark red
type of songs: rock, hip hop, rap pop
Theme song: Just like you three days grace
love song: let me love you Mario
Break up song (to the girls who broke up with him): Burn it down linkin park
fighting song: Trapt headstrong
Friends: Snow, Leo, night, ahry, avalon
people who he dislikes: sam, sierra
Crush (s):Kelly, Harm (Different rps)
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