Edited by dvorak on Dec 11th 2023 at 10:19:47 AM
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!"First of all, madame, it's a lynx, not fox. Second, god had nothing to do with it!"
"Warring atheist, I see. But what's wrong with your head, you poor thing? Why is it a head of a lynx instead of a normal, human one? Also, WHERE THE HELL AM I WHAT KIND OF INSANE PLACE IS THIS?!"
"It didn't hold a candle to that first Zaku kill, though."
"How bad is it?"
"...That's the thing. It all smells absolutely delicious. It's really hard to describe, but sort of imagine the best possible hybrid of German and Indian food, Bengali if I have to be specific, and add in some extra notes of... I don't know how they do it, I'm not a cook. All I know is, I get a whiff, and every time, I want to go and see what smells so great. And... bam, bowl of marinated crickets. Roasted pig brain. Rice-and-mealworm fry."
edited 24th Sep '15 8:04:50 PM by KillerClowns
This line is after my Main Character [1] become a heroic Hope Crusher and The Messiah:
Dialogue between a random vampire hunter and the one and only Count Orlok, a chief vampire:
"I...cannot remember. But I WILL MAKE SURE YOU WILL NEVER FORGET!"
One of my all-time favorite Badass Boast from my writing.
edited 9th Oct '15 9:28:39 PM by Gaon
"All you Fascists bound to lose."edited 13th Oct '15 10:57:15 AM by KillerClowns
edited 17th Oct '15 11:32:10 PM by dvorak
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!"You couldn't have been more needlessly petty to nature if you just... punched a flower."
Four 120mm shells crossed in flight with six 150mm shells. Knight One-Four's blowout panels on the back of the turret vented an ammo explosion as the driver leaped out of the tank and tried to set a record for the fifty-meter sprint. Flames emerged from the commander's hatch at the same time as the commander. The unfortunate man rolled on the ground still burning for a few moments, before Knight One-Three's gunner couldn't stand it anymore and ended their agony with a brief burst from One-Three's coaxial machine gun.
Ritchie was incensed. "That son of a-"
"He would never have made it. His lungs and throat were probably scorched, third degree burns over most of his body, shock, shrapnel trauma from the penetration. The fact he survived as long as he did was a cruel miracle. Lucas would have died in a minute or less anyways. Even if he didn't, the rest of his life would have been spent crippled and in total agony." Jeannette said softly. "That was mercy, Rich." She flipped to the radio. "Gerard. Ain't saying it was wrong, but don't let me catch your gunner doing that again."
edited 27th Oct '15 11:26:28 PM by Night
Nous restons ici.Kenneth did not appear offended. If anything he seemed amused, and the broad shoulder beneath his stained overcoat twitched in a movement that could have been a shrug or even silent laughter. "You will," he insisted. "It's going to happen," he continued, cutting through Cecilia's half-voiced protest.
"It's always that way," Kenneth went on. "It isn't morality, or fear or even sanity that keeps you from just offing whoever takes your fancy. It's the people around you. You can't just kill that rich gent over there for his purse, because what if he were Bill, or Elaine, or Bert, or any of those other friends you keep? But give it time, Cecilia. They'll wither and die, while you go on, fresh as a daisy. It'll happen again and again, until you see the gap between us and them. We're not equals; we're superior. Sometimes it takes a few decades to learn that, and sometimes it takes centuries. But believe me, kid, you'll learn that lesson one way or another."
Context: The story is about a woman who stole and drank an immortality elixir from an alchemist and is coming to terms withe the consequences. The conversation is her argument with a much older immortal over why it's wrong to rob or kill people whenever you need something, or for amusement.
edited 1st Nov '15 2:53:47 PM by Swordofknowledge
"Fear is a tyrant and a despot, more terrible than the rack, more potent than the snake." —Edgar WallaceIt was a fair walk from the train station to Rosalind's house, so Charlie stood for a moment beneath the shelter, putting off walking in the cold; he tied his shoes, adjusted his coat, pulled his hood over his head 'til it almost covered his eyes, and made his way up the hill to the sound of shifting gravel between his feet. The air was thick as he breathed it in, and he cursed his sister for never bother to get a driver's license, even after so many years in the country.
I don't know if this counts as a thing "from my own writing" because it's from one of my posts in the Roleplaying games, but I want to share it with you folks. This comes from a scene when a superstitious-former-priest-turned-constable "exorcises" a paper from the influence of demons by drawing a circle around it and mumbling chants in an unknown language. Just then an Inspector comes in and asks if he missed anything.
(START)
"You missed the part where I saved lives, Inspector." Billy said as if he saved the entire world itself and he truly believed he had, "There were untold quantities of demons waiting for the chance to strike in that paper, if I hadn't had the mind to exorcise them they would have overrun the entire city by now. As chance would have it, they had the power to destroy the whole world with it."
Suddenly his face turned pale when he came upon a sudden revelation, "Quickly, give me all the rest of the papers of the department! Who knows how many demons have infiltrated the sacred records?"
edited 16th Nov '15 3:04:00 AM by Victor_Skye
"In the grim darkness of the future, there is only war.""Well, well. Is that a Great Old One, or are you just happy to see me?" -Cypher/Cecil Albalogia]
SOLAR: "Word of advice: Don't try to meddle too much [in your friend's relationships]. Last time I tried to meditate my group’s relationship problems, we all ended up as belt buckles. So, just don't fuss too much about it."
edited 21st Nov '15 1:57:14 PM by handlere
Seen in the profile picture: the Gundam Flauros Rebake Full City, piloted by McGillis Itsuka, captain of the TurbinesJustin Henderson: Let me give you a hint, Streiss. It will NEVER end. Not until I breath my last, not until I am given the final rest deserved by such an abomination of flesh and metal. Until you kill me, I will continue my plans - a world composed entirely of metal. Dead of spirit. Dead of aspiration. Let this be a reminder of what failing means.
[Henderson looked at the prone form of the man Matthew and his friends had come here to rescue, and without even a change of expression, he fired a long, thin red beam from his left eye. Flesh seared and ripped, layer by layer, flesh by tissue by muscle by bone.]
[The young man screams loud and long]
Henderson: I hold no life to be sacred any more. Not my own, not the lives of these putrid examples of fleshy excess. Lest you accuse me of not remembering names, his name is Isaac Feynton II, son of his father, the first of the name. Ranked as a desirable bachelor at Yale. Known as a charming, good guy...but I enjoy his screaming more than his personality.
[As soon as the arm is severed, some small medical machines move into place, reattach the arm, and heal it entirely. Henderson reacts to this by blasting off the other arm and awaiting the machines to heal his prisoner.]
Henderson: Now, why don't you show me what you're really—-
[Matthew throws a sword directly through the screen showing the ghastly display of torture.]
Matthew: ...he's really lost all connection to reality. The guy Justin Henderson's...gone. Totally insane. In some ways, I pity the bastard. Should've just been allowed to die...
Sign on for this After The End Fantasy RP.The dark voice of Lord Eclipse announced, at first seeming utterly serious and then betraying worry in the pronunciation of his liege's name that something would go wrong.
It didn't just go wrong.
It went immediately wrong.
"I have decided to abridge and alter your pledge! And from now on, as long as Lord Eclipse reigns in your lands, you will state this pledge."
The gigantic seemingly intimidating dragon audibly cleared his throat and ahem'd once or twice. "I pledge allegiance to the most gigantic of gigantic dragons, Parallaxus, and during the Command of Lord Eclipse to which Parallaxus rules completely utterly and every day of every month of every year, one big dragon proclaiming his rule, uh...um...himself...undivisible and chaos and license for all. There's your new pledge citizenry! Go to my retail store - I'm slashing all my prices EVERY Friday, not just the African American Friday!"
And thus Parallaxus ended his announcement.
Lord Eclipse, off to the side, wished there was a desk to introduce his head to - the usual policy was to let him handle all the public speaking functionalities...so why oh why did he go through with letting Parallaxus do that?
Down in the school, everyone was too busy laughing to really pay much heed or dread to the proclamation. Thus, inadvertently, Parallaxus restored some semblance of morale.
A conversation through a door
"...What would you do if I said I was laid here lasciviously, naked except for stockings and a feather boa?”
There was a pause. “I suppose,” came the eventual answer, “I’d have to choose between you and the two glasses of G&T I'm holding.”