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Ground zeroGround zero
By The Shadow Demon
Request by Lasserine
(People into various)
“There’s no way I’m going to loose!” Megan said with a smirk as she looks in her mirror unable not to smile as she was a shoe in to win. Living in a small town of Pumpkinstine or known as ‘the capital of Halloween’ respectfully given for the towns love for Halloween and for most town or cities they would just celebrate Halloween for the day or the week but not Pumpkinstine. For the entirety of October they celebrate it with the day itself beginning a huge costume fiesta. Giving a spin, giving the mirror a great three-sixty look of her and the costume she was wearing. The eighteen year old wore a beautiful sparkling purple with pink decoration patterns mermaid tail with a matching top showing off her mid drift and some of her cleavage, her wavy shoulder length brown hair hidden under a long violet wig. Megan just smiles unable to hide her excitement, hearing her phone ringing,
the Blood of HeroesIt was the middle of the night and the lab in the Guardians headquarters was quiet. That didn’t last as the door opened and three young people entered. “Um, are we going to get caught?” Stupendous asked, looking around nervously. “And isn’t there an alarm in here?”
“Don’t worry, squirt. Polygirl’s sound asleep in Gordon’s room. There should be enough time to do what I need to do,” Hnekakal said as she went over to one of the machines in the large room. “And I took care of the alarm.”
“Are you sure you know how to work that thing?” Testament asked.
“Eyup,” the Native woman replied as she started pushing bottoms on the control panel. “I memorized how this do-hickey works. It only looked like I wasn’t paying attention.”
Testament crossed his arms. “I’m not sure that it’ll work the same way on you that it did with me.”
She turned to him and thumped
Backblast part 2In a secluded area of Stranger Industries where they wouldn’t be monitored or interrupted, the owner of the company was meeting with Warbuster’s pilot. “So what have you found out?” the masked man asked his employee.
“Well, I poked around the records and found several discrepancies in the inventory going back nearly a year and ending soon after Backblast appeared. So whoever he is, he probably works here since he knows how to manipulate our system, or at least has someone here doing it for him.”
“Hrmm,” the Stranger murmured unhappily. “At least Long-Reich had the decency to become a supervillain on his own time with his own money. Anyways, anyone know what you were looking for?”
“Nope, I kept the reason why I was doing it to myself. No one suspects anything.” Warbuster’s pilot paused before adding. “Well, I think Poly might. She actually found a couple of the discrepancies while looking for parts and p
TMNT 2012 Chapter 16: What Doesn't Kill You...Chapter 16: What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger
Mona froze unsure what to do. There were at least thirty Foot bots on the front yard and that's all they could see, who knew how many more were on the roof or trying to get into the house right now. She glanced to her left, Leo, Raph, Donnie, and Mikey were still really injured and lying on couches or chairs. Although they were hurt, their senses were on edge along with their bodies.
“Mona,” Lotus began slowly. “We need to try and talk to them.”
Mona looked bewildered at Lotus, “Are you crazy?”
“Look if we don't they are just going to attack. Nia and April can grab our weapons while we head out there and try to talk to them,” Lotus offered. “What else can we do besides stand here?”
Mona gritted her teeth, “April, Nia. Please grab mine and Lotus's weapons. If things get bad protect the guys at all costs. Notify Splinter and Casey of the situation.”
Nia and April n
Trust Machines Writers' GuideTrust Machines Writers' Guide v1.07
Imagine a TF booth with a twist. Outside is a single control, that sets the duration of the change. Put some money in (or any token - has to be an object, doesn’t much matter what), the duration display comes up. Set the time to thirds of a day, 1-3 days, 1-3 months or 1-3 years, touch to confirm. Two doors appear - bits of the wall of the booth just vanish, rather than sliding or irising out of the way.
Inside the booth, between the two sides, is a transparent interface panel. Once a sentient (to the booth’s definition - not drunk/stoned/too young to be responsible) person enters a side, the door vanishes again.
The interface is largely touch-based. The center is taken up by the currently selected image, which follows the movements of the person on the other side. An array of ‘bubbles’ around the edge of the image show variations on the central one. Touching one changes t
Trust Machines - Venn-ything Goes #01"Hey guys!" the blonde girl called out and winked into the camera, the black haired boy next to her doing the same.
"So,-" she continued, "-it's been a couple of days, but now Johnny and me are back with the first episode of our video blog Venn-ything Goes. Since the last episode was kind of introductory, we've decided to label it #00. We got a ton of feedback by you and you had some really crazy-shit ideas regarding our next transformation. We'll tell you the winner shortly, but before, Johnny and me would like to tell you how the eight hours in each other's body felt. To do so, Steve has interviewed us shortly after we changed back. Here's the video!"
The image changed to that of a living room. On a couch, Amanda and Johnny were sitting, but in the next moment, they seemed to have switched place.
"Yes!" exclaimed Johnny, patting his groin. "It's good to have ol' Willy back!"
Amanda rolled her eyes. "Pah. Was it so bad having to give up your companion for eight
The Emissary With the sun’s smoking rays lingering at my back and the city disappearing into the storm-purpled distance, my eyes met the dusty twilight. Though my heart was drumming in the cage of my ribs with passion and verve, the girl in my arms was no longer breathing, her skin growing cold under my shadow. The desert under my feet seared my soles and served no other purpose than to remind me that I was going home at last. I looked over my shoulder, clutching her closer, knowing she was the only relic left from that city, from the city that took Nirestria. And she was the only thing that could nurse my forest home back from the smoldering mess it was left in the wake of the war.
Though I was ashamed to fathom the single remedy for my home was the very unholy thing that wrought its obliteration.
Huffing half in desperation and half in exhaustion, I fumbled forward on joints of glass and
JazzLensJasmine Fowl, a young woman, who regularly had a lot of lustful eyes upon her, was shielded by a number of scientists. She was at Deluxe City for a special experiment. Jasmine heard these people "geek out" on the subject of many different things, notably things like "probability," or "possible side effects," but they were too much for her 22-year old brain. All that mattered to her was which rich man she was going to see.
Jasmine found time to comb her long, curly black hair, as it ran down her beautifully browned skin. She looked like a copper woman, shining all around. She normally would be wearing revealing clothing, but she was wearing a pink shirt, with blue tights and white shoes. She had a well-rounded body, or at least, she figured.
"Miss Fowl, you understand that there are risks?" scientist asked. She only made the universal agreement sound. "Very good, it seems like we can begin."
A plump, blonde haired woman, possibly older than the scientists, walked up to her hear ho
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