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The Legendary Whiner, originalThe Legendary Whiner
As far as the weather was concerned, Maoui was convinced that something had it out for her. The day was bright, hot and incredibly moist in the plainsland- as was the norm for where her tribe lived during this season, but the young catgirl -clad in nothing but her natural brown fur and a traditional youngling's multicolored chest and waist cloth- couldn't really help but feel that someone or something was making it specifically so that she had a hard time trying to acquire her dinner.
In this case, dinner consisted of two fish. More specifically, fish that had been caught earlier in the day from a river that wasn't too far away from their village. They had set up the amount of fish caught in a rather big net, next to a just as big bowl that would be used for cooking and cleaning the fish as needed, if needed. There were big fish, little fish, red fish, blue fish, more fish than she could care to count. The very sight of it made her mouth water.
'If only those two w
Acro Storm Vehicle Art Wanted Help Wanted
Currently searching for a few good people to assist in a game project, currently titled Acro Storm.
Acro Storm is a high speed weapons-based hoverbike racer, similar in spirit to games such as WipEout, Extreme G Racing, and F-Zero (although the last has no weapons, it's certainly fast).
Currently, we need futuristic vehicle concept artists capable of designing and making various model sheets for interlocking parts of a hoverbike vehicle (Head, Body, and Wings) designed for customization purposes. There are four stats for bikes (Top Speed, Acceleration, Handling, and Power) and there are planned to be three types of bikes in the game: Sport, Cruiser, and Pocket. In terms of size, each bike can roughly correspond to the real like Sport, Cruiser, and Standard motorcycles, as defined on Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Types_of_motorcycles
Sport Bikes- Sport bikes are the average style of bikes here, being generally good all-around workhorses. Top Speed, Acceler
Neaion vs. Tearbite.Big Game Hunting in the Deep Blue Sea
'If you don't know where the enemy is once they have fled, make them come to you. Taunts, coercion, appearance of weakness- a foe is hard pressed to resist attack if you seem disadvantaged. Feign unwariness, overconfidence, even foolishness. When they show their eager hand, strike and cut it off.'
Raedia, 45th Queen of Planet Jahlia
"...Where is he...come on!" The insectoid alien referred to as Rem was frantically zipping hither-thither across the small area of the rather wide expanse of ocean.
"...He's underwater. Would've figured that you'd have noticed that much," Neaion responded dryly- she was never exactly fond of water, per say, but it was a necessary evil she'd learned to live with. Still, this was more water than she'd appreciate, really.
"He THREATENED me! That can't go unpunished!" Rem cried indignantly.
"Oh, hush for a minute, will you?" Neaion sighed. 'Good help is so hard to find...'
The duo were now
OCBZ: Alien vs...other Alien.Bored. Bored bored bored.
That about summed up Neaion's current state of mind. Utterly bored. Again. She had spent a fair amount of time playing it low-key after her last altercation, wandering wherever might be seen as interesting to her. She'd seen mountains, forests, and rivers and lakes that'd she'd found fairly refreshing, but overall it did little but evoke memories of conquests past, of grand and bloody battles she'd overseen, and memories of times where she was certain she was the baddest thing on the planet, no matter the planet.
Sadly, THIS planet was proving to behave a bit differently. She'd seen a wide variety of beings- beings of such power that even rivaled her own. Individually, at least. She'd yet to bear witness to a group that would have been a match for her standing galactic army, and that thought brought Neaion a small amount of comfort. Well, it wasn't THAT big of an issue, really. She'd taken on armies herself (literally) single-handedly and still easily c
OCBZ vs. AtalaMassively tall towers. An abundance of them, too. There were parks (both in the air and on the ground), railways, even a lake. It was, all in all, a very pristine place, and certainly looked like the type of city you could leave your doors unlocked.
Of course, Neaion knew better than that. More than one planet she had come across had a vibe similar to this...and she had found that usually, the forces that keep places so nice and orderly aren't so nice themselves. Herself included. No, this was not an unfamiliar sight to her.
'Few organics, mostly robotics...oh, yes. Someone's keeping a nice tight leash on things here,' she mused. While it had been easy to get into the city itself, she was still unsure of the power of this world's inhabitants. Hence, she had elected to play 'nice girl' for now and keep her tantrums to a minimum. (Which was a shame, she personally believed that letting your emotions out properly was far better than just letting them stew.)
Regardless, she was rather irri
OCBZ Neaion IntroNeaion was pissed.
No, scratch that; she was beyond pissed. She was downright murderous. Which technically wasn't much different from her usual demeanor, but this was rage-induced murderous, not her usual 'I'm bored, lemme kill something and hope it dies funnily' murderous.
Of course, no one would currently be able to TELL that she was murderous, considering she was all by herself, in what she could surmise as the ass-end of nowhere. There was absolutely NOTHING for as far as she could see, save for the skies and dust being kicked up by the errant wind every now and again.
"Accursed traitor..." she grumbled to herself as she rose a few feet in the air. All she could tell was that it was relatively warm. Not uncomfortably so fortunately...were it cold, her skin would've been complaining loudly by now. As that thought settled in her mind, she couldn't help but grow more infuriated at the occurrence that had just happened.
She had just more or less finished with yet another successful cam
A Fisherman's TrialA Fisherman's Trial.
A simple tug on the line, and that should have been it. Instead there was an erratic jerk, and as the fisherman watched his dinner escape him yet again, he let out a soft sigh as he reeled in his now baitless line; his breath moving out in small, curling wisps, only to dissipate into the air.
It seemed like everything was dissipating lately. Having been let go from his somewhat more lucrative job as an accountant at a rather local law firm, the family's finances had begun to wane- his wife was in little condition to work so soon after giving birth to their latest bundle (a lovely little girl they had named Melody), and thus couldn't pick up the slack in a feasible time frame. On the other hand, his older daughter was only 14- not old enough to even get a part-time job yet. At least, not without breaking child labor laws.
Thusly he had decided to turn to an old love of his- fishing. He had always fancied himself a rather skilled fisherman, being able to bring
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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