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Comments: 3754
ShortySmith In reply to density-tmr [2013-10-05 19:21:05 +0000 UTC]
Thanks. I wish I could remember where I got it for.
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JuXX-chan [2013-03-21 21:20:56 +0000 UTC]
Happy happy birthday
I wish you a nice day with a lot of fun and happiness
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Mobis-New-Nest [2012-09-16 02:39:09 +0000 UTC]
All that could be heard was the beeping of the heartbeat monitor that was hooked up to the young girl who was in critical condition. She lay there in her hospital bed unconscious. A breathing respirator was hooked up to her nose. Doctors did not know when she would wake but if she did she would only see through one eye as her other eye was badly burned in the explosion that happen in Deviant Tower. Balthier, acting leader of Team Gratitude had held the frail hand of the little girl. He stared at her, and felt nothing but pity and remorse as the beautiful girl who once sang with her guitar was now silent and the skin that shown yellow was now faded to a pale white. Her good eye suddenly half open. She looked over at Balthier. “Lisa?” said Balthier with excitement in his voice. “Bal…thier” replied Lisa as she half smiled. She felt exhausted; speaking had felt like it knocked the wind out of her. “Don’t talk my dear, please save your strength” replied Balthier but Lisa would not comply “Mobis…is he…” “No he’s not hear...” Balthier’s reply was cut off by Lisa “He’s alive…dreamed…of him…the city…I.R..” “No more talk my dear, rest” Balthier said, he grit his teeth when he heard I.R mentioned. The merciless beast was the reason she was in this hospital and what he wanted more now than ever was squeeze the life out of him. Suddenly his rage had turned to panic when Lisa’s heartbeat monitor began to beep out of sync. Nurses rush into the hospital room “IS SHE DIEING?!” yelled Balthier but one answered him as he was pushed out of her room by nurses who were working frantically to resuscitate little Lisa. The curtains to her room were drawn and the door slammed in his face as he nearly stumbled out of Lisa’s room. Balthier’s heart beat harder and harder as his thoughts of impending death happening to Lisa threw him in a traumatic state but he did what little he could to remain optimistic and keep himself from losing his nerves. A few moments later a doctor step out and closed the door behind, Balthier rushed at him as if to shake the truth out of him “Is she going to be alright? Please tell me you saved her” said Balthier. The doctor’s long silence and look of grief on his face was enough to tell him that the worse had happened. “I’m so sorry, we did everything he could, if you wish for me to tell the other in the waiting room…” the doctor was cut off by Balthier hand who gestured for him to stop speaking “I will break the news to them” said Balthier. He walked to his comrades in the waiting room and with every step he thought of how he would break the news to them. When he turned the corner to the waiting room, all eyes were on him. “Is alright?” asked Sheva as Chris had held her hand “Can I give her, her guitar now? I fixed the burnt wood to new” said Clank. In that moment Balthier let slips a tear “It is with great unfortunate news that Lisa Simpson is…” he couldn’t finish as he wiped the tear from his face. There cries of anguish and anger coming from his comrades but one man stood up from his seat walked towards Balthier. He was dressed in his district attorney suit that was party burned due to an explosion he barely escaped from. Half of the left side from his face was so badly burned that the eye was lidless, his skin burned right to the muscle and all the hair on the left side of his scalp was burned away. In his left hand he flicked a coin repeatedly then spoke “Heads I.R dies and tails says he lives?” said the man with burnt face “He will not die, we took an oath never to break the one rule of Mobis-New-Nest, as much as I want to see I.R. suffer the same fate, killing him is not right” “IT’S NOT ABOUT WHATS RIGHT IT’S ABOUT WHATS FAIR! YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD BE GRATEFUL PEOPLE IN AN UNGRATEFUL TIME BUT YOU WERE WRONG, THE WORLD IS CRUEL AND IT SHOWED YOU THAT WHEN MOBIS AND LISA DIED. THE ONLY MORALITY IN A CRUEL WORLD IS CHANCE, UNBIASED, UNPREGIDOUS AND FAIR. I.R. HAS THE SAME CHANCE THAT MOBIS LISA DID, 50/50!” yelled the man with burnt face “Harvey you are upset and I know…” but Balthier was cut off by Harvey “DON’T PATRONIZE ME!” yelled Harvey and then he flicked his coin one last time, it landed in the palm of his hand and then he took his palm and placed the coin on top of the knuckle of his other hand. It read heads “So it was written, so it shall be done” said Harvey with a serious look on his face “If any of you are in sync with me on this then help me put this monster six feet under but if not then don’t get in my way, from here on out there is no more thanks for the fav” Harvey turned and made his way for the exit of the hospital. Sheva pulled let go of Chris’s hand and followed Harvey. So did Ratchet, Booker T, Samus and Megatron. “So this is it? This is how Team Gratitude ends? No more thanks for the fav? DO NOT DO THIS! THIS IS WHAT I.R. WANTS! WE TOOK AN OATH!” yelled Balthier but his voice fell on deaf ears. The team was broken, Lisa dead, Mobis dead or missing and city now overrun with I.R., General Bane and Dr. Nefarious thugs. All hope had now fallen to you.
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shut-up136 [2012-09-02 15:05:10 +0000 UTC]
Thanks for adding "Glee- Brittana chibi" to your favourites.
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ShortySmith In reply to yuchi1994 [2012-08-28 15:06:39 +0000 UTC]
Oh my he is...you should hear the storyline i have for ya...it is as saucy as the chocolate sauce on his body
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yuchi1994 In reply to ShortySmith [2012-08-30 14:11:04 +0000 UTC]
Looooooooooooooool please do tell XD
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ShortySmith In reply to yuchi1994 [2012-09-02 14:43:25 +0000 UTC]
I may have to note you the idea
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ShortySmith In reply to Penny6 [2012-08-29 12:24:22 +0000 UTC]
Very welcome
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ShortySmith In reply to Mousaklas [2012-08-26 11:05:58 +0000 UTC]
No problem, I love your work!
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ShortySmith In reply to ShadowofChaos666 [2012-08-24 12:55:07 +0000 UTC]
You are very welcome
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ShortySmith In reply to KuroHitsujiSama [2012-08-24 12:54:51 +0000 UTC]
You're welcome
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Mobis-New-Nest [2012-08-22 16:10:44 +0000 UTC]
You kept shooting while pumping your shot gun and with every shot the T1000 or better known as the Troll 1000; staggered back which each buck shot impact. You fired again but only a heard a click without the sound of combustion from exiting shell cases. Your heart races as you look forward, you see the Troll 1000 gain it’s balance again and watch as the holes you shot into its chest regenerate. The facial expression of the Troll 1000 turns from pain to a wide grin as it wags it’s finger at you and shakes it’s head in emphasizing how shameful it was of you to think you could take it on with a mere shotgun. You take a step back and ready yourself to turn and run, you don’t know where to run to but as long as you stay alive to get away from it. Suddenly the expression of the Troll 1000 face turns from huge grin to surprise as it looks passed you. You turn and see a face that is half human and the other have torn of flesh that reveals cybernetic eye with a red pupil and a partial metal forehead. His leather jacket was torn and shred beyond repair. The right sleeve was missing along with his entire arm; leaving only few dangling wires. His pants partially ripped; though his black boots still remained in tact and unscathed. Despite all the damaged he suffered he still stood tall, holding a grenade launcher with one hand. He aims it steady and fired. The grenade shell punctured the Troll 1000 stomach and exploded. Now the Troll 1000 stood with the lower half of its body intact but the entire upper body was bastardized. It stretched up into one side and bent over the top as if his whole upper body took a morbid C shape with his head dangling at the end. The Troll 1000 was unable to keep its balanced. It stepped back and fell off the platform and landed in molten steel. The Troll 1000 quickly surfaced from the hot molten steel; cussing in pain that was emphasised in every language known to man. As you look down from the plat form, you see the Troll 1000s head and one hand sink into the molten steel; it gives you one last huge grin and the middle finger before dissolving completely into the molten steel. You turn and run back to your protector who now leans on one side with his hand “I need a vacation” he says exhaustingly “We did it, we beat the Troll 1000” you say while your protector half smiles and says “You mean I beat it” he gains back his balance, then puts out his robotic fist and you bump them to commemorate a job well done “My mission is done” he says as he starts looking around for something, then sees what he needs and walks toward it. Taking a wired switch from off the floor he turns to hand it to you “I cannot self terminate, you will need to lower me into the molten steel” you stand there perplexed staring at him in shock “What? No!” “My mission was only to thank you for faving a piece in Mobis-New-Nest gallery and protect you until the Troll 1000 was terminated, I fulfilled my objectives. I mean this in no way towards you but you humans are destructive species it is in your nature to destroy each other but I cannot let myself be a pawn in your atrocities” he presses the button on the control switch and suspended chains rattle towards the edge of the platform. You stand in his way in an attempt to stop him “Please no, you don’t have to do this” “I’m sorry” he says trying to move past you “NO! I ORDER YOU TO STAY! I FUCKING ORDER YOU TO STAY!” you yell as you beat your hands on his chest. Your tears begin to well up in your eyes then escape down your cheeks. The Terminator takes his finger and wipes the tears from your eyes “I know now why you humans cry, which something I can never do” he says and he leans down to hug to you. You hold on tight, savouring the hug as if it were the last drop of fresh water you ever drink again. In all humans you ever met in your entire existence, this machine had more humanity then all of them put together. He was there to keep your bullies away, He was there for every birthday, he was there when you lacked optimism so he gave it to you, he was there to mend every cut and scrape you got. He never raised a hand against you, he never held a grudge towards you, he never spoke ill of you behind your back, he never told you couldn’t do something even when it seemed impossible for you to do it. He was there even when he didn’t have to be and he always listened to you until today. He pulls away from you and then reaches inside his jacket to his breast pocket “This is for you” he hands you photo of you and him at the Justin Bieber concert where you were hiding from Troll 1000. In the photo you’re plugging your ears while sticking out your tongue at the camera man and the Terminator has an expressionless look on his face while wearing a shirt that read ‘I HAVE BIEBER FEVER’ you half smile given how sad the situation is. The Terminator rose and made his way to chains. He hands you the switch and then he grabs a hold of the chains while mount one foot in it’s loops. He turns around to look at you and wait for you to press the switch that will lower him into the molten steel. You press the button and the chains begin to lower “Goodbye” says the Terminator. Those words shred your heart. You walk closer to the edge, looking down at him. The Terminator’s boots begin to burst into flames as the surface of the molten steel begins to touch and consume them; his pants follow along with his mid body but as he keeps sinking he still looks up at you. As his one hand lets go of the chains he gestures a thumbs up to you as his upper body and head sink into the molten steel while is hand still remained in a thumbs up pose before he disappeared forever into the molten steel.
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ShortySmith In reply to Mobis-New-Nest [2012-08-26 11:05:43 +0000 UTC]
Wow...what a read! I love it when you do this! It lightens up my day and especially that you use Terminator! hehe!
By the way, you're welcome!
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ShortySmith In reply to homeworkkillsu [2012-08-24 12:54:35 +0000 UTC]
You're welcome...again
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ShortySmith In reply to homeworkkillsu [2012-08-24 12:54:17 +0000 UTC]
You're welcome
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ShortySmith In reply to Kurosama-76 [2012-08-24 12:54:01 +0000 UTC]
You're welcome
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ShortySmith In reply to SmwtPhotography [2012-08-24 12:53:48 +0000 UTC]
You're welcome hunny
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