L4D: Survive the Horde (Part 2)Down in the streets a human dashed, a smile spread across his face with every swing of the katana he held. Infected blood painted the skies as bodies slowly fell to the ground, creating a sort of pathway that the male would use. He continued his sprint through the streets, letting a psychopathic laugh rumble from his throat as he stabbed one undead through the face. In a rough manner, he shoved his arm to the right, managing to rip his bloody blade out of the corpse's skull with a sickening 'crack.' As he swung his blade away, he found that it got stuck in something else; his laugh was increasing to a rather hysterical tone at the site of a body at his feet, and a head somehow skewered onto the tip of his katana.
The grey-skinned male from earlier was witnessing all of this, as he sat silently atop the railing of what used to be a motel. He had to admit he was pretty amused at the moment. No Survivor he had ever seen had enjoyed killing every walking Infected in sight ever. S
L4D: Survive the Horde (Part 1)You've heard many stories of zombies, correct ? All those movies, telling how the world falls down to a sort of virus that makes everything and everyone as we know it completely lose it and soon fall into a zombie-like status? I bet you thought that all of that shit would never happen but I got some grand news to tell you.
You were fuckin' wrong, my friends.
A low chorus of moaning slowly made its way down an alley, followed by the crash and clutter of trashcans and dumpsters. All of these various sounds bounced off of the alley's walls, creating a rather eerie, and also deafening, echo throughout the area. For a few moments, there was nothing in sight you may think that everything was so, due to possible 'ghostly' figures treading within the shadows. However that isn't the true reason ohhh, not at all.
The low chorus grew louder louder gradually raising in volume every few seconds. It soon split off as a roar of rage boomed and bo
Slenderman (Part Two)"SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!"
Despite the earlier incident with Alethia just a few minutes ago, Izarin had gone back to simple sprinting and cursing, as before. His speed increased greatly, but by now, he was starting to slip within fatigue. His pace was slowing down slowly by every couple of minutes that he ran, and due to this, he has now a foot or two behind his brother.
"C'mon, get a grip!" the elder Sakuraba shouted to his brother, taking a quick moment to glance back at Izarin. It wasn't long before he shifted his frosty, narrowed clear blue gaze back forward. He did so just in time, too; if he had looked just a moment later, he most likely would've crashed into a tree. Once making a sharp turn around the wooden trunk, the orange-haired teen gave off an annoyed grunt then continued to sprint. Off in the distance, he saw a speck of moonlight darting through the trees. Through narrowed, focused eyes, Neku gave off a small smirk as he spotted a beach-like area and like any ot
L4D ApplicationWell I've erased any data I've had for DGM, as well as TWEWY. I'm probably only gonna be working on two stories at a time; currently, those two stories will be based off of Slenderman and Left 4 Dead.
Let's get started with the L4D stuff, yeah?
So, to sign up a character, fill out the form below;
Human or Zombie: ~Humans are referred to as Survivors, while zombies are referred to as Infected.)
Zombie Type: (Types are Hunter, Witch, Smoker, Spitter, Boomer, Charger, Tank, Jockey, Guardian, and Common; ignore if you chose to be a Survivor/human. Look at my character 'Dokusei' for the Guardian description.)
Weapon(s): (If a Survivor, must have at least, like...a pistol or something.)
Anything I'll Need to Know:
~If you want, you could make more than one character.
Geuleol Gibun-i Anil...Venting, yeah? Yeah.
I...just can't take it anymore. I feel like I'm about to blow any day now. These issues with my mom...it's been going on too long now. She used to be so nice back then...but soon after I turned five or so, she kept cracking my heart little by little. The woman I knew for the three years before (since I could remember), the actual motherly-like woman, was slowly fading away. She broke promises that she made to me because of her work piling on top of her...
...And as the years passed, it seemed to get worse. Yes, she kept on breaking her promises. Yes, she seemed to drift even farther from not only me, but the rest of the family as well. It kept on going on and on, all through the past seven years. As I got older, I seemed to be cared for less and less. Nowadays when I come in contact with my mother, it's usually for something she forces me to do...which almost always ends up in an argument. It's like...I've become her personal slave. I keep wanting to think that she
Sweet SerenadeA still, soft, quietly spoken voice
Is just enough to make me rejoice
The voice of a certain one,
And just that person no other, none
When you're in distress,
I reach for you.
Can't stand to see a saddened mistress;
Can't deny, it's true.
I wish to comfort, I do however,
It's all I can do; it'll stay that way forever
Wishing, not doing
The thought stays in my mind, cooing
I feel guilt, having not done anything,
But it all flows away, when I hear your voice ring
You're here, that you are,
And it relieves the pain to my scar
Just your presence soothes me,
It just leaves me in ecstasy
Your voice is a melody,
So soft and so sweet.
It's safe for me to say
It's my sweet serenade.