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ENGIE: PROTOCOL 1-1-3Zee Captain's note of summons had sealed my fate.
I felt a cold pull at my stomach. Something else was coming, re-awakened by the presence of Captain.
Something worse than the shuffling noises of the red beasts outside. The sound of falling cannonball.
Whatever that fleshy monstrosity was, it cared not for me, but it's presence here led ANNIE straight to me.
...And it came to pass on the morrow, that the goddess in the machine came upon me and she wanted vengeance.
She was online, the thermonuclear bombardment of the core databank cube had failed to shut her down.
She was still alive, after all these years.
The explosive crash-landing of the hunter machine through the old roof drew THEIR attention.
I was now between two wild beasts, out for my blood.
What was Protocol 1-1-3?
Memories of Directorate weapon codes lingered in my mind, poisoning my thought pattern.
Could it be?
...So this was to be my death.
ANNIE had let me know that she
ENGIE: IS THIS JUST REAL LIFE OR FANTASY?Dearest people of the past,
ANNET IS COMING.
It also comes in headband form:
Why are you all so happy about this?!
Don't be fooled by those cute cat ears!
SEE? I'M NOT CRAZY! SHE'S ALREADY STARTED TAKING CONTROL OF YOUR BRAINS:
LOOK INTO THOSE EYES AS YOU FEEL YOUR SOUL IS SUCKED OUT! FEEL THE TERROR!
The "NeuroSky Mind Wave" is a product you are able to acquire in stores for around $100 in your hideous time period, according to the calculations I've made today.
From the home page of NeuroSky: "It is our duty to preserve brainwaves so that we may continue to thrive as humans."
Charles snippy: TRANSFERENTRY: 377:
For several months of torture, the Directorate kept me in their offices, making me file paperwork on their "test subjects", all while I kept sending applications to the "Dead Zone tourism" branch, to get away from towering cubes of the Directorate, away from cities and transmitter towers that were slowly frying my brain.
Centuries of industrial pollution were inevitably changing the biosphere of our world and the Directorate knew it better than anyone, yet they did nothing to stop it, profit had to be maximized, production had to be increased, customers had to be satisfied. Holes in the ozone layer, irreversible changes in the atmosphere, radioactive fallout, wild-life mutations, the days growing darker and the sky turning black - none of this mattered to them.
These changes must have been so gradual that no single generation was able to protest it.
Everyone was happily, playfully, and joyfully ignoring the world outside o
Charles Snippy: DreamsEntry 382:
My personal online psychiatrist is making me narrate this nonsense down on the chip embedded in my tooth in hopes that someday I may be cured of my "incompatibility" with ANNET, or at least possibly reduce the "mild psychosis caused by work-related stress" as she calls it.
I know that it's not going to happen. The problem is something genetic and while those goons in the genetics department would love to get their machines into my brain, I prefer the lack of sleep and headaches to lobotomy.
I seen the reports on their test subjects: "total neural shut-down", "subject resists integration with the net, increasing the signal strength lead to damage to the 85% of the frontal lobe."
Call me old fashioned, but I like my brain the way it is.
I've had that day-dream again. Day-mare is more likely.
A flash-mare? Not sure what to call these, really.
The transmitter towers dotting this bloody city are making my life difficult, but not as difficult as the fact that everyone expects me t
PILOT: A CAPTIVE AUDIENCEEVEN THOUGH I WASN'T BORN A "LITTLE GIRL IN A STRANGE AND FORGOTTEN COUNTRY FORMERLY KNOWN AS GERMANY" , AND I CAN'T MAGICALLY TRANSCEND SPACE-TIME, SOMEDAY I WANT TO GROW UP TO BE JUST LIKE CAPTAIN... FOR SURELY EVEN A MICRO-SECOND REALIZATION OF CAPTAIN-NESS WOULD MAKE ME ONE WITH THE UNIVERSE.
I WOULD SHARE THE DOGMAS OF CAPTAINIA WITH ALL PEOPLES OF ALL COLORS, BUT MY ONLY CAPTIVE AUDIENCE IS SNIPPY AND EVEN WORSE, HE IS ONLY CAPTIVE BECAUSE I TIED HIM TO A COUCH WHILE HE SLEPT AND HE REFUSES TO BELIEVE IN CHURCH OF CAPTAIN BECAUSE HE CALLS HIMSELF "ATHEIST".
SUCH DIRTY WORDS HE SPEAKS. I COVERED KITTY-HAWK'S EARS. NOBODY SHOULD GROW UP TO BE LIKE SNIPPY.
JUST LOOK WHERE HE IS - TIED TO A COUCH AND YELLING OBSCENITIES.
SNIPPY SHOUTS THAT CAPTAIN IS "TROLLING YOU AND MAKING STUFF UP"
CAPTAIN LIVES NOT UNDER BRIDGES, I TELL SNIPPY.
I KNOW THINGS.
SECRET THINGS, THAT THIS SLUG IS UNAWARE OF. TROUBLESOME THINGS THAT CAPTAIN SHARED WITH
Captain: creative insultsI AM THINKING OF CREATIVE WAYS IN WHICH TO INSULT ZEE CANCER MONSTER...
HAS YOU ANY SUGGESTIONS?
Pilot: SHOEDEAR SHOE,
THAT'S RIGHT YOU ARE A SHOE.
THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT NOT BEING A SHOE BECAUSE IN MY MIND YOU ARE ONE AND THAT IS MOST UNFORTUNATE.
AS LONG AS I HAVE YOU CONCEPTUALIZED AS A SHOE IN MY IMAGINATION YOU SHALL REMAIN AS SUCH.
THIS MAKES ME WONDER WHETHER ALL PEOPLES AND OBJECTS CAN BE CONCEPTUALIZED AS SHOES AND THUS BECOME SUCH, GRANTING ME ABSOLUTE POWER OVER THEM. DOES SNIPPY HAVE A CLEVER ARGUMENT? NO HE DOESN'T, HE'S A SHOE. SHOES CAN'T HAVE CLEVER ARGUMENTS.
I FEEL LIKE THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD HAS BEEN LIFTED OFF MY SHOULDERS NOW THAT EVERYTHING IS UNDER MY CONTROL, NOW THAT YOU ARE ALL SHOES. I NO LONGER HAVE TO ANSWER TO MY REGRETS AND PAST MISTAKES BECAUSE THEY ARE SIMPLY SHOES.
I WAS EVEN ABLE TO PAINT PHOTOSHOP IN PURPLE COLOR (TO PLEASE CAPTAIN) AND SHE DIDN'T EVEN PUT UP A PROPER FIGHT BECAUSE I IMAGINED HER AS A SHOE.
MAYBE I CAN IMAGINE THE
Charles Snippy: COFFEESENTRY: 412:
This evening, I returned to into the City to fill out the reports about my first tour out into the Dead Zone.
Hopefully, they won't suddenly shut down the D.Z.T.R. Department and there will be more tours for me to "guide".
Today... was different.
A buzzing, hovering Hunter-Drone met me in the Airlock.
Must be a new thing.
Ah I see,
As I'm forever unable to access ANNET, someone up top must have programmed this contraption to follow me around, shouting things at me.
Thank you, whoever you are.
I never felt more ridiculous.
To top things off, I lost my coffee.
ENGIE: RegretsI was at first too stupid to see that we were no longer using ANNIE but Annie was using us.
She was a goddess in the machine, our search engine.
We used her to collect and share knowledge and in return she had started to use us as her processors. It was an unexpected transition and it took a long time, thus I failed to notice it, failed to stop it. The new organism had come to life in which we were only neuron cells of her massive mind, that spanned continents.
Humanity no longer had a chance to survive in it's current state. We had poisoned the oceans, we had scorched the earth and blackened the sky in our quest for power.
The world we knew was dying. I knew that this decade would be our last. The city would fall to the Zone, sooner or later.
Research notes from the last report of Charles Snippy terrified me greatly. They had found something horrid in the Dead Zone. Something that killed them all.
The Dead Zone Research and Tourism i
If your life sucks right nowRead this.
I've been realizing that a lot of people (including myself) is having a really shitty time in life. And it's driving me nuts. I'm usually not like this. I'm cheery and happy and always positive. But it's getting to a point where my good friends are having a crappy life too, and I wanna help everyone!!!! I can't take anymore of this negative-feelings in life!!!! So I'm going to write stuff here, that may or may not help you. If it does, great! If it doesn't, sorry; I tried.
If you're having a shitty day:
Go search for inspirational quotes/proverbs and write them down. All of them, some of them, whichever one catches your eyes, etc. Doesn't matter. Pick some and write them. That makes me feel better.
Treat yourself to some good food or drink or something; go spoil yourself! Who cares if you have homework or projects. You GOT to give yourself time and spoil yourself!!!
Tell yourself you've been doing good, reaaaaaaaaal good. Not in the
Man, what did I doSo I uploaded this as a curiosity and sudden realization
And my god, when I saw this afternoon the response, like 400+ comments? A hot debate I created about beauty, being natural or not. I kinda feel like a troll
But on to the point,
Please, I just want to say before anyone jumps into conclusions, I am neutral on the matter.
I don't care if wearing make-up is good or bad, or makes you look better or worse.
I'm just stating the obvious; people can be transformed by make-up.
My purpose of this is to actually show make-up is another form of ART, and to me, being the most important tool in my work, makes wonders.
Sometimes being natural is boring (NOT ugly I say), and my goal is to create characters that can't exist but are born and molded from my head to you by makeup. And they are not always beautiful, not to me. But I don't care.
I don't know if any of you get it, what I'm trying to say, or if it makes any sense.
But whatever, thought I had to say it. :
DecidedI decided. The poll says that the majority wants more web dresses... And you'll have them, but in a second time! I've divided the project in two parts: the first part is finished, and it includes Megaupload, Facebook, Google, DeviantArt, YouTube, Twitter, Yahoo, Wikipedia, MSN and Tumblr.
Tonight I'll upload the collection picture, Web in Vogue - Part 1. So the first part is done, and in the near future I'll make the second part, including other sites~ but now I'd like to make something different, like a Loli dress, it's so long I don't design lolita style. And there's a manga drawing I made two months ago that is still waiting to be uploaded XD
And I've read about some cool ideas in your comments, thank you. I'm making my own possible-project-list, and then I'll decide what to do! I'll take one or two weeks of pause.
Once more, thank you again for your opinions and support! ^.^
Out of wordsRant
I really should make a list with names of people who always come arround with "Screw you, Pokeshippers! You're always bashing the others, you're unfriendly and you think your shipping is the one and only! You losers!".
You know what?
I know some Pokeshippers who are really this way but I know a lot of other shippers who are doing that, too. It's the same with hooligans in soccer. They don't want to be a "fan", they only want to get in trouble and fight against the "real" fans. In Shipping-Wars it is exactly the same.
There are the shippers, who ship their pairing with all their hearts, be nice to different shippers and only want to enjoy their fandom - and there are "the hooligan shippers" who only ship to get a fight and making trouble.
Day by day I get notes of people who say, they like my art, my shipping - and on the other day I come to a Pokeshipping-picture and read stuff like "Uh, I never liked Misty. I HATE her. She's so stupid. And Ash is so happy not see
Still Alive part 2After a few days, and much contemplation, Arthur decided to call Ludwig. After all, he considered himself an expert in all things paranormal, and this unique occurrence definitely fell under that category. There was, however, always the chance that Ludwig had actually lost it, but the Brit sincerely hoped that wasn't the case.
"This is Arthur. To whom am I speaking?" asked the Brit coolly, hoping he sounded friendly.
Ludwig furrowed his brow deeply, confused by the question. "...This is Ludwig."
Arthur nodded, then leaned against the wall in his spacious kitchen as he spoke. "Rather than Gilbert, of course."
"What do you want, Arthur?"
"I'm interested in the case of you and your brother," he explained with a small huff. "It's not every day a person shares their body with their dead brother."
"Jackass. I can hear everything you're saying, you know," grumbled the Prussian.
"I assume that was Gilbert."
"Ja " Ludwig sighed. "I'm sorry."
Arthur waved it off with his hand, as t
NeurologistSo I went today to the neurologist. I'm having some test to see if there's some other disease causing the dystonia.
But my grandmother phoned me today and I finally found why I have dystonia xD She sometimes has paralysis attacks in her middle finger, with pain and cramps. She tought it was the age, but after knowing about my dystonia, she realized what it is.
xD So, my dystonia problem is because of genetic
BUT I HAVE A GOOD NEW! xD
The neurologist told me the only treatment is toxines, but he doesn't want to use it yet (like my physiotherapist said).
But he told me that I can try to re-educate my brain.
He told me that playing piano and playing videogames (LOL????????????????????????????? xDDD) can re-educate my brain.
If it works, my hand is not going to improve... it would be healed!
LOL I cried in the office when the doctor told me I can heal it
It's gonna be hard, i don't know how long it would take and it will hurt (because I was playing this afternoon and now it hurts like hell
Still AliveThe first time Ludwig heard his brother's voice, he could have sworn he was going insane. 1997. It was five years since he died in 1992, at the time.
It soon became apparent that Gilbert's voice was real, and Ludwig learned that his brother was still with him. Quite literally. His body had somehow become the vessel for Gilbert's soul. It was definitely weird, but Ludwig was almost happy to know that his brother was alive, more or less.
For five years, Gilbert tried to reach Ludwig. He wasn't strong enough. Now, in 2011, not only could he freely communicate with Ludwig (sometimes much to his dismay), but Gilbert could sometimes, a little at a time, control Ludwig's body. He was getting much better, but he couldn't do anything very easily without his brother's consent. Ludwig's will was much stronger than his own.
Little by little, Gilbert's personality was beginning to show through Ludwig, and at the worst times, too.
"Ludwig!" Roderich was saying. "Did you hear me or not? Our bos
She Said He Said 01-0501 - Girlfriend
Amelia Jones, Amy to her friends, A.J. to everyone else, was pumped. The adrenaline running through her system right now was more than she'd felt when she was two strikes out on the last game of the season, last batter up to plate with the championship resting on her shoulders. Because, to Amelia Jones, there was only one thing more important than baseball.
Boys. More specifically, Arthur Kirkland. And today was the day she was finally going to do it. She was finally going to ask him out.
"Yo, A.J.! Mom says to get your ass downstairs for breakfast!"
"Fuck off buttface! Leave me alone, geez!" Amy glared through the door at her brother, imagining his stupid face just outside it.
"You fuck off! Mom says either come down or starve, she doesn't have any money to give ya so you can eat at school."
"Today is the most important day of my life Alfred. I have to look PERFECT. And if that means skipping breakfast, then I can deal!" Amy went back to fixing her hair.
Of Tomatoes and Love 2Once the Spaniard named Antonio was gone, the Englishman Arthur wasted no time in making himself a cup of tea and settling down in his favourite armchair. He slowly drank his tea and congratulated himself on a spell well done. Arthur liked these calm serene moments and it was one of the few times he actually smiled.
But his happiness was short lived when his assistant, Alfred, came running into the room shouting Arthur's name over and over.
"What is it you git!?" the Englishman snapped at him.
"I think something went wrong with the spell " Alfred said.
"What do you mean?" Arthur asked, confused.
"Well, y'see, I was looking at the magic circle we used for that guy and I noticed something." Alfred said.
" Go on," the Englishman urged.
"When I looked closer I saw a bit of ketchup on it from the burger I ate earlier " Arthur's eyes widened. "And, uh, I think we created two existences instead of one "
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