Recent content by Draconias Galactica

I'm trying for something short this time. Blasphemous, I know, but I must TRY! ----- "Whole Corner" By Draconias Galactica I hold Lauren's limp body in my hands, loosing track of whose blood is whose as it all drips down to the dirt around me, and Leike asks, "Do you know what happens...

Well, it's very simple. All Herve has to do is put the Fallout liscense underneath his pillow, and in the morning, the game fairy will leave a brand new Fallout game. YAY!!!!!11 Too bad Interplay probably owes her money as well. And she doesn't even exist! DAMN CAEN'S GOOD!!!

This is good Drac. He's the one that rescues orphans and puppies. This is neutral Drac. He's the one that scares old ladies to help them cross the street. And this...is evil santa clause Drac. He's the one that scares old ladies to death and then goes after the children at their...

Mmm, fresh fiction. 'Tis good stuff. But, once again, I'm left wondering WHY IS IT SO FRIGGIN' EASY TO USE SECOND PERSON IN FIRST?! For some reason, things like that worry me. Ah well. Is there more (in general) where this came from?

It's a trefoil. Made out of colored text. A screenshot to make sure you see it. This concludes our broadcast day.

Behold! My fingers refuse to stay still! AND YOU ALL SHALL READ! Or else...I'll cry in the corner! ALL SHALL DROWN!!! Okay, I'll shut up now. Part 1 of...dunno yet. Read, peonic people. --- Outside, it was still raining. It had been raining before me Sten even woke up. Judging by the...

Well, that's what happens when you shoot at somebody often enough. Especially when the gun is symbolic, and represents something else (wink, nudge, kill your parents say no more, eh?)...[/BS]

And so, after four months, this monstrocity of evil text ends. FINALLY!!! Now all that's left to do is, um...edit. 73 pages. Of text. WHY?!?! ---------- Part 7 "You're here to die," Ride On shouted. "So shut up and DIE!" Ride On fired his riffle, twice, nailing one of them in the...

Damnit, this is just another example of the world's heartless discrimination against the color blind! Just like those stupid pictures you have to stare at for five hours until you see it's just some stupid horse. I PROTEST!

Could just be me - and it probably IS, you evil mind goblins!!! - but the fingers seem too short. Granted, I'm used to seeing my disturbingly long fingers, but those ones don't look like they can do much. Ah well. Other than that, um...I'd say good, but that's how THEY summon the goblins! Hide...

BWAAA-HAHAHAHAHA! DROWN IN TEXT!!! Me go hehehe now. Part 6 The best way to find out when somebody was going to go "hunt the witch" again was to just keep making rounds of the bars. Somebody would always make a big deal about it a day or two before heading out. One last blowout before they...

I liked the old picture (the one not in this thread but in the same style) better. But that's probably because it was bigger. These, they are tiny, and my eyes are very poor. O vsm y rbrm drr ejsy O , yu[omh tohy mpe@@@ I hope somebody appreciates that joke, because it took damn near two...

Part 5 "So have you got everything?" asked Michael, as Ryan lifted up his pack. It was filled with everything they would need for the search. There were some stimpaks, dried iguana carcasses, ammunition, torch sticks, a hand-drawn map of the area, some coins, two canteens, and other assorted...

Oh God! RUN! IT'S BROKEN FREE!!! the representation of dralactica's ego - a blind, blue-sheep-furred, green armed, green pig tailed monkey with a heart tatooed onto its ass - pops out of his ears, looking hungry Third time this week. I swear, why do I even bother un-equiping my guns at...

Part 4 There were two characteristics that were immediately noticeable about the Fifth Street Bar - the first was that it was not a hospitable place. There was a distinctly unfriendly aura in the air. Its regulars did not quickly welcome newcomers, and they barely trusted each other. Fights...