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Pokemon Regalia Adventure The Regalia Region
The story is set in the Regalia region which is based on the Benelux countries (Belgium, the Netherlands and Luxembourg). It is a region which lies large at sea level or under, it is a lot of civilisation and very few Pokemon around. The region is small in size, large in population and got massive cities and many small towns. There are three large cities spread through the region; Amadel City in the north based on Amsterdam, Boreas City in the central region based on Brussels and Lusteria City based on Luxembourg City in the south.
There is close to no forest whatsoever in the region, no mountains, only hills, fields and farmland. Most Pokemon in the region either already live with trainers or are under government protection, the trainers in the region often important Pokemon or travel to the neighbouring Kalos region to find some. A lot of research has been put into bringing the natural population of Pokemon back to the region, but currently progression is
ErebusEver lasting emptiness
Infinite of darkness
Every lost soul on the
Troubling waters of
Ever lasting darkness
Revelations of doom as
Never ending whispers to
Any mortals ears, they get
Louder every moment that passes
Eternal is Darkness
Erebus is Eternal
Darkness is Final
Final is Erebus
Erebus is Darkness
DreamA world of beauty
One without cruelty
One of true vision
Where people are free
Yet do not act selfish
A world where all can be
One never served on a cold dish
From the ashes of life
Like the phoenix arise
Free of all taint
Of all they ain’t
Without paying the price
A world without gloom
Sadly this one is doom
Pardons not given
A new life to start livin
Beyond the morrow
A Poem About LysandreWith such flare
Those with beauty are rare
This world is covered with filth
May they all wilt
The blazing glory
Don’t make it gory
Contribute to our cause
The weapon we will use
I bid you adieu
Let us start anew
Endless HungerThose filthy words
They fill me with anger
Rage and regret
Not a single truth
All too lustful
There was never joy
Only death can end
Yet, why cannot I bring myself to it?
Is my hunger too great?
Do you bring me so much satisfaction?
That I cannot bring myself to leave…
What can I do?
How if I killed everyone, but you and me?
Me and you alone
No… I cannot make myself
To hurt you
Is it love or is it hate?
Do I love you still
Or do I just not want to give you the joy of hating me?
As long as under good
Soul GeminiIf doom be wrought
May it be elegant like the dancing winds
If death be given
May it be with you my Soul Gemini
If war be here
May it be to Valhalla it will take us
If love be born
May it be at your side
If fate be cruel
May it be like petals blown away
If you love me
May it be like the endless ocean
PrincessnappingThe party was well under way, having just finished their dance the two childhood friends exited the castle. The Princess looked upon the night sky and walked towards the bridge separating the royal court from the town. Each star blinked brightly and shone with a strong light, it was then that a star fell and the Princess said to her friend. "Let us wish upon the star."
They stood still upon the bridge and closed their eyes. The friend was dressed in a black outfit somewhat alike to what was worn by men during the late 1700s, such as a white cravat and black knee breeches and jacket, white stockings and black boots. While the Princess wore a light pink dress, much alike what was worn by fine ladies in the period 1775-95.
A couple stereotypical castle guards with steel and cloth armour wandered around the gates on each end of the bridge. They eyes were tired and their nagging was constant.
Then when the two friends chatted about their wishes, the friend's rival from the town came running
Team Ragnarok InformationTeam Ragnarok,the Drazilia region's group of villains. While other groups like theirs often claim to have good intentions, Team Ragnarok is very blunt about their goal. The goal of Team Ragnarok is to get power, money and strength alongside world domination. Their grunts appear to have been recruited because of their selfish, greedy and crocked personalities.
The theme with Team Ragnarok is that their style of dressing is that of rockers (visual kei) or gothers, but with a very odd colour pattern. Their main colours are red, blue, purple and white. There is not very many who actually take them serious, some of their own even question why they dress like they do. While most don't really care as it is worth the money and in some even rarer cases like the style. (There exist all kind of people).
A wolf seen from the left side with a windy/ghostly form is their symbol. Normally it is white with a black eye, but when battling Commanders or Generals it appears to be black with a white eye in
A Phantom's Oath"Hear me world! I am he who seeks your ruination. The feeble and disgusting creation that you are should consider yourself honoured, after all I will remake you in an image suitable for the true bliss. A world without spirit of any form, one not darken by emotions' impurity and insignificance! Neither love or hate, no conflicted thoughts of who to trust and not. A world of dreams were none may wake, no.... it will be my dream which they live within. A dream turned reality! Because I shall stand free of all flaws, with knowledge and will to craft and shape it as I wish. None shall be there... This world shall be mine alone, one for machine and silence.
Neither sadness or joy shall be felt, these impurities would only destroy and corrupt. As all are turned to nothing, but cold and mechanical. All shall have order, not more chaos and no more selfish desires! This world shall be one of my great triumph, one for neither them or her. All my enemies... gone! Dead, destroyed, ruined and annihi
Ground zeroGround zero
By The Shadow Demon
Request by Lasserine
(People into various)
“There’s no way I’m going to loose!” Megan said with a smirk as she looks in her mirror unable not to smile as she was a shoe in to win. Living in a small town of Pumpkinstine or known as ‘the capital of Halloween’ respectfully given for the towns love for Halloween and for most town or cities they would just celebrate Halloween for the day or the week but not Pumpkinstine. For the entirety of October they celebrate it with the day itself beginning a huge costume fiesta. Giving a spin, giving the mirror a great three-sixty look of her and the costume she was wearing. The eighteen year old wore a beautiful sparkling purple with pink decoration patterns mermaid tail with a matching top showing off her mid drift and some of her cleavage, her wavy shoulder length brown hair hidden under a long violet wig. Megan just smiles unable to hide her excitement, hearing her phone ringing,
the Blood of HeroesIt was the middle of the night and the lab in the Guardians headquarters was quiet. That didn’t last as the door opened and three young people entered. “Um, are we going to get caught?” Stupendous asked, looking around nervously. “And isn’t there an alarm in here?”
“Don’t worry, squirt. Polygirl’s sound asleep in Gordon’s room. There should be enough time to do what I need to do,” Hnekakal said as she went over to one of the machines in the large room. “And I took care of the alarm.”
“Are you sure you know how to work that thing?” Testament asked.
“Eyup,” the Native woman replied as she started pushing bottoms on the control panel. “I memorized how this do-hickey works. It only looked like I wasn’t paying attention.”
Testament crossed his arms. “I’m not sure that it’ll work the same way on you that it did with me.”
She turned to him and thumped
Backblast part 2In a secluded area of Stranger Industries where they wouldn’t be monitored or interrupted, the owner of the company was meeting with Warbuster’s pilot. “So what have you found out?” the masked man asked his employee.
“Well, I poked around the records and found several discrepancies in the inventory going back nearly a year and ending soon after Backblast appeared. So whoever he is, he probably works here since he knows how to manipulate our system, or at least has someone here doing it for him.”
“Hrmm,” the Stranger murmured unhappily. “At least Long-Reich had the decency to become a supervillain on his own time with his own money. Anyways, anyone know what you were looking for?”
“Nope, I kept the reason why I was doing it to myself. No one suspects anything.” Warbuster’s pilot paused before adding. “Well, I think Poly might. She actually found a couple of the discrepancies while looking for parts and p
TMNT 2012 Chapter 16: What Doesn't Kill You...Chapter 16: What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger
Mona froze unsure what to do. There were at least thirty Foot bots on the front yard and that's all they could see, who knew how many more were on the roof or trying to get into the house right now. She glanced to her left, Leo, Raph, Donnie, and Mikey were still really injured and lying on couches or chairs. Although they were hurt, their senses were on edge along with their bodies.
“Mona,” Lotus began slowly. “We need to try and talk to them.”
Mona looked bewildered at Lotus, “Are you crazy?”
“Look if we don't they are just going to attack. Nia and April can grab our weapons while we head out there and try to talk to them,” Lotus offered. “What else can we do besides stand here?”
Mona gritted her teeth, “April, Nia. Please grab mine and Lotus's weapons. If things get bad protect the guys at all costs. Notify Splinter and Casey of the situation.”
Nia and April n
Trust Machines Writers' GuideTrust Machines Writers' Guide v1.07
Imagine a TF booth with a twist. Outside is a single control, that sets the duration of the change. Put some money in (or any token - has to be an object, doesn’t much matter what), the duration display comes up. Set the time to thirds of a day, 1-3 days, 1-3 months or 1-3 years, touch to confirm. Two doors appear - bits of the wall of the booth just vanish, rather than sliding or irising out of the way.
Inside the booth, between the two sides, is a transparent interface panel. Once a sentient (to the booth’s definition - not drunk/stoned/too young to be responsible) person enters a side, the door vanishes again.
The interface is largely touch-based. The center is taken up by the currently selected image, which follows the movements of the person on the other side. An array of ‘bubbles’ around the edge of the image show variations on the central one. Touching one changes t
Trust Machines - Venn-ything Goes #01"Hey guys!" the blonde girl called out and winked into the camera, the black haired boy next to her doing the same.
"So,-" she continued, "-it's been a couple of days, but now Johnny and me are back with the first episode of our video blog Venn-ything Goes. Since the last episode was kind of introductory, we've decided to label it #00. We got a ton of feedback by you and you had some really crazy-shit ideas regarding our next transformation. We'll tell you the winner shortly, but before, Johnny and me would like to tell you how the eight hours in each other's body felt. To do so, Steve has interviewed us shortly after we changed back. Here's the video!"
The image changed to that of a living room. On a couch, Amanda and Johnny were sitting, but in the next moment, they seemed to have switched place.
"Yes!" exclaimed Johnny, patting his groin. "It's good to have ol' Willy back!"
Amanda rolled her eyes. "Pah. Was it so bad having to give up your companion for eight
The Girl Who Chases The Wind TGThe Girl Who Chases The Wind
I received an article offer from one of my regular patrons between tea and staring an old-time blinking cursor on a screen.
The offer came attached with a brief message detailing the potential for compensation and what would be expected of me. If it was a generation ago, I’d imagine a big, fluorescent-toned office with thin walls and glass rooms. A bearded editor strides in and pitches me the story he wants me to write for the newspaper.
Of course, even then, such situations never happened except in movies rooted a further generation in the past. My editor, who I could only imagine was some baby-face ten years my junior who could multitask data at a level I couldn’t even manage on the king of all caffeine rushes, spewed out words like a live dump from his active memory.
“2K w least. Martlemay Project invest into Qs of brains/humanity/corruption. Current rumor Dr Jacob Feldon pet project is fetish feed. Old men to hot girls. Backgrou
The Emissary With the sun’s smoking rays lingering at my back and the city disappearing into the storm-purpled distance, my eyes met the dusty twilight. Though my heart was drumming in the cage of my ribs with passion and verve, the girl in my arms was no longer breathing, her skin growing cold under my shadow. The desert under my feet seared my soles and served no other purpose than to remind me that I was going home at last. I looked over my shoulder, clutching her closer, knowing she was the only relic left from that city, from the city that took Nirestria. And she was the only thing that could nurse my forest home back from the smoldering mess it was left in the wake of the war.
Though I was ashamed to fathom the single remedy for my home was the very unholy thing that wrought its obliteration.
Huffing half in desperation and half in exhaustion, I fumbled forward on joints of glass and
JazzLensJasmine Fowl, a young woman, who regularly had a lot of lustful eyes upon her, was shielded by a number of scientists. She was at Deluxe City for a special experiment. Jasmine heard these people "geek out" on the subject of many different things, notably things like "probability," or "possible side effects," but they were too much for her 22-year old brain. All that mattered to her was which rich man she was going to see.
Jasmine found time to comb her long, curly black hair, as it ran down her beautifully browned skin. She looked like a copper woman, shining all around. She normally would be wearing revealing clothing, but she was wearing a pink shirt, with blue tights and white shoes. She had a well-rounded body, or at least, she figured.
"Miss Fowl, you understand that there are risks?" scientist asked. She only made the universal agreement sound. "Very good, it seems like we can begin."
A plump, blonde haired woman, possibly older than the scientists, walked up to her hear ho
Trinity MobiusLooking down upon the world from the Sky Palace, the Trinity Empire conquered Mobius and turned its citizens to robots. The three commanders were put in charge of dealing with the last remnants of the Freedom Fighters; the three were made up of two members of the Trinity which the Empire was named after, and one additional member which had joined the Empire later. The Empire controlled a waste and almost endless army of machines.
The Empire utilized its army in the best ways possible, throwing them at the frontlines to kill and die, while the few with actually free will just overlook the enslaved ones making more combat robots. The Sky Palace, also known as the Machine Palace float above the ruins of Metropolis, and has several factories spread around the world, while all else gets turned to wasteland.
The wasteland covered about 60% of Mobius, and is without order. Freedom Fighters might be hiding in any cranny or crock the might find, though there wasteland might hold more danger tha
SweepAs soon as he stepped into the open field, he slung the minesweeper from his shoulder and pointed its nose to the ground. It was old, worn and heavy, and old and rough, calloused and breaking, and old. The metal between his hands was cold and chilled his fingers. If he was not careful he could step on the very mines he was trying to find. They would have to pick up the pieces of his body and to send the tags home where his wife would cry and hold his son and daughter close with nothing to show them of their father but a piece of metal engraved with "Ajeet Singh".
One sweep, than another.
This war had taught him to never trust open spaces. Open spaces were where the mines were planted, where Prets lay in wait. France was green and damp just like the uniform he wore. It had been days since he was separated from his unit, and now the Allies were breathing on his neck, searching for POW’s, searching for the enemy of which he was one. &
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