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The Last of Us ~ Cry(Warning: 13+ for strong language. Please enjoy the finished portion!)
"Ow! Hey!" Cry yelled as he ducked behind a few rusty barrels and the open doorway that led to the second floor veranda. A few gun shots from a bandit whistled past the pair; though a few scratched and chipped away the edge of his poker faced mask. He heard Ellie growl in frustration as she fired at the man while Cry himself also squeezed a few shots at the greedy male, still wincing from the scratches he earned from a few scuffles earlier. It took a couple of minutes but Cry was able to strike the other man's chest with a shot, getting him out of their hair. "There!" The masked gamer griped, reloading his weapon and keeping low in case there were others then straightened his posture when he heard no one else at the moment. He looked over his shoulder and threw the young teenager with him a smile, moving the mask enough to let her see the smile, as they jogged over to the next door that would lead them back o
SNEAK PEEK: Project MASK(Warning: Again, not much warning for right now. But 13+ just in case.)
An explosion roared as debris rained from the heavens and onto the desolate streets; a dust cloud billowed and marred the sky, marking the location of where it took place. A figure leaped on top of a car, denting the roof as he looked impassively toward a destroyed storefront. He ignored the crumbling buildings of the ruined section of the city, he didn't care about the people that raced away, screaming in terror. The figure kept his focus on the storefront, waiting for a sign, a movement.
A second figure stumbled out, coughing; his green hoodie ragged, torn and dirty, same with his jeans and shoes. He coughed again, sending the first a sharp glare through the eye-holes of his slightly cracked poker faced mask as he readjusted it correctly on his face. Wind rushed through and blew the dust away, ruffling the second figure's brown hair as blue electricity crackled around his forearms. The first figure's lips
SNEAK PEEK: The Last of Us ~ Cry(Warning: Ah, not much in the way of warnings... but its 13+ for strong language. Please enjoy.)
"Ow! Hey!" Cry yelled as he ducked behind a few rusty barrels and the open doorway that led to the second floor veranda. A few gun shots from one of the bandits scratched and chipped away the edge of his poker faced mask. He heard Ellie growl in frustration as she fired at the man, Cry himself also took a few shots at the greedy male, still wincing from the scratches he earned from a few fights earlier. It took a couple of minutes but Cry was able to strike the other man's chest with a shot, getting him out of their hair. "There!" The masked gamer griped, reloading his weapon and keeping low in case there were others. He looked over his shoulder and threw the young teenager with him a smile as they jogged over to the next door that would lead them back out of the university. "Nice shooting kid. You shoot a lot better than I do!" Ellie giggled softly as she followed him to the door.
PewdieCry: Dream of the Blood Moon (Piece 2 A)A/N: Yes, it's a PewdieCry story (though mostly focused on Cry) No, there is no pairing. I rather not do anything too extreme on a first time writing of the two. Um, enjoy.
Rating- PG-13 (I suppose, better safe than sorry)
Pewdie and the girl both jerked their heads at the same time as their friend's cries and screams echoed in the foreboding maze. The two of them had fallen for the same apparent trap that Cry himself had stumbled upon earlier. Before they weren't sure he was in this place anymore since they have failed to find him when he screamed out in the forest. Now they knew for certain he was still inside the maze. Certain but not reassured. The Swede was more than eager to locate his friend and get the hell out of here but they had no idea where he was and how far away they were from him. The poor girl clung to the blonde's back as they traveled through the dark passages, sweeping aside left over cobwebs and peering through the darkness in
PewdieCry: Dream of the Blood Moon (Piece 1)A/N: Yes, it's a PewdieCry story (though mostly focused on Cry) No, there is no pairing. I rather not do anything too extreme on a first time writing of the two. Um, enjoy.
Rating- PG-13 (I suppose, better safe than sorry)
Cry had no idea how long he had been running in this god forsaken dream from that... thing. It was just relentless and that shriek of it. He shuddered at the thought of it. No, no I will not think about that. He stopped and hid himself behind a tree, resting against it as he lifted his mask to sit on his forehead and allowed himself the luxury to gulp in fresh air. Cry hoped that Pewdie and that girl they ran into in this dream were safe. According to the girl, the – Render Woman, Slenderman's wife, demon bitch, whatever the fuck that thing was – had been chasing after her. She had no idea why it was chasing her though but she had to get six tears to make it stop. Of course both gamers, being how
Silent Hill 4 Snake Ch.3 Part 2~Room 302
Again, Lee woke up in his room, disoriented and groggy from the warp; as he simply laid there on his bed, tired and hurt. Part of him didn't want to bother to get up, it was just too painful to try. The other half of him decided to just wait, heal then get up. "Heal then rescue... heal then rescue." he murmured softly, letting the familiar thrum of the ceiling fan calm his nerves as he rested. "I can't rescue Cynthia if I don't recover first." Few minutes later, the blonde felt more refreshed and moved towards the door. He had to get back fast before anything went wrong with the woman, he wouldn't forgive himself if he failed to protect her. "Okay, go back then go down that ladder..."
As he entered the bathroom, Snake paused, tilting his head in confusion. Wait did I just hear something? He waited but he couldn't hear it now. I thought I heard something... He opened the door and listened carefully. "God I hope its not anything that's gon
For My Friends at REtarded RPSpencer: Fear me.... crawls to Leon I will... make you... a monster... like me... grabs his foot
Leon: Uh-huh... how?
Spencer: But biting you! chews on his boot
Leon: sighs ...That's not gonna work, you know... That's my boot.
Spencer: keeps chewing I will get through it...
Leon: It's steel toe.
Spencer: stops ... oh... um... can you give me your arm?
Leon: Hell no.
Spencer: laughs AHA! You fear being turned!
Leon: raises a brow and shrugs You don't have any teeth to infect me with and really, I just don't want you drooling on me... it's disgusting.
Spencer: Oh... um... looks lost I'll... I'll figure something out...
Leon: Yeah, you do that... looks bored I'm just gonna go and get myself some coffee... and leave you here to rot or something... whatever you zombies do when alone... turns and walks away, holstering his gun
Spencer: yells I'll crawl after you! I will infect you! crawls after him
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