Abraxas Winterlight
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i think we all have seen some stupid drama kill a good story.
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ChasNicollette
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Happily, I've also seen good drama kill a stupid story.
Just not as often.
AmenRa
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That totally made me laugh.
AmenRa
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See, this is what we're missing out on....
The sun was setting. Clouds in the sky were once white, but now they shown gray and black and red as the sun slipped behind them. There was a hint of moon beginning to show as the twilight came sneaking to darkness.
The sounds of the city below filtered up to the rooftop.
He listened.
He watched.
With ears and eyes trained through years of discipline and resolve he could observe the city as it came alive.
Certainly the hustle and bustle of the daytime had its place, but night was his element. He owned it. He laid claim to it and to all who dared enter his domain.
He was a protector for some. For others, however, he was that deep, inner part which man feared most. A shadow of thought. A fleeting image in a dark alley. A footstep from behind where there should be none at all.
For those that would do evil things he would be a dark shape descending upon them. Something terrible, some said, from the depths of hell to take them down to atone for their sins.
Watching him as he sat perched on the ledge of the building's rooftop, one could see a slight change in his form. The pointed-ear cowl shifted ever-so-slightly. The head itself leaned just a little forward and down to peer out over the roof, into the depths of the alley below him.
And suddenly, yet with incredible silence, The Batman dropped from the roof.
The scalloped cape unfurled, catching the wind, slowing his descent. A million-dollar design of his own, the silk-like material fluttered and undulated as it spread itself open like the wings of some great dragon.
Or demon.
Or bat.
And, then, his boots struck the grimy pavement of the alleyway, and he bounced and somersaulted to belay the shock of the landing. He recovered from the gymnastic move into a fighting stance with his cape pulled back across his shoulders.
Killer Croc's tail slashed out, but The Batman had already jumped again, somersaulting in mid-air over the swipe. The Dark Knight landed easily, dropping back into his fighting stance and releasing a handful of bat-shaped shuriken with his left hand. The razor sharp projectiles imbedded themselves into Croc, some distracted by his torn trench coat but others slicing into his arms and chest.
With blood oozing from the wounds, Croc hissed, "This is where I break you!"
The Batman's upper lip twitched very slightly, but he said nothing. Instead he stepped forward with a roundhouse kick to Croc's head. The Batman's reinforced boot struck home, and Croc slammed against the alley wall. The Batman moved in again, kicking low, slamming two successive crescent kicks to the back of Croc's knee. The kicks dropped Croc to the ground.
Batman reached into his belt pouches and withdrew the hand-held hypodermic dart that would put Croc out. He drew his right hand across his body, preparing to throw it into Croc's back.
Killer Croc was not out of the fight, however. Batman's assault had hurt him, yes, but it had not taken the reptile/human down. Killer Croc turned quickly and with a speed that Batman had not anticipated. The reptiles claws raked across the Batman's stomach, cutting through the reinforced fiber of the body suit and into his flesh. The hypo dropped from his hand.
The redness of pain clouded his mind for an instant. Somewhere, detached from the fight, the rational and logical part of Bruce Wayne/Batman's psyche was chastising himself for being overconfident.
And in that instant, Killer Croc latched onto Batman's left arm with his teeth.
The Batman yelled.
He pummeled Croc's head with his free fist. He kneed Croc in the stomach and brought his boot down hard against Croc's scaly feet.
But still the bite held.
The Dark Knight could feel Croc's teeth ripping into his bicep, tearing through the bodysuit's armor and into his muscles. He could feel the creature's hot saliva mixing with his own blood as it frothed and pooled at the monster's mouth.
Batman dropped his weight, bringing Croc lower to the ground. This caused more ripping from the beast's teeth, but the Batman ignored it. He brought all of his discipline and focus into pushing the pain away as he reached his right hand to the ground.
Batman's fingertips brushed the hypo dart's smooth, metal surface. Then Croc yanked hard on the Batman's arm. The beast began to sling his head from side to side. Batman grunted with the new pain as his vision began to redden and cloud. He focused again, reaching, almost touching the dart.
Croc hissed through his bite.
Batman felt the dart in his hand.
He swung wide, coming up behind Croc's head and plunged the hypo into the monster's neck.
Croc instantly released the bite and Batman dropped free. He fell to the ground as his foe did the same.
Batman was on his knees. He took in great breaths of air. He glanced at his injured arm and saw the blood and froth on it. He was bleeding heavily. He had no idea of the extent of the injury because he could not see through the torn bodysuit.
Slowly and wearily he extracted a locator marker chip from his belt pouch. He activated it by tapping the red button. He then laid it on the ground next to the sleeping Killer Croc. This marker would alert the Arkham Asylum security team to Batman's location so they could recapture the escaped monster.
Batman knew, though, he could not wait for them. He pulled his cable gun from his belt and aimed it towards the distant rooftop. He fired the gun and when the cable harpooned into the building, he was pulled upwards.
Once on the roof, barely able to stand, Batman took aim again at another roof across from him. He slid to this one, nearly missing the step to the roof ledge. He hung precariously onto a rain downspout for a second, then somehow summoned the strength to swing himself over the ledge. With blurring and dim vision he eyed his next target.
Once more, he took aim. The cable imbedded itself and he began a swing towards a distant building. Halfway there, he disconnected and began to fall.
With only one hand to open the cape he spread as much of fabric as he could. He tumbled in the air. Batman righted himself, arcing smoothly over an exterior parking lot. He began to tumble again, but as he looked through heavy eyes he saw the multilevel parking garage of Wayne Tech in front of him. His trajectory was sure, and he spun beneath the mid-level roof, over the barrier, and onto the roof of a parked SUV. He laid there for a moment, his head throbbing. Then he slowly slid from the car onto the cold concrete of the floor.
The safe room and medical facility he had secreted away beneath the floors of Wayne Tech was only an elevator ride away.
He tried to stand. He tried to even get to his knees. Instead he flopped to the ground and rolled onto his back.
As the darkness began to take him, a long figure wavered in the depths of his vision. As his eyes began to close into unconsciousness, he saw a green hand reaching for him. He heard a voice that sounded like red sand blown across distant dunes....
The sun was setting. Clouds in the sky were once white, but now they shown gray and black and red as the sun slipped behind them. There was a hint of moon beginning to show as the twilight came sneaking to darkness.
The sounds of the city below filtered up to the rooftop.
He listened.
He watched.
With ears and eyes trained through years of discipline and resolve he could observe the city as it came alive.
Certainly the hustle and bustle of the daytime had its place, but night was his element. He owned it. He laid claim to it and to all who dared enter his domain.
He was a protector for some. For others, however, he was that deep, inner part which man feared most. A shadow of thought. A fleeting image in a dark alley. A footstep from behind where there should be none at all.
For those that would do evil things he would be a dark shape descending upon them. Something terrible, some said, from the depths of hell to take them down to atone for their sins.
Watching him as he sat perched on the ledge of the building's rooftop, one could see a slight change in his form. The pointed-ear cowl shifted ever-so-slightly. The head itself leaned just a little forward and down to peer out over the roof, into the depths of the alley below him.
And suddenly, yet with incredible silence, The Batman dropped from the roof.
The scalloped cape unfurled, catching the wind, slowing his descent. A million-dollar design of his own, the silk-like material fluttered and undulated as it spread itself open like the wings of some great dragon.
Or demon.
Or bat.
And, then, his boots struck the grimy pavement of the alleyway, and he bounced and somersaulted to belay the shock of the landing. He recovered from the gymnastic move into a fighting stance with his cape pulled back across his shoulders.
Killer Croc's tail slashed out, but The Batman had already jumped again, somersaulting in mid-air over the swipe. The Dark Knight landed easily, dropping back into his fighting stance and releasing a handful of bat-shaped shuriken with his left hand. The razor sharp projectiles imbedded themselves into Croc, some distracted by his torn trench coat but others slicing into his arms and chest.
With blood oozing from the wounds, Croc hissed, "This is where I break you!"
The Batman's upper lip twitched very slightly, but he said nothing. Instead he stepped forward with a roundhouse kick to Croc's head. The Batman's reinforced boot struck home, and Croc slammed against the alley wall. The Batman moved in again, kicking low, slamming two successive crescent kicks to the back of Croc's knee. The kicks dropped Croc to the ground.
Batman reached into his belt pouches and withdrew the hand-held hypodermic dart that would put Croc out. He drew his right hand across his body, preparing to throw it into Croc's back.
Killer Croc was not out of the fight, however. Batman's assault had hurt him, yes, but it had not taken the reptile/human down. Killer Croc turned quickly and with a speed that Batman had not anticipated. The reptiles claws raked across the Batman's stomach, cutting through the reinforced fiber of the body suit and into his flesh. The hypo dropped from his hand.
The redness of pain clouded his mind for an instant. Somewhere, detached from the fight, the rational and logical part of Bruce Wayne/Batman's psyche was chastising himself for being overconfident.
And in that instant, Killer Croc latched onto Batman's left arm with his teeth.
The Batman yelled.
He pummeled Croc's head with his free fist. He kneed Croc in the stomach and brought his boot down hard against Croc's scaly feet.
But still the bite held.
The Dark Knight could feel Croc's teeth ripping into his bicep, tearing through the bodysuit's armor and into his muscles. He could feel the creature's hot saliva mixing with his own blood as it frothed and pooled at the monster's mouth.
Batman dropped his weight, bringing Croc lower to the ground. This caused more ripping from the beast's teeth, but the Batman ignored it. He brought all of his discipline and focus into pushing the pain away as he reached his right hand to the ground.
Batman's fingertips brushed the hypo dart's smooth, metal surface. Then Croc yanked hard on the Batman's arm. The beast began to sling his head from side to side. Batman grunted with the new pain as his vision began to redden and cloud. He focused again, reaching, almost touching the dart.
Croc hissed through his bite.
Batman felt the dart in his hand.
He swung wide, coming up behind Croc's head and plunged the hypo into the monster's neck.
Croc instantly released the bite and Batman dropped free. He fell to the ground as his foe did the same.
Batman was on his knees. He took in great breaths of air. He glanced at his injured arm and saw the blood and froth on it. He was bleeding heavily. He had no idea of the extent of the injury because he could not see through the torn bodysuit.
Slowly and wearily he extracted a locator marker chip from his belt pouch. He activated it by tapping the red button. He then laid it on the ground next to the sleeping Killer Croc. This marker would alert the Arkham Asylum security team to Batman's location so they could recapture the escaped monster.
Batman knew, though, he could not wait for them. He pulled his cable gun from his belt and aimed it towards the distant rooftop. He fired the gun and when the cable harpooned into the building, he was pulled upwards.
Once on the roof, barely able to stand, Batman took aim again at another roof across from him. He slid to this one, nearly missing the step to the roof ledge. He hung precariously onto a rain downspout for a second, then somehow summoned the strength to swing himself over the ledge. With blurring and dim vision he eyed his next target.
Once more, he took aim. The cable imbedded itself and he began a swing towards a distant building. Halfway there, he disconnected and began to fall.
With only one hand to open the cape he spread as much of fabric as he could. He tumbled in the air. Batman righted himself, arcing smoothly over an exterior parking lot. He began to tumble again, but as he looked through heavy eyes he saw the multilevel parking garage of Wayne Tech in front of him. His trajectory was sure, and he spun beneath the mid-level roof, over the barrier, and onto the roof of a parked SUV. He laid there for a moment, his head throbbing. Then he slowly slid from the car onto the cold concrete of the floor.
The safe room and medical facility he had secreted away beneath the floors of Wayne Tech was only an elevator ride away.
He tried to stand. He tried to even get to his knees. Instead he flopped to the ground and rolled onto his back.
As the darkness began to take him, a long figure wavered in the depths of his vision. As his eyes began to close into unconsciousness, he saw a green hand reaching for him. He heard a voice that sounded like red sand blown across distant dunes....
Abraxas Winterlight
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yep.
(He totally is sharing the night with Wraith ya'know)
very very nicce Sun God
(He totally is sharing the night with Wraith ya'know)
very very nicce Sun God
AmenRa
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Thanks, bro.
I could see Wraith and the Batman totally OWNING the night.
We should do something...
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Abraxas Winterlight
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Wyldfire
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yeh. But where's the erotica kick?
And where's the brain to see ORP not SRP? Damn.
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AmenRa
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I know, right?!
Wyldfire
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It's here on Lit so it must be smut. Gee, I haven't seen any Obama slashfic or *shudder* Romny fic but you hear about them left right and sideways on the GB. I wish people would get it in their heads that not every RP on lit has to be porn.
AmenRa
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Amen, sistah!!!
Abraxas Winterlight
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/seconded
TearsoftheWorld
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But I like sex.
Abraxas Winterlight
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Abraxas Winterlight
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Skyrim is da crack!!!!!!
rogueangel94
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I've been watching it and I'm rooting for RJ all the way, I think the fan pick from comic con would be the best one to win. It would show that the fans might know a thing or 2 about good artists
AmenRa
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Oh, yes it is!
Abraxas Winterlight
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I've been watching it and I'm rooting for RJ all the way, I think the fan pick from comic con would be the best one to win. It would show that the fans might know a thing or 2 about good artists
I'm pulling for Rayce, but in all honesty they are all talented as heck! Whomever wins deserves it.
& Yes Amen, it is!!! Finally got my PS3 toon completely pimped out. Getting a X-box controller for my computer, then look out baby!! Skyrim with mods!!!!!
TearsoftheWorld
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I'll just stick with Super Mario, kthxbai
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And if it works its way into a story it sure as hell works. But I get tired of the same old threads that start off with a strained clunky excuse for the writers to use the good old "And he took his thick meaty member and drove it into her tight pussy... blah blah blah blah..." Almost enough to make one swear off writing or sex itself sometimes.
But well written sex that fits into a story works. It's a rare thing in these threads.
TearsoftheWorld
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Oh I agree. I was just being playful.
actually my crack has been the old republic
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