|Ok, as my Missingno pic has broken the 1000-view, I've decided to change my featured Dev. Here's my latest pic of Jeremiah.|
LXGames chapter 1The League of Extraordinary GamesLXGames chapter 1 by Shadymissionary
"Boss, I know how you feel about rock music and that former call girl, Lynch. But the stadium needs the money, and the bands always bring it in. We've had dozens of suggestions to boost our profits, and the concerts are the only things that are respectable enough. So I'm gonna forget the lyrics they sing and hire'em tonight. We'll discuss 'ethics' and 'taste' while we're counting the cash."
The Las Venturas stadium wasn't usually this packed. The soccer games and public speeches by the mayor were always attended by diehard sports fans and people eager to boo the politicians. It was always only half-full each time, as people and therianths in the city found more engaging things to entertain them. But now it was filled with men, women, therianths and countless others, all eager for the music to start.
Casey Lynch was in the spotlight, with every creature in the stadium having their eyes and ears on her. Most would
LXGames Mario "I hope you understand the need for confidentiality. At the moment, it is in our best interest that the existence of Rapture and the League remain a secret. That is why we are minimizing the amount of workforce brought from the surface. We have been assured that 'Mario Bros Inc' is the most reliable handyman firm available. This is why you were selected in aiding the rebuilding of this city. Any expectations of salary and supplies will be met within reason, of course. We trust we may rely on you."LXGames Mario by Shadymissionary
Mario drummed his fingers patiently as he sat in the bathysphere. He was looking forward to his destination. By blocking off the water at strategic points, he was able to drain the pumping station near Dionysus Park, emptying out enough water for actual work to be done. This would probably be his biggest challenge yet, but he was up for it.
A voice came on the handyman's commlink. "Mario, can you hear me?"
"Of course." was the cheery reply.
Sofia continued. "I was hop
|My ongoing story|
Pokemon Dark Mirror prologue The definition of a monster is subjective.Pokemon Dark Mirror prologue by Shadymissionary
The dictionary understanding of a monster is something inhuman. However, the variety of monsters, fictional and real, is so complex and deep that the simple dictionary definition becomes obsolete almost immediately. There is only one known way to organize 'monsters' as a whole, dividing them into three categories.
There are what are called 'Pocket Monsters'. Pokemon, for short. Creatures wielding the very elements and using them for powerful combat, and yet can be tamed. Befriended. Commanded. By children, no less.
Children such as Ash Ketchum. He is young. Brave. Inexperienced, by the standards of many. In truth, however, he has seen far more than any of his rivals could dream. He has ridden on the back of legends, fought with the gods themselves, and triumphed over impossible adversity. And he is still but a child.
The second class of monster is 'human monsters'. Those draped in the skin of men, but with blackest hearts, eager to pervert
|My most popular story. Part 4: Tournament of Vengeance in progress|
A New Era - InterviewIt took a while for Futakh to dig up a VCR that could play Infernape’s tape, and it took some fiddling with the TV screen and at least one handyman before he could actually watch it from the beginning. Even so, the Dewott just spent several minutes staring at the screen before he willed himself to put the tape in and press ‘play’. He knew that whatever he’d see on the screen would not brighten his mood at all.A New Era - Interview by Shadymissionary
The first few seconds of the tape was just static and wavy lines, telltale signs of an overplayed tape being started up. Noting the clear degradation, Futakh decided to record this on a higher resolution disc while he was at it…though if he was being honest with himself, he’d admit that he wanted the excuse of more tech fiddling and setting up to delay actually watching the tape.
Eventually, everything was set up and Futakh was out of excuses. With a sigh, he sat back and turned the VCR and recording equipment on, letting the tape play.
Dark Mirror: Tournament of Vengeance chapter 14‘Trainer’s corner” was a local show that aired every night of the Lily of the Valley Conference, interviewing trainers participating in the tournaments. It was standard TV interview fare, with two comfortable red chairs in front of a window overlooking a view of the city, with a huge TV screen to the side. The interviewer, a Mashuran woman named Khalisah, sat in the chair on the right, facing her subject as she questioned him.Dark Mirror: Tournament of Vengeance chapter 14 by Shadymissionary
Paul was wearing his typical trainer outfit, and he was trying-and failing-to wear a casual expression on his face. He had spent some time going over potential questions and rehearsing his answers, and he was fairly confident he could handle this interview. Idly, he wondered if Ash or any of those other trainers was watching him…if he was smart about this, maybe he could teach them a thing or two.
“So, Mr. Slade…” She asked Paul. “…Who was your inspiration as a trainer?”
“Well, it used to be my bro
Dark Mirror: Tournament of Vengeance chapter 13Brightness. Sharp brightness. Painful brightness. Misty closed her eyes again and shuffled stiffly in her bed. Somehow, Misty always imagined heaven would be more comfortable.Dark Mirror: Tournament of Vengeance chapter 13 by Shadymissionary
Of course she was in a hospital. She could hear the hum of the fluorescent light, feel the still bed pillows under her, smell the sterile disinfectant and…something a little sweeter. What she didn’t understand was how, exactly, she got from the street to here. Last she checked, she was about to get impaled by an unholy nightmare creature above her. Not lying in a hospital bed being looked over by…Ash…?
No…it was a her…
“Oh…you’re awake…thank goodness.” Delia breathed a sigh of relief. She was sitting beside Misty’s beside, next to a table with a bunch of flowers. Water-Lilies, Misty guessed.
Blinking the overwhelming light out of her eyes, Misty slowly sat up to look at the woman. She could feel the bandages around her hands and head, and she
I Accuse You!“You think you’re gonna pin this on me? I just figured it out! It was YOU, Phoenix Wright! YOU were the one who murdered him!”I Accuse You! by Shadymissionary
With the witness’s sudden accusation, the gallery was in an uproar. The Judge pounded on his gavel in a desperate attempt to calm the situation. “ORDER! ORDER!” he bellowed. Once the shouts of the crowd had faded to something that slightly resembled silence, the judge took a deep breath and looked right at the witness. “What is the meaning of this accusation?”
“That’s what I’d like to know!” Phoenix Wright demanded from the defense’s stand. “Why on earth would you think that I killed Mr. Newhouse? Just yesterday, you were claiming that my client was the murderer!”
“Ohhh no…that was before I looked you up, Wright.” The witness, a security guard named Coris P. Cyan, smugly answered “The turnabout king who uses mysticism and spirit channeling to