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Thread: Saved to be a Pritates slave.

Eli stood outside the room silently laughing to himself, a few crew members passing by curious of why he was. Yet no one dared stop to ask, the doubted they really wanted to know. She failed to realize no matter what she did, she was doing as he wanted. She was playing his game weather she liked it or not. Eli was one of the oldest of the crew that still lived, and few knew about him from before he joined. The only one who really knew was the captain, and not even he knew it all. The game is beginning again. Eli muttered as he headed off, he returned to the passenger ship. Most of them were still going around trying to find any treasure missed that they were allowed to keep. Eli made his way through the higher class cabins going through each of the closets gathering up the most girly cloths that he could find. He hoped she wouldn't be to happy about it, but no doubt she would wear them eventually anyways. He also looked at the beds, until he found one that fit his room. Two others were looking through the room, they ignored him. Eli snatched up the mattress knowing his, or rather hers was in shreds. Eli chuckled to himself lightly as he took everything the mattress, pillows, and blankets. Making his way back to the room he open it, ready to kick her back in need be.
Thread: Saved to be a Pritates slave.

Ki had laid down on the torn up bed, holding her knife to her chest as she pulled the blanket up over her, bringing it to her nose. It was in tatters but she didnt care, it was still something to cover her up with. Eyes closed, she looked oddly at home there in the bed of a space pirate that could of strolled in and shot her in the head at any moment. There was no point in getting her panties in a bunch. He had yet to shoot her. Shot close to her, but not actually shot her. Her little rump in the air, she looked pretty damn close to falling asleep. That battle had not been a quick one. She had been running around the haul of the passenger ship for hours, narrowly missing bullets, knives. She was tired, and dirty. She needed a bath but it wasnt like she was about to ask. No, she would just park it here in his bed until he came back and got pissed at her. That was the plan. She heard the door open, but didnt even flinch. She would play. She was asleep. What would he do?
Thread: Saved to be a Pritates slave.

Eli stood at the door looking around to see if any little traps were around, sadly he expected there wasn't. After all she was laying there, shaking his head. She didn't even try if she thought that she was being clever she wasn't. Eli moved in placing the mattress against the wall dropping the clothes to the group he grabbed a dress and opened bathroom door. He tossed it in uncaring where it landed. He got close enough, the bed that he could reach it with his foot. Using his foot to flip the entire mattress, he sat down right on the bed above her. You know cutting up your bed wasn't the wises thing to do. Now when I get off of you why don't you go get in the bath, your dirty and you smell. Eli spoke blandly, he was stating what she already knew, and was telling her what she wanted. Hopping off of her he moved away from the bed giving him a distance to react easier if she struck at him. There's something for you to wear already in there. Eli told her grinning his holster hidden behind the mattress. So was his hand, which was done by intent, to make her nervous of what he was going to do.
Thread: Saved to be a Pritates slave.

One her back so suddenly, Ki grunted when she hit the floor, moving to roll to the left but it was too late. He sat on her. She might have been small, but it wasnt as if him putting the weight on her left her in agony. Just a state of discomfort. She grunted lightly in response to him, her eyes still closed. But he finally moved off of her and she shifted up, glaring at him, a little anxious because of the location of his hand. Bath. Sure. She said, pushing the mattress off and moving quickly, hoping he would neither grab her nor shoot at her, racing for the bathroom. She had wanted to get clean, and now she was getting her wish which was more than pleasing, but it still didnt make her feel entirely too much better about her situation. In the bathroom she looked at the floor, and the dress she was suppose to change into. Sucking her lip into her mouth, she snorted. A natural clutz, and far from lady like, a dress was not something she did well in. Shed be flashing the entire ship. Sighing, she turned, slamming the door shut.
Thread: Canabalt (Yes, another Newgrounds game)

!-- m --a classpostlink relnofollow href m -- The simple idea of this game is to run. Run as far and as fast as you can from whatever the hell is chasing you. Controls are X, C and Space for jumping and that is it! That's all you got! What makes this game one of my personal favorites is that the challenge factor increases more and more as time goes on, whether it's a dud bomb dropping in front of you from out of the blue, ever changing elevations and gaps from building to crumbling building to crane or random placement of boxes and stuff to slow ya down. So run, my fellow BMRers. Run like hell. Just remember one thing. Speed kills.
Thread: Canabalt (Yes, another Newgrounds game)

I've played this game before. Pretty awesome, there's another game that's pretty similar I thinks called Dino Run!
Thread: My Stepmom (me and angelicxdream)

Lawrence sighed as he sat there at his desk, moving back slightly to strech as he shook his head a bit, rubbing his eyes once he had finally finished the small strech he had done. He looked back to the computer screen which had his character finally respawn in TF2 and he smiled as he then moved to get back to the fight. Yes Lawrence was a bit of a gamer, a nerd. His room was filled with posters and wall scrolls of anime, and videogames, but mostly of the female characters from them. His bookshelves had many DnD books and anime figures and the like. Hell the TV in there had an xbox 360 attached to it and many xbox games as well as a large pile of anime. Now even for a nerd this seemed a bit excentric but his father was a wealthy businessman and Lawrence was a slight bit spoiled. However the boy was still rather nice, caring about others before himself more often than not, but he was a little bit of a perv at heart, hence all the anime and video game girl posters. In truth though none of those girls were his crush like most game girls were to nerds, actually he had a much more taboo crush. Just a week or two ago his father had remarried to a new woman who was still quite young, just a few years older than lawrence actually who was 18. Giving a small sigh he remembered how she would walk around the house practically nude, she always seemed to be just egging him on. Shaking his head of the ridiculious idea the boy just went back to his game. Brushing some of the short brown hair from his face and he pushed his brown rimmed glasses a bit higher on his nose up to his hazel eyes as he tried to concentrate on anything but her.
Thread: This Damn City < [ Rekoj/AngelicDream ] >

Damien stepped into the alleyway, his mind racing at a mile a minute, but his feet were moving at a calm and controlled pace into the alleyway. each footstep was careful and precise, while his eyes scanned the grungy darkness for any sign of movement. His sharp ears picked up the unmistakable clicking sound of high hell shoes moving through the dark, and for a moment he took aim down the sight of his pistol again into the darkness. He quickly pulled it back down though, as he slowly started to accept whatever violent gunman or gunmen that had murdered his good friend were long gone. Mass murderers who took down innocents with automatic gunfire didn't often wear high heel shoes. The clicks of the high heels stopped, but Damien continued his careful approach into alleyway, licking his lips as he registered the sounds of sirens in the distance. He stepped forwards very carefully as he didn't trust the darkness, his eyes scanning over the littered pavement, the graffiti covered walls and the dumpsters in the alley. His footsteps were intentionally silent, his pistol still ready in his hands, the cold steel of the grip feeling like it was burning into his palms. As much as his mind was racing with thoughts of who exactly it was he was chasing down, he had to stop himself from thinking of his dead friend. Every time a thought of his partner ran through his head, his grip got a little tigther on the pistol, despite the fact he was almost sure now there was no bad guy to be tracked down at this point. The man normally stood at a very tall 6' 3, his back usually straight in impeccable posture, but in the moment he was stooped and crouched very low to silence his footsteps. In the darkness he could make out the outline of a wall in front of him, he was closing in on the end of the alley. Standing tall, he searched from left to right and then right to left to find any sign of movement or anything to try and find whoever it was that ran into the alley. Unable to see anything, tired of searching with the sounds of sirens approaching closer he lifted his pistol and called into the darkness once again, his voice calm and clear, This is the police, this is your last warning to come out or else I will be forced to shoot on sight.
Thread: This Damn City < [ Rekoj/AngelicDream ] >

This is the police, this is your last warning to come out or else I will be forced to shoot on sight. He wants to rape you, he wants to kill you. That's what she thought, he wasn't the real police. No, the real police wouldn't shoot at some innocent bystander. She was convinced he was a murderer, an insane man who escaped from the mental asylum, someone who wanted to rape young women. Looking around her, she tried to find anything around the dumpster to hit him with so she could manage a five second call to the police station. All she found was just cluttered garbage which made her want to shrink away from the dumpster even more, and decided to hit him with the nearest can of coke. She threw blindly, and dialed the three numbers she had already prepared on the phone, and pressed the green phone button. She waited until she heard a voice and said, I'm in trouble! Someone is going to shoot me. I'm at-- She ended the phone call, the police knew where she was. They could track her phone down. And, she was afraid that he was going to know where she was now. The real police were going to be here any minute and then, he'd be in trouble. She was sure of that. If he shot her, well... she'd just tell the police and he'd end up in jail. She would be the innocent victim in all of this. So, she curled up behind the dumpster, realizing that her chance to move to another dumpster had disappeared. She had been too much of a coward to move, shivering and waiting for the police to show up so that she could go home, and all of this would be over with, he would be thrown in jail. She was looking forward to that. She could feel a shiver run through her body, it was cold out and she hadn't thought of putting on more than a shiny, sequin covered tank-top which probably didn't do much to conceal her position with a throw-over sweater to keep her warm and a pair of dark blue skinny jeans. She was surprised that he didn't catch her yet. But, she could hear his voice loud and clear, he didn't need to raise it. She knew he was close. In fact, every so often, when he paced back and forth, she could see the street light flashing on his skin. She could see him, but he couldn't see her. She had the advantage, flinging another soda can at his face.
Thread: This Damn City < [ Rekoj/AngelicDream ] >

It was dark, but his eyes were slowly becoming adjusting to the darkness that was closing in around him. His ears were perked for any sound, and with his excellent peripheral vision picked up the can flying towards his face. A reflexive twitch to the side, followed by a quick spin as he instinctively aimed at where the can landed. The can rolled into the moonlight, and Damien pulled his pistol to his holster with a sigh. Whatever chance there was that whoever he was chasing into the alleyway was a gunman in the shooting had disappeared entirely. He approached to where the can had come from, only to have to twitch and dodge another can with catlike reflexes. He had seen where the second can had come from, and calmly stepped around the edge of the dumpster to where his target had been hiding. And that was when he saw her, the frail body of a terrified woman- she had seen it all, that much was obvious by the occasional blood spatter on her clothing and her mental condition. She was frightened, and he quickly but calmly offered her a soft hand to help her up. He spoke in a calm voice, My name is Damien Rhodes, I'm a police officer here to help you. Are you alright? He was careful when approaching her, he didn't want to frighten her any more than she already was but it was in his instincts as an officer to approach and help her. He made sure he didn't crowd her, but his hand went to her shoulder. His grip was soft to make sure not to think he was attacking her, but it was firm enough that she would know he was there. The approaching sirens had come closer and closer and finally stopped altogether, alerting him to the fact that his backup had arrived.
Thread: This Damn City < [ Rekoj/AngelicDream ] >

My name is Damien Rhodes, I'm a police officer here to help you. Are you alright? Blinking, Claire looked up at the strange man in front of her. He was tall, towering over her, realizing that she was sitting against the cold wall, blood splattered over her clothes, sitting on the dirty ground in her sequin-covered dress that she had worn just for tonight. She didn't know what he meant by alright. She had protective parents growing up, they had never let her see anything as a child, that would mentally haunt her like tonight had. She had never seen anyone be killed so brutally like they had been tonight, not even stopping to pause to know if they killed the right person, they just killed like it was nothing, like it was just a pit stop on the road to something greater. Her eyes were dark, glazed over with the moonlight casting the glow over her features, her makeup was smeared, and she didn't know what had happened. Fear was gone, in place wasn't hope but more like.. emptiness. She didn't respond. She just sat there, content to be in her own world. She didn't even look at him, to see what he looked like. She didn't know if the police officer was going to stay there, or if he was going to go back to report to his colleagues. Her breathing was slow, she could feel her hands, they weren't clammy with sweat anymore, finally snapping out of it and looking up at him. Hello.. She said softly, barely able to hear the words she uttered herself. She let him help her up, not knowing where he wanted her to go, dusting off the dirt off her dress, clinging to her bag. She hadn't registered she had thrown those cans at him, in her mind, it was self defense, and she had thought he was the enemy, out to hurt her. She was still playing that scene in her head like a movie, and she couldn't stop. But when he spoke to her, that seemed to bring her back to the dark reality. The streetlights cast a small light on the streets, watching a few police cars as they came to the clearing, near her. She felt him hold her hand, directing her to the police car, the one that had no driver, she figured it was the car he drove. She sat in the back, clutching her bag close, shivering from the cold, burying her body close the leather seat as she felt him turn on the heater. She didn't know where he was taking her, all she wanted to do was go home. She had seen enough blood, enough violence to last her her whole life. If she did not see another murder again, she would be happy. But, there was still was... crime, violence, and horror out in the world. She didn't want to be the poor unfortunate soul to see it.
Thread: This Damn City < [ Rekoj/AngelicDream ] >

Damien dropped all other thoughts when he saw the frail body of the scared woman come crawling out past from beside the grungy dumpster. His thoughts of rage over his lost friend, his thoughts of despair for his friend's family, his thoughts about anything at all besides the woman completely disintegrated. His fingers clamped tightly to hers while he helped her out of the mess, and one thought finally made its way into his blank mind. He looked at the small woman, and as he silently led her by the questioning officers towards his vehicle he simply knew he had to protect this woman. She was vastly underdressed for the icy wind of the midnight hour, and he made sure to lean into the vehicle and flick the heaters on before turning back to his fellow officers. He couldn't remember the words he spoke, he just knew that a few moments later he had talked his way into the driver's seat of the police vehicle. He peeked into his rearview mirror to find the woman crunched up against the leather seat, desperate for heat. Turning the keys in the ignition, he started the car and leaned back in his seat for a moment before shifting it into gear. In a blur of movement, he shuffled off his jacket and handed it into the backseat for the woman. He drove the car almost subconsciously, his eyes scanning the road alertly, but occasionally peeking up into the mirror to look at the woman in the backseat. He wished he had more than words to offer the obviously shaken woman, but in his current situation where the road needed his attention, all he had available to him was his mouth. He started when he slowed for a red light, knowing he was only a few blocks away from the police station, How are you holding up?
Thread: This Damn City < [ Rekoj/AngelicDream ] >

Damien sat in the car for a few moments when he reached the station, even though he knew he shouldn't have. He was tired and distraught, but he could deal with being tired. It was simply part of the job when it comes to being a cop, you lived tired. He was more distraught over coming to terms with losing his friend, and as the images of Captain Adair's wife and kids ran through his mind. Was he going to have to be the one to tell his friend's family? It wasn't a job that any cop wanted, but all of them, every single police officer in the station is secretly muttering a thanks under their breath that it wasn't them. Pushing the images of the family out of his mind, he looked into the rearview again to inspect the woman in the backseat. She had definitely out been out for a night of enjoyment, nobody wore that short of a skirt or heels like the ones she had been wearing unless they were out to celebrate. It was supposed to be a joyous occasion for her, but instead it had ended with blood and chaos. Damien looked down to the floor and took a deep breath before opening up the door and stepping around to the back-door. He opened the door of the police vehicle, and offered a soft hand and soft voice, Hey there, can I get a name to call you by? I'm also going to need some sort of identification... I know you've just been through a lot but I need you to come inside with me and help make sure we can keep you safe. I need you to come inside with me and we'll talk with the Chief, get you warmed up and get you a warm meal- alright? Over the radio behind him, he heard reports from the officers that were still at the scene and through their crackled voices he learned that the woman who's hand he grasped was the only surviving witness from the scene. Everyone else, despite the paramedics best efforts, had passed away at the scene. Damien's grip got a little firmer on the woman's hand as he quickly put two and two together to understand that the frail woman beside him was the key to taking down the entire mafia operation of the city. There was nobody more important in the city, celebrities, governors, lawyers and politicians all were insignificant when compared with the importance of this one woman.
Thread: This Damn City < [ Rekoj/AngelicDream ] >

Hey there, can I get a name to call you by? I'm also going to need some sort of identification... I know you've just been through a lot but I need you to come inside with me and help make sure we can keep you safe. I need you to come inside with me and we'll talk with the Chief, get you warmed up and get you a warm meal- alright? It's Claire. Do you know how long it'll take? I just want to go home. There was desperation in her plead, she didn't care how she sounded. She just wanted her warm bed, a warm cup of tea, and a hot shower. She didn't want to eat after tonight. And if she did, she didn't feel like sharing a hot meal with the chief and this officer, she just wanted to be in the comfort of her own home. Was that too much to ask? Regardless, she took his hand, let him help her out of the car, letting her hand drop out from his grasp, and followed him into the building, following his shadow as he led her through this hallway, and through that corridor. Maybe if she went along quickly, she would get out quickly. The chief would know how late it was, how tired she was, and let her go. It seemed logic seemed to favor her. Holding her silver clutch in her hand, she walked quietly until she was told to wait, as he talked to the chief. She sat outside, on the comfortable chair that she could fall asleep in, she was so tired. She told herself it would be more gratifying to be in her own bed, to sleep there. Here, she'd only be able to nap at best. She heard them talk briefly, but she was too tired to concentrate on anything else. Waiting until Damien came back for her, she walked into the office and sat down on the chair, shaking the chief's hand briefly. She wasn't sure what he wanted to ask, she couldn't think properly. He would have to hurry, to get out everything in the open, because in ten minutes, she would fall asleep in her chair and be of absolute no help. She forced her to stay awake as long as possible but soon, she had dozed off. She didn't want to eat, she only wanted to sleep. They would have to either carry her to the police car to drive her back home, or they would have to accommodate her in the station. Either way, she was completely useless at this point.
Thread: The Queen and The Conquered (Nekrosilisk and Notte)

Shadows danced across the dungeons walls as the young captive fought against those who were binding him. His hands were cuffed behind him, and chained to a ring in the floor, rendering their lethal claws useless. His ears were laid back, and the torch light that illuminated the dungeon only made his lupine features more savage and frightening. They still hadn't gotten his feet bound so there he was, snapping his wicked teeth and leaping at his captors as well as the short chain between his wrist and the floor would allow. He was lithe, and his muscles bunched together in tight cords. Tribal marks adorned his body. The black ink showed up easily under the thin gray fur that adorned his body. He wore nothing but a loincloth. They'd tried to take that from his as they had his sword, but the unfortunate soul who'd made the attempt now lay bleeding in a corner clutching his masticated arm. The three who were left each held a muzzle that they were trying to get on him, but none were brave enough to come within range of his bite after seeing what had happened to their comrade. His green eyes glinted in the flames, feral anger burning in them He was a warrior, and he could not stand being bound like this,