The fifth undeveloped idea by Captainsnoopingas, literature
Literature
The fifth undeveloped idea
Francis Wilson The Fifth:
Desc: Something of a stereotype, something of a legend; at least in his own mind. Francis is the typical American geek, when he's not working his job as a low-level corporate code-monkey or practicing with his "totally 1337", snake-centric garage band he's doing- well doing the predictable. His life revolves around spending time lounging and playing online games while seeing how many Cheetos one can stuff into their mouth while still calling out audible orders for the war-mages. With countless hours and inches under his belt he's done just about everything you'd guess a web-junkie would be up to, writing fanfics and
What I did This Summer by Captainsnoopingas, literature
Literature
What I did This Summer
The sun glowed, warmly, feircely, I didn't know, nor did I care; now wasn't the time to be thinking like some hermit in a cave. Philosiphy was for later, now was a time for strategy, for preparedness, for war. So, to the sun I turned my hat, as to block it's rays from my face as the siren blared and out I dashed, alongside ten of my allies, a sea of red, a flow of blood, or perhaps blood to be. Soon along the bridge they went, yet I stayed back, standing high up, surveying, until in a mere moment my trance was broken by the sound of a gunshot and metal striking into the soft pulp of worn wood, the splinters scraped against my arm.
An unpopular misconception. by Captainsnoopingas, literature
Literature
An unpopular misconception.
My face, cold, cocky and arrogant
My body, untoned yet so prepared
My mind, sharp, though so very dulled
My hands, callused and bloodied from deeds past
My welcome, sirens and flares go off in the night, screams and gunshots go off in fear of me
My night, hours of hours of nothing but adrenaline fueled rampaging, never ceasing until I'm watching my target burning from miles away.
My days, filled with sleeping, emotionlessly staring and watching the sun go down to strike somehwere else.
My only true friend, the weapons at my side.
And so I tip my hat back and think hard for a minute "kids these days, the hell they wanna do this for?"
TF Industries' next rookie. by Captainsnoopingas, literature
Literature
TF Industries' next rookie.
Another day for all others, but for me and three-hundred more; to those three hundred more, today was a day to something new, a day to be introduced to another world. One of such simplicity, yet to some interpritors a hidden sense of emotion, such an emotion of brotherhood, companionship and loyalty, and yet throwing all away to backstab those you'd only just been bonded to, strong feelings indeed. Today, one of those many recruits was myself; "slow, take it slow" I'd repeated out of fear, those facts I knew too well.
Perhaps I was the only perso
The fifth undeveloped idea by Captainsnoopingas, literature
Literature
The fifth undeveloped idea
Francis Wilson The Fifth:
Desc: Something of a stereotype, something of a legend; at least in his own mind. Francis is the typical American geek, when he's not working his job as a low-level corporate code-monkey or practicing with his "totally 1337", snake-centric garage band he's doing- well doing the predictable. His life revolves around spending time lounging and playing online games while seeing how many Cheetos one can stuff into their mouth while still calling out audible orders for the war-mages. With countless hours and inches under his belt he's done just about everything you'd guess a web-junkie would be up to, writing fanfics and
What I did This Summer by Captainsnoopingas, literature
Literature
What I did This Summer
The sun glowed, warmly, feircely, I didn't know, nor did I care; now wasn't the time to be thinking like some hermit in a cave. Philosiphy was for later, now was a time for strategy, for preparedness, for war. So, to the sun I turned my hat, as to block it's rays from my face as the siren blared and out I dashed, alongside ten of my allies, a sea of red, a flow of blood, or perhaps blood to be. Soon along the bridge they went, yet I stayed back, standing high up, surveying, until in a mere moment my trance was broken by the sound of a gunshot and metal striking into the soft pulp of worn wood, the splinters scraped against my arm.
An unpopular misconception. by Captainsnoopingas, literature
Literature
An unpopular misconception.
My face, cold, cocky and arrogant
My body, untoned yet so prepared
My mind, sharp, though so very dulled
My hands, callused and bloodied from deeds past
My welcome, sirens and flares go off in the night, screams and gunshots go off in fear of me
My night, hours of hours of nothing but adrenaline fueled rampaging, never ceasing until I'm watching my target burning from miles away.
My days, filled with sleeping, emotionlessly staring and watching the sun go down to strike somehwere else.
My only true friend, the weapons at my side.
And so I tip my hat back and think hard for a minute "kids these days, the hell they wanna do this for?"
TF Industries' next rookie. by Captainsnoopingas, literature
Literature
TF Industries' next rookie.
Another day for all others, but for me and three-hundred more; to those three hundred more, today was a day to something new, a day to be introduced to another world. One of such simplicity, yet to some interpritors a hidden sense of emotion, such an emotion of brotherhood, companionship and loyalty, and yet throwing all away to backstab those you'd only just been bonded to, strong feelings indeed. Today, one of those many recruits was myself; "slow, take it slow" I'd repeated out of fear, those facts I knew too well.
Perhaps I was the only perso
Current Residence: a green house, which is green and does not house plants deviantWEAR sizing preference: The one that fits me Print preference: Somethin' I can hang up on the wall Favourite genre of music: It's still rock n' roll t' me Favourite photographer: Anyone who makes G-mod pics Favourite style of art: No...Zat would be...YOUR MOTHER Operating System: a computer MP3 player of choice: something that plays MP3 files :D Shell of choice: I don't like shells that much but clams are okay Wallpaper of choice: I paint my walls thank you very much Skin of choice: Look, I'm a pervert, I admit it! Now leave me alone, Deviantart... Favourite cartoon character: Those dopey dumbots Personal Quote: "I'm talking to everyone, yet no one at the same time...it's kinda like Twitter"
Favourite Visual Artist
What kind of art?
Favourite Movies
Spirited Awa- I mean something with guns and explosions
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Reel Big Fish
Favourite Writers
Ink, that dude has told so many good stories
Favourite Games
Don't make me choose now...
Favourite Gaming Platform
Anything Nintendo
Tools of the Trade
You'd rather not know, since I don't know either.
Other Interests
Mainly doing things and giving out information about myself that reveals little
I'm still here, just, y'know about the shadows and whatnot, if anyone's cared I'm mostly doing some development with the character "Francis" who's turning out really different than I'd planned. Like so different that he's gone from just a somewhat generic fighting game character who could only hope to get tossed into MUGEN to a protagonist who I think might just have a shot at starring in a comic book and/or video game series given I keep improving him. I'll pretty much check up here every day or so... So yeah, if ya' need me...
Well, first off, I'd like to start with saying (if you're not interested in my personel life, please do scroll down a paragraph.) that my best friend and partner in crime is going to be moving away soon. The issue here is that we've been just getting started, especially with one of our personal projects. He assumedly has an account here also but nontheless, he shall be missed... he shall.
So, on a more optomistic note I've gotten myself an idea for a story, it'll be on the longer end of the spectrum of short-stories with most likely 5-10 decent-sized installments. The idea I feel is original and at least in my own opinion something of brilli
So, I don't know how to say this but there's gonna be a severe decline in my already low activity on this site, which is quite convinient for me considering that... I don't know how to say this but for the next five weeks or longer I'm gonna have to be all sneaky-like to even do anything whatsoever. I don't know how to say this but I keep getting good ideas and forgettin' them before I can write them down or something.