~ See The Leaves That Fall From That Tree ~ By LunaRoseAngel

See the leaves that fall from trees
Watch them fall to ground with grace
Carried by the winds of nature
They never stay in just one place

See the leaves that fall from trees
They grow from branches nice and quick
A seasons when they live their life
Full and short poisoned sick

See the leaves that fall from trees
The venom that we always share
We eradicate our mother nature
And the life that flows through air

See the leaves that fall from trees
They now shrivel up and fall
Don,t even let them their last breath
Grounded, lifeless no beauty at all

Now see the future of our kind
Our greed has brought us to our knees
We have condemned all forms of life
And drank the water of the seas

We have no second earth to hide
We had the cure to our disease
We need not much but open eyes
To see the leaves that fall from trees

Not really I have other stories saved that I have typed up this is just one of the many am quite proud of my writing and thanks for the support that you like my writing.

~ Chapter 3 ~

"Alright, I'm in Oxygen Purification." Jack said into his radio.

"Roger that, babe. I'm working my way through barracks and messhall right now. Looks like they had themselves a grand old time here." Kyra replied. Jack kept his shotgun poised for action as he stalked down the passageway. The deeper he penetrated the forsaken Io Installation, the bloodier things got. And some of this blood looked recent, too. He wasn't sure how that fit in, but when the Forces of Hell were involved, little made sense. He'd managed to put down another half dozen Zombies and Imps so far.

Oxygen Purification was a big, ugly place of huge rooms stuff with technology that helped keep humans alive out in the dark, deep vastness that was space. Jack frowned unhappily as he stalked through the machinery laden corridor. Humanity was never meant to live out in space. It took so much effort to keep them alive. Granted, it was a lot easier and maybe a little cheaper than it was a hundred years ago...but it would probably always be this difficult. And now creepy bastards from Hell were making it that much harder.

Jack snapped his shotgun up and fired, blowing the Zombie's skull clean off its neck. The corpse slammed against the wall behind it, splattering the readout screens with coagulated blood. He stooped to gather a few shells and clips, pocketing them, and then pressed on. This was looking easier and easier every minute. Jack again worried in the back of his head that he was getting arrogant in his demon killing abilities.

So why not prove him right? The Universe has a way of doing that. As Jack entered a large room made small by huge pieces of beeping, glowing equipment covered in bloody dust, his combat senses sent a ripple of apprehension through his nervous system and down his spine. He tightened his grip on his shotgun. There was something...darker, about Oxygen Purification. Something more ominous than the Communications Center.

He took it nice and slow, sliding in between the huge pieces of machinery that created unnatural alcoves and tight, narrow passageways. What hid around each corner? Nothing, so far. Except that Zombie-Jack pounded out another round and dropped the corpse, stooping to gather a bit more ammunition. Something sent a peak of paranoia and he glanced over his shoulder, and nearly crapped his pants when he caught a glimpse of...something.

Jack straightened up, tightened his grip and crept forward. Something was stalking him. He chewed on his lip and prepared for something new. When were the bad guys going to run out of brand new bad guys? Jack turned the corner into another tiny corridor in between a pair of processing units. Again, he barely caught a shadowy glimpse of something going down another alcove. It felt like a Specter, but...then again, it didn't.

Sometimes Jack's combat senses played hell with his mind. He stepped it up, made the turn and found himself staring at something...new. And yet not.

"Oh s***." Jack whispered. He was staring at an Imp, at least, that's what it looked like. Only all wrong. It was too tall, and too ghostly. And it looked a hell of a lot meaner.

"s***!" Jack yelled, blasting out a slug shell into the huge thing. The thing roared and shrieked and took a swing at him. It connected, swiping a gash out of his chestplate and sending him stumbling back several feet. Jack kept tracking the thing as he stumbled and slammed out another slug shell. Blood splashed across the equipment and the thing shrieked again. It took a few steps closer to him and he fired a third time.

The thing finally went down. As he tried to catch his breath, lances of sharp pain tore through his chest. He glanced down and realized the bastard had torn through his armor. What use was armor if it didn't do anything? He put his own personal suffering aside for the moment and knelt by this new terror. The Imp was like something out of a nightmare, maybe a new nightmare...

"Hmm..." Jack muttered. "Nightmare Imp..." he whispered.

"What was that, babe?" Kyra asked.

"Gear up for something new, Kyra. It's...an Imp. But bigger, taller, more transparent and a hell of a lot stronger. So be careful." Jack replied.

"Roger that. And logic dictates that if they've upgraded the Imps...they'll upgrade everything else. This mission just became a lot more important."

"Yep. Fun, fun." Jack straightened up and winced in burning pain. He needed to fix up that wound...Shepard brought his shotgun to bear and hurried on. No way in hell he'd patch himself up in Oxygen Purification...although he might have to. He retraced his steps back to the original Zombie corpse and continued on. He navigated the tight, narrow passageways between softly beeping technology and kept an eye out for new Nightmare Imps. Kyra's words echoed ominously in his head. What else new would they throw at them?

Were they going to upgrade everything? Was this unique to the Io Installation? Or were there Nightmare Things wandering around on Earth, too? Imps and Zombies were fun because they were easy to kill. A few shots from a Sig-Cow, a shotgun blast...you had em down. Where was the fun in making an Imp as strong as a Hell Knight? Would they go that far? Of course, it probably would give them the edge to finish off Humanity. Provided they found some way off Earth and into or onto all of the ships, stations and colonies.

Jack could just picture a group of Imps with big, goofy goggles and hammers banging away at a crude, metal space ship. He chuckled and finally reached what looked like it might be something of an exit out of Oxygen Purification. Or at least a more civilized area of it. He hit the access button and suddenly found himself staring down the gaping, dark, stinking maw of a Demon.

"Hello darkness, my old friend." Jack muttered. He stuck the business end of the shotgun in the thing's mouth while it was still roaring, sending a stink like low tide into Jack's face, and squeezed the trigger. Blood splashed everywhere and sent the Demon stumbling with a big, bloody hole in the back of its neck. Jack put another slug shell into its face just to be certain and shoved another few shells into the gun, then cocked it. He proceeded down the next passageway, which was much broader and led into a transitional area between sections.

That meant a broad corridor with doorways punched into the walls, each conveniently labeled. Bathroom, lounge, infirmary, security station...Jack went promptly to the bathroom. He hit the activation button and hunted through the whole length of the area, even making sure to check the stalls. Nobody was home. Did Zombies still have to piss? Did Imps ever take a leak? Did Demons dump everywhere in big, messy piles? Or did they wipe, even? Jack put aside these deeply philosophical issues as he came to stand before a urinal, set down his shotgun, unzipped his fly, (which was conveniently tied into his combat armor), and took a leak. Once his business was done, he zipped back up and retrieved his shotgun.

Next on the list was the Infirmary. It was a beautiful sight.

"Where were you on Phobos?" Jack muttered as he opened the door and stared around the at least half fresh looking medical bay. At least there wasn't any blood on the walls. A few partially rotted corpses occupied some of the examination tables, but nothing Jack couldn't ignore. He walked over to an unoccupied one, took a seat and began pealing his armor off. After making sure the room was clear, of course.

Jack hunted down a small, handheld mirror once he pulled his armor and shirt off and held it up to investigate the severity of the damage.

"Well, good news is I won't need to play seamstress." Jack muttered to himself.

"Ah, damn. That was my seventh fantasy." Kyra's voice whispered into his ear. Jack chuckled.

"Hey, last I check, you owed me a fantasy." he replied, abandoning the mirror and pulling out the medikit he'd swiped from the shuttle. He cracked it open.

"I'm pretty sure you owe me. Last one we did was yours, remember? Do it in a hot tub in a public location." Kyra replied.

"No...that was a dare. There's a difference between fantasy and a dare. So, you owe me a fantasy. I believe that tied up nurse will do fine, next time we get a free hour or two." Jack said, pulling out some wipes and cleaning up around the wound.

"Ooh, fun." Kyra replied. And sounded like she meant it. Jack grinned, one of the reasons he loved her. He poured some antiseptics into the wound, gritting his teeth against the burning pain and then bandaged. Finally feeling a bit better, Jack pulled his torn, bloody shirt back on, then reattached his armor. Feeling better already, he grabbed his shotgun and decided against restocking his medikit due to the fact that this was all old equipment. He realized he might come to regret this later on, but figured it was just better not to get injured.

Jack slipped back out into the corridor and decided to crack open the lounge just for the hell of it. It was a depressingly sad lounge, just like the one back on Mars before all the s*** went down. But at least these guys had Super Turbo Turkey Puncher 2. Which was better than three had been. At least in Jack's opinion. Better graphics be damned, nothing compared to good old fashioned storyline and tight gameplay. He still couldn't get over dumbing down the gameplay and story telling just for stupid noobs and casual gamers that couldn't be bothered to learn how to play a game properly or keep trying when it got too hard.

Jack abandoned the empty lounge and settled on the Security Center. The door had been ripped off and whoever had been hiding inside had been splattered all over the interior. Jack didn't even bother with that one. It looked too trashed.

Preparing for the worst, Jack pressed forward into the next section of the base, ever closer to his destination.

Thanks am glad that you like the story here's another chapter to the story "Final Doom".

~ Chapter 2 ~

Tunnels again. He hated tunnels. Bad things always happened in tunnels. Jack still had spine shuddering memories of the waste tunnels down in the forsake starbase. His first encounter with the Revenant. He suppressed a shudder and kept his shotgun tight to his shoulder. Skeletons creeped him out now a lot more than they had before. Jack tried to keep focus. He stalked down the corridor that seemed to be closing in on him. Apparently over a year of being dead caused a lot of the pipes to rust and ultimately rupture when the base was reactivated. Which they were still trying to figure out how that had happened.

As a result, mist clung to the ground, the walls, the ceiling...the very air itself. It made for a very creepy environment. Something Jack had plenty of experience with, but had yet to build up a tolerance to. He still got scared. He wished for something bigger in the terms of armament, but his trusty shotgun had yet to fail him. Again, though, he hadn't had any real combat in a year. That was even assuming that there was anything left alive in this base. His mind drifted back over the clues and possibilities as he stalked.

Why had they not found any bodies? Where were the corpses? Marine or otherwise. Surely they men stationed here couldn't have been that unprepared. Then again...he and Kyra were the only ones to survive all three bases. And there were signs of conflict. Blood on the walls, ancient spent shell casings, bullet holes, structural damage...but no bodies. Typically when something was out of place in a situation like this, it was never good. Jack was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. He just knew there were demons lurking somewhere in the misty shadows.

The place had been zero atmosphere and dead cold for a while. Months. Did that kill demonic entities? It was cold in Hell, but not that cold. And there was atmosphere there. Did demons breathe? Some of them had to. Cacodemons shot fireballs out of their mouths. Lots of them roared...they had to draw breath, to roar, right? In all of his thinking, Jack didn't notice the unmoving lump on the ground ahead of him until he had almost tripped over it.

He let out a startled yelp and jerked his shotgun down to face it, but it remained immobile. Jack knelt by the corpse, studying it after making double sure that the area was still secure. It was a Marine, badly damaged. He had been in a suit, but a lot of good it had done him. His legs were missing and his left arm had been torn asunder. The poor bastard had died a bloody, bloody death. Jack grimly checked his pockets, but found nothing of use. Just an old, broken Sig-Cow. Nothing worth salvaging. He straightened up.

"Finally found a body." he murmured into the radio as he pressed on. He had to be close to the Communications Center soon.

"What kind of body?" Kyra replied.

"Human. Marine. Very severe trauma. Got his legs ripped off." Jack explained.

"Wonderful." She fell silent and he kept the silence. He wanted to make some sort of small talk with her, for comfort, but knew they both needed to be sharp and clear. Focused. Another ladder seemed to materialize out of the mist. Jack decided to take it whether it led to communications or not: he was getting a really creepy vibe being down in such tight quarters. He slung the shotgun over his shoulder, looked back the way he came, then forward, then mounted the ladder as soon as he was sure it was still clear.

The Marine quickly scrambled up the ladder and popped the seal at the top. He crawled into another cramped, back maintenance room. Finishing his exit, he turned, resealed the hatch and stood, unslinging the shotgun. The maintenance room exit led him into another tight corridor, much smaller than those in Main Engineering. Jack sighed and pressed forward. As much as he liked toying with Kyra, he had paid attention to the map. Again, he just loved hearing her voice. He knew enough data to navigate the narrow passageways he was in.

The walls were sparsely sprinkled with doors, some broken open, some locked. Jack poked into all those he passed that weren't locked. They were mostly equipment bays: areas meant to contain data storage and the technology meant to make realistic solar system spanning communications equipment actual and operational. There was more blood on the walls, splattered liberally here, there and everywhere, but no more bodies than the first one.

Jack reached a T junction in the corridor and broke left, remembering the general direction of his location. He froze up as he heard an all too familiar groan. Something lurked ahead of him in the corridor, its back to him. He stared at it, hesitating to squeeze the trigger...it had been twelve and a half months since he had seen his last Zombie. And that wasn't nearly enough time. From the back, the guy looked pretty mangled. His clothing at least. He'd been a technician, clad in a generic blue, torn jumpsuit.

While the cloth was torn and stained with blood, the flesh beneath looked solid, even if it was way too pale and a little decayed. The Zombie held a pistol and released another generic groan. Why did they groan? Jack decided that he was better off not knowing that one, shouldered his piece and squeezed the trigger.

It was just like good old times as he realized that popping Zombie skulls never lost its fun. The Zombie went to its knees like in a movie or something as its head blew apart as if it had a grenade in it. Freshly coagulated blood splattered thickly across the dead walls. The corpse finished collapsing forward to the ground. Jack grinned and kept an ear open for anything else that might be around. Nothing came running or screaming as he knelt and retrieved the pistol from the Zombie's hand, as well as a pair of clips from its belt.

He got up, pressing deeper into the comms center.

"I made contact. Zombie." Jack said.

"Really? Funny. I just blasted a pair of Imps. Looks like everything didn't die." Kyra replied with a hint of grim satisfaction. She missed it just as much as he did. Jack chuckled.

"Yep. Let's do what we do best." he replied.

"Roger that, babe." She punctuated her sentence with another shotgun blast, followed by a loud roar of pain. Jack turned another corner, coming into a somewhat broader corridor where he found himself facing another trio of Zombies. These guys were Marines and were all holding Sig-Cows. And they weren't facing away from him this time. Jack raised his shotgun and fired true, blasting the center Zombie off its feet with a chest shot that ripped its ribcage to shreds. The others roared their replies and raised their weapons.

Jack fell back around the corner and cocked the gun as the gunfire plinked around where he had been. When it ceased, he popped back around and fired. Another head exploded in a shower of blood. Gathering initiative, Jack swiveled his barrel, zeroing the sights on the final abomination and pounded out another shell...as well as another gallon blood. The final Zombie fell and all was silent once more. Wary but motivated, Jack continued forward and knelt. He frisked the Zombies, hunting for anything useful, and took one of their Sig-Cows.

It had been a while since he'd seen the little beauty, as apparently their use had only been specific to Earth. Since then, they'd reintroduced the Raptor SMGs and even started passing out copies of the plasma gun Jack had been so fond of back on Phobos. Apparently, it seemed that the UAC was good for something at least. He collected up a few fifty round clips and pocketed them, then pressed forward. The corridor ended in a set of double doors that had to be pulled open. They revealed a very dark, very bloody secret.

Jack had found the heart of the Communications Center, a large, rounded room with a section of glass that served for the middle of the walls. A ring of windows ran along the outside of the room, giving a view of what lay beyond, further into the Comms Center. Apparent in this core, where they actually broadcasted and received signals was where at least one of the last stands had taken place. Most of the windows were broken and bloody, with strips of skin still hanging on the razor sharp shards of glass. There were pools of blood and there were even a few bodies to complete the scene. Spent shell casings carpeted the metal floor.

The still intact door gave Jack a pause, but he quickly realized what had killed them as he continued his investigation. It looked as if the Marines at the time had fallen back and locked themselves in. They had to have figured it was a good place to hold your own. The fact that only the ringed middle section, about waist high, of the wall was all made of glass was not lost on them. A perfect place to duck down behind to open fire on all sides. And the demons must have been coming from all sides.

Blood surrounded the Communications Core in the passageways outside of it. They could had held their own, at least until the ammunition ran out, if...Jack looked straight up...if not for the ventilation shaft directly above them large enough to hold an Imp or Trites or anything skinny enough to come down like death from above. It must have been a slaughter. The thought turned Jack's stomach despite all he had seen so far. He still hated seeing Humans being killed, or even thinking about it. There had been enough dead already.

The thought sent a shock of cold through him. Humanity was teetering on the edge, the brink of extinction. Maybe not for years, decades even...but they would die, eventually. Unless they managed to regain Earth. Space stations, colonies...environmentally sealed places could only sustain life for so long before there wasn't even a reason worth living for anymore. And it wasn't as if there were plans to terraform Mars...

Jack realized his thoughts were becoming dark and gloomy, the way they always did when Kyra wasn't around to distract him. And even sometimes when she was. She said that was her job, besides loving him: making him happy. Typically that meant keeping him out of his own head. It liked to go to dark places, despite his hatred of said dark places. Jack walked forward and hunted along the broken glass for a suitable way through. He finally found one that was at least not positive to get his hands shredded and climbed through.

Jack let out a startled yelp as a fireball flew past his face and he caught a godforsaken, horribly familiar stench of brimstone, death and blood. He spun on an Imp, which had been hiding in a side corridor, out of view. Jack shouldered the shotgun and fired, blowing the thing's chest to pieces. It stumbled back, still alive somehow, and prepared to wind up for another shot. Jack beat it to the punch and never gave it a chance, working the pump action fast and hard and blasting the rest of the thing's torso to bloody bits.

More things growled in the not so distance. Things ahead of him, waiting for him, lurking in the shadows.

Io Installation had been dead, but now it was coming back to life...

Very few games have managed to capture my attention for more than a month or two. This game however has pulled it off effortlessly since 1990. I can still enjoy it for hours if I’m playing in 2-player mode with a buddy. Bub and Bob are as addictive as…well, things that are addictive. They went on to star in multiple games, such as the Puzzle Bobble series, Bubble Memories, Bubble Symphony...the list goes on.

The game begins with two dinosaurs, Bub and Bob, having their girlfriends been captured, the goal of the adventure is to rescue them; you will have to guide Bub and Bob through over 100 levels of bubble shooting bliss. The games simplicity is its most attractive feature. It’s simple to pick up with a friend and get right into it.

Upon starting the game you immediately are thrown into action where you blow bubbles across the screen and attempt to capture the bad guys in them. Notice the orange bad guy in the bubble; he looked just like the other robot before I captured him...(or her, you ladies can be bad guys too...)

When a bad guy (or gal) is captured in a bubble, they begin to float toward the top of the screen.

Graphics: 9/10
Sound: 10/10
Gameplay: 9/10
Overall: 10/10

Congrats to your wife being pregnant and it also being a girl a very popular name that I found to be for a girl baby is Isabelle or Elizabeth those are just suggestions that I thought of.

Am back things have been very busy for me so here's another story that has to do with one of my favorite video games doom.

~ Chapter 1 ~

"This is bulls***." Jack Ward growled darkly as he stalked through the bloody, flickering corridor. The shotgun was a dead, warm weight in his hand, as if surgically attached. It might as well have been.

"Aw, come on, babe. You telling me this isn't want you had in mind for our honeymoon?" Kyra Ward replied over the wraparound earpiece comms unit. He grinned briefly at her snide remark, keeping his eyes on the shadowed doorways, locked in the crimson trim of emergency lighting. He shifted his view intently to the double doors at the end, the hangar to his back. Getting in had been easy, getting in further might not be.

"Not quite. I was hoping to go to Hawaii." Jack replied. Something growled distantly, echoing through the ventilation system.

"Earth's overrun, remember?" Jack hesitated, mentally. He flashed back to their trip into Hell a year ago to kill what Kyra had so aptly named Baphomet. Returning to Hell on Earth had been fairly easy compared to burning into Hell Itself. Jack's theory had held true...for a little while. He had bought them a week before...something...regained control and the invasion continued. But by that time they had managed to save what was left of Humanity. Since then, they'd been spread across the stars, sparsely thinned across the solar system.

It made for crowded living, but the Human Race currently inhabited several mining colonies along the Belt, a few permanent installations on the Moon and several of Jupiter's Moon and Mars, and several hundred colonies orbiting Earth, Mars, Jupiter and Venus. That was all that was left, now. That was the legacy of mankind. With a total population count of roughly ten million. Jack tried to put the thoughts aside.

"Yeah, but we still own Hawaii, remember?" he asked, reaching the double doors at the end of the corridor. He tried them. Locked. He sighed.

"That's classified, remember?" Kyra replied. Jack chuckled.

"Come on, babe. There's no one here but us. This is cake, remember?" Kyra was silent.

"Yeah. Honey...I'm sorry if you're upset about this...but you know how it is. You know how we operate. For the best of mankind...even if it's on our honeymoon...I love you." she said finally.

"You know I love you, too, babe. Don't worry. I love killing demons. I love the way you look covered in blood. Preferably someone else's. Let's just...get this done and go home. Now, remind me why we're here again." Jack replied. Really, he just wanted to hear her voice. And have some more time to figure out how to get around this locked door, short of blasting it open. As if they'd given him enough ordinance for that anyway...Kyra started it off with a sigh.

"Let me run through the briefing again...Sergeant. Before UAC royally s*** their pants on Mars, they tried the same thing in a controlled environment. Same technology, different place. Io. If you look around, you'll notice that's where we currently are. Demons invaded, lots of people died...they locked the facility down. Abandoned it." she explained.

"So...what? It just disappeared off the face of the record book?" Jack replied. Kyra sighed again while he began hunting through the various side doors, only finding several small maintenance closets and storage rooms.

"You know the UAC, Jack. They bought Mars. And her two moons. How hard would it be for them to sweep something like this under the rug? Or hide the facility entirely? I mean s***, we thought the two moon bases on Phobos and Deimos were meant for waste disposal."

"So why didn't they just nuke it from orbit?"

"It was worth a lot of money. They were basically hoping that if they just cut the power, lock the doors and wait it out...everything would eventually die and they could go in and clean the place up. Try again."

"And they never got around to it, eh? So what brought us back?" Jack was beginning to enjoy this. He pulled open another door and found a small maintenance closet that came complete with a service hatch. He popped it open and stared down a flickering shaft. Jack lowered himself after a moment and began climbing carefully down.

"Command picked up a power surge from the base. After that another more intensive scan revealed a mobile power surge in the core of the facility. Whatever it is...it's had time to move around the whole base and do...whatever it is it does." Kyra explained. Jack didn't press her anymore. He knew the rest. He hoped off the ladder, staring down the length of the dark tunnel he'd gotten himself into.

After kicking ass on Earth, and ultimately running away, Jack and Kyra had been put to a different test: helping Humanity without shooting a gun. They spent about ninety percent of their time over the past twelve months either going from one place to another or personally training the new recruits to fight the Forces of Hell. Although no actual plans had been made to take back Earth yet. As far as Jack had heard. In between training exercises, long retellings of events not so long past and tweaking on the not so Universal database on the demons, he managed to find time for eating, sleeping, keeping in shape, (with Kyra as often as he could), and more recently, getting married.

Jack stared down the tunnel, keeping his shotgun shouldered. So far, they hadn't run into anything living. But there were no corpses around, Human or otherwise. That sent Jack's combat senses screaming. That, plus the awful, ominous feeling he was getting from the Io Installation. Jack reviewed exactly what it was he was doing here while he stalked down the narrow passageway. Steam leaked into the air from several ancient pipes, giving the area a diffused, surreal look. The plan seemed simple enough.

After the mobile power source had moved around quite a bit, final scans, done by Jack from the speed ship he and Kyra had taken directly to Io from the Belt, had indicated that it had come to rest in the very center of the base: the fusion reactor. Something that Jack had all intentions of setting to overload and blowing to Hell. And he would be doing that if Humanity didn't need the room. After clearing the base, Command was giving the go ahead for technical and reconstruction crews to come in and make the place livable again. Things were crowded enough as it was and everyone was getting desperate, all the while trying to have babies and restart the population for the ultimate miracle attack on Earth that would reclaim them the planet.

Jack had little hope of that. He had heard whispers of special research being done based off of the UAC's designs, but it was very top secret. Namely because if anyone caught wind of more experiments based off the technology that had gotten everyone into this mess in the first place, there'd be a rebellion or mass rioting or...something dangerous and boring like that. Honestly, Jack found it hard to get excited about anything anymore besides Kyra. Maybe it was why he found himself in the current weapon predicament he was in.

Maybe it was because they were growing lax from no real combat since Earth, but when they'd gotten the call, all they had on them were their shotguns and pistols. No rocket launchers. No chainguns. No BFGs, (not that he'd run into any since the first). Not even a double barrel. Just plain old shotguns and pistols. Throw in a pair of radios and medikits and that made a full field kit. As far as the manual was concerned from way back when. Of course Jack wasn't caught completely on unawares. He had his armor at least.

He finally found a corresponding ladder and slung his shotgun, hurriedly clambering up it. He popped the hatch atop the ladder and found himself standing in a similarly dark, old, dusty maintenance chamber. Jack opened the door and stepped out. He was past the locked door, and now found himself staring at an even larger pair of double doors. Or at least, where they had once been. They were broken down now, busted outwards by what looks like sheer, brute force. Jack would put his money on a Hell Knight, or maybe a lot Demons in a pissy mood.

He made his way through it, walking beneath a flickering sign proclaiming: Main Engineering. A good place to be if you were on your way to the Fusion Reactor. Jack missed Kyra as he stepped into the large, domed room. It was huge, dark, full of shadows and could be hiding anything. He wondered again why they had decided to enter the base from separate locations as he slunk along the wall, skirting the edge, looking for anything lurking in the darkness. The area remained as still and silent as a long abandoned tomb.

Kyra could have watched his back. But he trusted his combat instincts enough for that. She'd do fine on her own, and he'd do fine on his. A lesson he had learned back on Earth. He kept his eyes open, staring at four large pillars that dominated the rounded, domed room. Each pillar was lined with technology that had once glistened but now was dead and inert. Power wouldn't last forever. The air tasted stale and the crimson lights were getting to him. He wanted to do this fast, get in and get out and have a real honeymoon with his wife.

Jack finally made it around to the other side of the room, locating the corresponding double doors that led deeper into Main Engineering. At least his path was simple. Main Engineering led on to Research and then that led to the Reactor. Three simple sectors. Easy as pie. He stopped before the large double doors and stared up at them.

"I've got a problem." Jack muttered.

"What? Resistance?" Kyra replied immediately.

"Not of the alive kind. More of the 'locked door' variety. And it's a big one. Can you...reroute it or something? Get to a security station, hack it?" he asked.

"Negative. If you can't find a way to open it from there, you'll have to go around. Security Centers are shot, far as I can tell. Besides, there's not enough power for a hack."

"Yeah, and there's not enough time to go around."

"There is if you stop b****ing and do it. Besides, we already planned for this, remember?"

"Uh...vaguely?" Kyra heaved a weary sigh across the channel.

"Christ, babe. You never pay any attention when we're planning. Where would you be without me?" Kyra asked.

"Dead, probably." Jack replied.

"Not with your luck. Listen, honey, we already went over this when we looked at the map on the way here."

"I was busy looking down your shirt." Another sigh. Jack smirked.

"Well, I was busy trying not to get us killed. There should be a maintenance hatch in the upper right hand corner of the room. That will take you to the Comms Center. From there, you can work your way around through Oxygen Purification and Storage. That will bring you into an alternate entryway into the lab, my entryway. We'll meet up there, tackle the Labs and Reactor together. Got it?" Kyra asked.

"Got it." Jack replied. While she was speaking, he had hunted down the service hatch and pulled it open. Another ladder, another tunnel. Wonderful. "Love you, dear." he said as he lowered himself into the darkness.

"Love you too, babe. Try not to get yourself killed."

My Favorite Movies -

- Live And Let Die.
- You Only Live Twice.
- Goldfinger.
- On Her Majesty's Secret Service.
- Moonraker.
- The Spy Who Loved Me.
- A View To A Kill.
- Octop****.
- For Your Eyes Only.
- Dawn Of The Dead (70's).
- Day Of The Dead.
- Zombie (Lucio Fulci).
- Deep Red (Dario Argento).
- Suspira.
- Inferno.
- The Bird With The Crystal Plumage.
- Opera (Terror at the Opera).
- Tenebrae
- The Deadly Spawn" AKA "Return of the Aliens: The Deadly Spawn.
- Attack Of The Killer Tomatoes.
- Cannibal Barbarians.
- Killer Clowns From Outer Space.

Everybody has an opinion if they like Metallica or not I like alot of there early songs that they had on there albums that I would listen to on tape mostly it was on radio when the radio station played one of there songs.

This is a list of my favorites of the Metallica albums that I like.

I enjoy

- Writing fan fiction.
-Reading banned books.
- Playing guitar and Bass W/ playing to music.
- Listening To Records
- Going to the beach.
- Running.
- Shopping.
- Online video game playing & playing PC game on my desk & laptop.
- Driving around getting out.
-Flying & driving my gas model airplane & car around outside.
-Hanging out with alot of my really good good friends.
-Helping in shelters feed the homeless and food drives when I can.

This movie was so lame though the whole movie you did'nt get to see what the creature looked liked and people kept getting sucked under the sand not that scary really I have seen scarier with horror zombie movie Day Of The Dead.

Remember playing this game awhile back who else played this PC game and actually like the graphics they were very smooth and for a 90's game was better than some of the other PC games that I played on my desk computer.

If you want with your feedback tell me in your thoughts what you thought of this PC game when you played it or if you would play it again?

Author: LunaRoseAngel
Program: Microsoft Wordpad
Category: Ninja Gaiden Fan Fic
Rating: PG
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Chaotic, yet simultaneously serene, the sun casts its light over a similarly natured vista. A picturesque forest stands illuminated by it; similar to the world it resides in, however, it slides inexorably closer to darkness. Amongst the flora and all its vivid greens, the umber trunks of the great and long-lived trees, and the shadows doing their timeless dance over the forest carpet, many things are amiss. This peaceful scenery hides the aftermath of battle. Only one thing is certain when man raises his sword against his own; death.

Human forms lay prostrate and lifeless. Long slashes leave the corpses dry husks; achromatic splashes, now mostly dried into the ground, exist as testament to the life that previously flowed within them. Others merely appear to be sleeping until, upon closer inspection, one notices that the neck has been snapped or chest crushed.

Surveying the carnage, the figure cloaked in shadow lets out an exasperated sigh. How had it come to this? Hayate had let loose the dogs of war on a Goddess of War. Few could match the unbridled fury of a master of Mugen Tenshin. Kasumi could not be touched by any of these men. They had no chance. Hayate knew it. Yet he had sent them to their deaths and returned to the village shortly thereafter. It seemed he didn't want them to catch her. If that was the case, though, why was this man standing in that forest?

The hours bleed away, ticking off to the tune of the setting sun.

Sunlight glints off of the fast disappearing surface of the Dragon Sword as it slides into its sheath. Its owner makes sure it is secure and flicks the clasp over, locking it into place. He drops a now bloodied black cloth onto the ground, having no further use for it. Shooting a glance down at the shadowy form on the ground, his eyes close for a brief moment. One last glance cast up at the fading fire of the sun and it's time to go.

Stepping unceremoniously over the body, he makes his way to a nearby clearing in the canopy above. The shadows slide off of him as he enters the direct sunlight. It reflects off of his silver forehead protector as he gazes up, watching the sky. A cry pierces the stillness of the forest, coming from above and behind him. He waits, though not for long.

A falcon glides into view and veers towards his young master. The raptor alights atop his shoulder and receives a gentle rub on the neck from his master's finger. Ryu Hayabusa looks up into the clear blue sky for a moment, his hand unconsciously sliding towards a rather vicious looking cut in his armor.

Although the wounds had been healed, several slashes in the leather armor were visible. The fight had not gone well. A master of Hayabusa-style ninjutsu, easily the most powerful style of ninjutsu, had just clashed with a master of Mugen Tenshin style ninjutsu. While the styles aren't wholly dissimilar, Ryu himself was unfamiliar with it, and not accustomed to fighting against it. Both styles are extremely fast and powerful, relying on several illusionary techniques to aid the practitioner. The problem with this is that when two similar styles collide, it always comes down to a close quarters fight. Kasumi had come to this realization slightly faster, being on edge from the pursuit.

He had encountered her resting on a branch, clearly winded from the battle the previous night. She had single handedly disabled or killed twenty men, all highly skilled, without taking so much as a visible scratch. The problem was the mental and physical exhaustion. Believing herself in the clear, she had settled in high above the forest floor to rest. She was far from safe.

Hayabusa closed his eyes for a minute, remembering the events that had taken place just over four hours ago.

Her blue raiment was what gave her position away. Dashing from tree top to tree top looking for her, he hardly expected to find her sleeping on his level. What had stopped him was the splash of blue nestled safely away in the top of the old tree. He stood on the adjacent ginkgo tree, collecting himself.

She had brought this on herself the moment she had gone rogue. A runaway shinobi is not tolerated. A village's secrets are not to be compromised. It does not matter who that shinobi is; they must be dealt with all the same. Hayate was a wise man. He knew this. He would not break tradition and clan rule to save his sister. He was honor-bound to see his villages secrets die with her. He sent a small contingent of ninja after her, but they were merely to slow her down.

Waiting for the right moment, he had knelt in silence among the branches. Several hours had passed. While watching her sleep, he had remembered the conversation from two days ago that had brought it all about.

“Ryu, I have never asked you for any favors. You are a great friend to me and the Mugen Tenshin clan,” Hayate had said. “Things have changed, though. I need to ask a favor of you.”

He takes a deep breath.

“I need you to track down and kill Kasumi.”

“Hayate, are you sure? She has been invisible ever since she attacked and killed Raidou and was captured by DOATEC. She could not have spoken to anyone. She could not have divulged any of your clan secrets. Does she really need to die?”

Hayate had merely looked up with a resigned look on his face. “They cloned her, Ryu. She has given DOATEC every secret we have.”

“Might I remind you, you were cloned as well, Hayate.”

“I was cloned improperly. You may remember my clone as using a form of Karate, not ninjutsu. You may also remember her clone was nearly a perfect reproduction of her. Our network of ninja have infiltrated DOATEC. We're planning a strike on them. We don't know when. Some rather disturbing news has recently come to light.” He paused. “DOATEC has been working on creating more clones of Kasumi. Our sources tell us they've been experimenting on the clones to make them even stronger than the original.”

More silence.

“If Kasumi were to be re-captured, they would be able to accelerate their research. They haven't yet perfected their technique. There is still time. Due to our clan's rules, however, we cannot simply take her under our care. Therefore, she must be killed to make safe our secrets and slow DOATEC's plans.

“Will you help us, Ryu? Will you help me?”

Opening his eyes again, his hands wrapped around the hilt of his trusted sword, he shifted his weight uncertainly. It's always humbling to think back on a battle; think back on what may have been. What if he had slipped up?

The ninja banishes the thought as quickly as it forms. What was done was done. He glanced back at the corpse again. The memory of battle surged to the forefront of his consciousness. He remembered it clearly, second by second. It had only happened fifteen minutes ago, after all. He closes his eyes to relive it.

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Ryu unclasps the Dragon Sword slowly, not wanting to wake her until it was the right time. Pulling the blade fully free, he shields the blade from the sun to nullify the chance of a reflection giving him away. His eyes shift back and forth, taking in the entire forest. He hears a slight sound from just beyond Kasumi's tree. Time to move.

He settles back onto his hind leg, and utters the incantation. In a flash of light and smoke, he disappears. Before he's even through to the other side, he's raising his sword. The emergence on the other side allows him the element of surprise on his quarry. His sword bites into his target, blood spilling from the cut, but her wrist guard blocks the brunt of the attack. The fact that his target had so easily blocked his attack was no surprise. His target was fully awake, after all.

The auburn haired beauty wasted no time in leaping backwards to the nearest tree. Her eyes pierced through him, seemingly looking past him. This was, in fact, what she was doing. It wasn't where she was looking that caught his attention though. It was her eyes themselves. There was something unnatural about them. . .

She leapt forward and extended her elbow, hoping to catch him full-on in the chest. He was no longer there when the attack should have connected. His strike with the Dragon Sword came from above and behind her. She spun, thrust her wrist guard between her and the blade once again, and shoved the blow aside. In one single, inhumanly fast motion, she drew her own blade, and sliced in a horizontal motion across his chest.

Surprised, he managed to pull back in time to see only a small piece of his armor falling to the ground. He hadn't even felt the cut. This was one fast little girl.

He swung upwards, attempting to remove her sword arm, but she's no longer there, finding only air. He whips the sword over his shoulder to block the attack aimed at his neck, his muscles straining under the force of the blow. He parries the attack, spins, and kicks outward, catching her full in the chest. She crashes through several branches in a neighboring tree before hitting the trunk itself. Stunned, his opponent falls the thirty feet to the ground, landing with a sickening crunch.

Appearing in front of the body, Hayabusa keeps his sword pointed at her head. Resting the tip under her right arm, he rolls her over onto her stomach. She doesn't move. She is no longer breathing. Still using the sword, he pulls the back of her tunic away from her neck, revealing the tattoo. Satisfied she's dead, he kneels closer. He reads what it says, then stands again, once again sure of himself. He quietly says the incantation once again and is once again standing in the tree top.

Once again he had found himself looking at a sleeping Kasumi.

After waking her, he had explained the situation to her. That Hayate had condemned her. That Ryu had agreed to hunt her down. That one of her clones was also after her.

Taking her down to the ground, he guides her to the body of her clone. She looks at the tattoo in shock.

“ALPHA PROJECT SUBJECT 143”



Chapter 2: Assault

The metallic stench of blood tainted their senses, omnipresent and ever a reminder of their own mortality. This blood does not stain their clothing though, or their skin, nor even their blades; no, this blood stains their memories. Memories of furious battles, memories of lives and innocence lost. Flashes of tattooed numbers; sometimes clearly visible, sometimes needing to be guessed at. One-hundred-forty-three, 144, 145…each number attached to a more and more vicious opponent. No one clone had stood long, however. Not before the combined might of the Master of the Hayabusa Clan and the heiress to the Mugen Tenshin lineage.

They stood together in the darkness, just outside the reach of the searchlights, just outside the line of sight the soldiers so stubbornly kept up. The only indication of their presence at all is the shadows thrown behind them by the moon itself. The sounds of marching boots and radio chatter struggled to reach their ears at this distance, but not a sound would make it back to the other party. No, if anything was heard at all, it would be the hum of a blade through air. And it would not sound long.

No words are exchanged, for none are needed. Countless bodies lay behind them, all with stolen visages. Each had been more and more powerful than the last, and not all had had the patience, honor, or courtesy to wait their turn. It had been brutal, it had been fast, it had been everything but clean. No rites were followed for the dead for they deserved none. A clone deserved nothing. Their bodies lay where they had dropped; a quick glance at their necks, when still possible, was all that was needed for identification. Their eyes stared up at the sky, cold accusations from a corpse that neither perceived nor cared. Every corpse dotting a map seen by none but known only by two, leading inexorably…

Here.

Thirty feet below the pair, the spotlights parted, the soldiers' patrols led them away from the area, the helicopters overhead a distant thumping sound. A blind spot. An entrance. The end for them all.

A soldier turned down the path that would lead to his chosen destination, thirty feet above his normal patrol route. It overlooked the whole camp and was his place of respite and calm during an otherwise tense and long day. The moonlight cast a soft blue hue over everything, but did not provide much in the way of actual light to walk by. He had his rifle-mounted lamp for that. Despite the somewhat odd lighting clashing with the harsh, powerful beam emitted by his rifle lamp, the night was still and calm. Perfectly fitting mood for a meal. Once he reached his spot, he prepared to sit, but noticed something strange. A cloud of dirt floated just before him.

Odd , he thought. There is no wind…

The soldier ignored the peculiarity of it all in favor of just getting to the task at hand. Very little could disrupt the break of a DOATEC soldier. Setting his rifle down and loosening his boots, combat belt, and heavy Kevlar vest; he settled to the ground. Once properly situated, he reached into his pack and pulled from it his bagged meal. Before moving to open it, he glanced again at the curious cloud of dirt that had now all but dispersed into the still night air. Four depressions had been made at its epicenter, though they were much too big to be the usual rodents or birds in the area.

Curious now, he temporarily forgot about his lunch and rose, grabbing for his radio still attached to his combat belt. He triggered the talk button and called in his location and identified himself by serial number. DOATEC assigned individual numbers to each member of its security detail, though security detail is just a modest term for the small army it employed. Nearly 200 members of that force staffed this installation alone, and it was but one of many. None were more important, though. The Tri-Tower, it was called.

He finished calling in the disturbance and sat down again to eat, the situation no longer his problem.

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Soldier designate DOATEC-PA716, frowned as his wrist LED changed colors. Normally a bright green, the LED now gave off a harsh yellow glow, indicating something was amiss. Nothing had come down through the Alert frequency on his radio yet, so he merely shrugged and unshouldered his rifle. Thumbing off the safety, he sighed and wondered why HQ bothered changing the status indicators at all. If it was so important, why not just let everyone know what was going on? More to the point, if it was so unimportant, why bother raising an alert status? Good questions, and they would be brought up at his end-of-shift debrief.

Paranoid a**h***s.

He continued his lonely route through the dark alleys of the complex, office buildings, dark and ominous, towered overhead, casting a net of shadows over everything. His only sources of light, the LED on his wrist and the lamp mounted on his rifle, were never really enough. He grumbled to himself and flipped on his Light-Enhancing Goggles built into his helmet, pausing as he did so. A quiet buzzing song broke the silence as they adjusted his view of the world, making it seem almost as if it were broad daylight out, and not three in the morning. The goggles gave off a ghostly red glow to any onlookers, not that there were any. The soldier had always found it fascinating to observe other soldiers with the LEGs activated. Any amount of movement left an interesting red trail, almost akin to what one might see if they squinted at fast-moving cars taillights in front of them.

It was always the little things that fascinated him.

Once his eyes finished adjusting, he resumed his steady pace down the path, perhaps 300 meters from where his path would intersect with another soldier's route. No words would be shared, but it was always a highlight to even see another comrade during these damned graveyard watches. As he moved forward, visualizing his patrol route as he went, he caught sight of what seemed to be a blue bird flying overhead, bouncing from wall to wall in the narrow alley. He watched it for a moment, not fully comprehending what he was seeing. It moved incredibly fast through the alley, a blue, white, and red blur, rounded a corner, and was gone. Could that have been a bird? It most certainly had to be, given the height at which it traveled. Only it had most definitely been too large for any bird he had ever seen.

He stopped dead in his tracks.

His route disappeared instantly from his mind, concerned only with the intruder. He processed everything he had just seen through his trained mind, taking mere seconds to put it all together. A ninja, female from the looks of it, had just gone right over him. Why was he still alive? She had to have seen him. Not stopping to wonder at his good graces, he grabbed at his radio. Blinking in the enhanced-light world his goggles provided, he was about to call it in when he realized another soldier had appeared right in front of him.

Might as well get a second opinion before alerting the brass , he thought.

Looking the soldier over, he realized for the first time how ridiculous it was to have so much equipment. Rifle, sidearm, grenades, heavy full-body Kevlar armor, matching survival pack, and this particular soldier had an RPG launcher slung over his shoulder, much like himself. Why carry that much equipment when our primary concerns, the ninjas, were so unencumbered ? Only chance is to catch them at long range anyway. No use being slowed down.

Best course of action when a ninja sees you first? Run.

Curious, then, that this particular soldier was teetering like a drunk, not a soldier on Yellow alert status. PA716 went to call out to him, demand an explanation for this outrageous dereliction of duty, but found he could not. Frustrated he tried again, but then remembered the radio still held in his hand. He must first call in the intruder. Then he could deal with the shameful and drunk individual in front of him. He attempted to raise the radio to his face to speak into the receiver but for some reason it just wasn't happening. The soldier in front of him had raised his own radio now, but…

Where the other soldier's head should be was a fountain of arterial spray, messy and chaotic.

Horrified, PA716 tried to turn and run but found the effort to be impossible. Was he really immobilized by fear? All that training had not allowed him even a modicum of self-control? He started to faint from the horrible sight, but as the world around him darkened, he caught sight of the decapitated soldier's pack. Stenciled in a special glow-in-the-dark laminate was the soldier's designation: DOATEC PA716. In that second, right before the real panic could set in, a heavy black shadow smothered the remaining light in the alley, moving swiftly past the already-cooling corpse. The shadow sheathed its sword and leapt into the air, bounding between the buildings with a mounting speed as it moved quickly away.

Ridiculous , PA716 thought. Shadows couldn't wield a sword …

And then the world gave way to darkness.

Caught With Your Pants Down - AC/DC

Uninvited never could beat that game and the death scenes are a bit tiresome when your in the one area it just was never really my kind of game unlike Super Mario bros that I could play over and over.

Big Gun - AC/DC f/ Motion Picture Movie The Last Action Hero

David Mustaine from the metal band megadeth he has quite the talent with singing as the frontman I feel bad for james of metallica he let go some of the best talent there is with playing guitar and singing.

Along The Watchtower - Jimi Hendrix

Take A Bow - Muse

Originally posted by ziggy

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You watched at least 3 of those leprechaun movies despite hating the first 2?

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Yes cause I thought they would of been good but I only like the first leprechaun movie with jennifer anison in it cause I like her as a actress even in the movie Rock Star.

Originally posted by CloudStrife

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well here it is m answers to thse questions:
~ Castlevania: Symphony Of The Night ~

What is the name of the Black Sword that is strong against Holy?

C.Mormegil

Where can you find 'Ring of Ares'?

B.Abandoned Mine
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Legend Of Zelda: Ocarina Of Time

What is the cost for five Deku Nuts when you deal with the Business Scrub in Jabu-Jabu's Belly?

D.Twenty rupees

Link first meets Sheik in the Temple of Time. This character has a very noticeable facial feature. What is unusual about Sheik�s face?

A.Red eyes
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Super Mario Brothers

At the end of realms with flags, how many points does Mario get if he jumps on the very top of the flag?

A.10000

If, at the end of the first world (1-4), Mario kills Bowser with fireballs, Bowser will turn into which foe before falling off the screen?

B.Hammer Brother
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Your really good with the video game trivia the answers that you posted for the trivia questions are all right and I was wondering should I continue?