Need to get the idea down before it runs away

(Damn you, plot bunnies!)

It wasn't long before they knew. It was cold. Frost lined the inside of the abandoned building. The warehouse which once held many encoded plans. The one place that could have been used to hide people, now a place which held the small group hostage. They had become prisoners in their own operation facility. Everything had been shut down. The computers, the switchboards, the lights, the heat, and every other electrical appliance that could reveal their location had been disconnected. One of them wondered if this could be their end. Another kept looking for a way out. The smaller one sat silently in the lap of one who's arm were wrapped around. There was a figure that merely stood there, a motionless husk, unknowing the danger they were in.

These five sat in this base of un-operation as prisoners. They were waiting. They saw everything around them with their eyes that pierced through darkness, but they did not see what was to become of them. The little one rested her head on her father's chest as he sat and thought of what to say. A woman was sitting beside them, holding her head up courageously. The other man paced around the room, wanting a cigarette or a grenade to escape with. Yet, none were able to hold out their fears any longer. The figure clad in metal turned to face the doorway which locked them inside.

"Echoes approaching ... ... ... Life-forms detected." It stated, a red light appearing on it's white metal face. The girl looked up. Her eyes showed no fear, but only confusion. She pulled at her father's shirt.
"Father, Gary says that they are coming. But we cannot hear anything. I cannot hear them... Are they?" She questioned. She could feel tears beginning to burn her eye's, but she wiped them away before any could be seen. Her father leaned in towards her, his head near her ear to only give the whisper, "Yes, dear."

But before anyone else could make another move, the door had swung open. It was a human; A pale human holding a safety pistol. Another human stood behind him, carrying a grenade rifle. The group just glared, taking the Dark Human tribe tradition with them. They would show no fear to their enemies. The human came in, pistol pointed towards them. There was a flare of a match, then a torch lit to reveal four faces and a white reflection of metal. Eyes were glowing with fierce intensity of intimidation. All but one, who's face was buried in her father's chest. The human with the pistol pointed it at the girl.

"She will be first. Does she speak English?" The human said at the man holding her. He stood up, carrying the girl.
"She does not. She will not be interrogated by you filthy betrayers," The man spoke in a not so fluent humanized tongue, "She has no part in these matters. I will go in her stead-"
"She has seen enough. You will translate for her."
"She is a mere child!" The dark human barked. He handed the girl to the woman, now seeming as though fear was slowly creeping into her. The girl held onto her father's hand, but he pulled her off. "You think you will gain anything? Listening to the babble of nonsense from a child? As I have said, I will go in her stead." The human scowled at this dark human. How dare this dark human act in such a way that could get him killed? There was a snap as though a whip had been struck. The dark human held his face, feeling blood seeping from his cheek.

"Silence, you insolent scum!" The human with the pistol growled, pointing it towards the girl, "Now quietly hand her over. Otherwise you will be dealing with the misfortune of-"
"She will not go!" The dark human jumped to his feet, hand reached out toward the human. The dark human clenched his fist, and the human's body looked as though it were going to implode.

(Dammit... can't think of anything else. At least the idea is down.)

lols twilight

Uhm. How do I say this. I saw Twilight.

BEST-WORST MOVIE EVAR.

I mean, if I had known nothing about it/was a girl, I would have probably liked it. But for the fact that I already have a burning passion for making fun of it, I had added enjoyment for seeing it. I had Twila The Girl Who Waz In Luv With A Vampyre in my head the whole time (you can also listen to it if you want).

In all honesty, it was just very entertaining. It was not a movie until the last 45 minutes where stuff actually happened. It was every vampire fangirl's dream until the actual plot showed up. Which I personally find hysterical.

lols.

Male Pokemon

Is it odd that I only catch male Pokemon? And even if I get a female Pokemon, I won't use it? Its not that I don't want a female Pokemon. It's just that I think they are weak. In all of my Pokemon days, female Pokemon have only been trouble. Even if it is a Pokemon that looks quite feminine and can be either gender, I would most likely get the male. This doesn't apply to all Pokemon, but the vast majority.

But really. What would win: A lvl 50 Nidoking or a lvl 50 Nidoqueen? The Nidoking is much more tank-like than the Nidoqueen, therefore male Pokemon should be bettwe.

So if I don't like female Pokemon because I think they are weak and for the fact that male Pokemon just are seemingly more apt to win, does that make me sexist?

21st

So today was the shortest day of the year, as well as the first official day of winter. I noticed something the other day. Snow sounds beautiful as it falls and lands. Its not like rain, which crashes down to the earth. Snow makes a gentle pitter patter. It was a relaxing sound. I want to hear more of it this winter.

Also... snow is much nicer looking at night than day. In the day, the sky is all grey. And the snow only reflects that. And you can see all of the gross stuff that has gotten into it, like sand and salt. But at night, it reflects the moonlight. It's serene; tranquil.

I like snow. Even if it is cold.

How many licks does it take...?

How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop? Well. There are different methods of figuring out. You could lick one by one, counting each time until you reach the center. But that takes too long, doesn't it? So then you could try the lick until you are able to crack it with your teeth and just bite away. Yet, that defeats the purpose of trying, right? Or you could just break your teeth eating it whole. That one never works. You'd end up with no center of a tootsie pop and a mouth full of broken teeth.

In the case of love? Do you slowly get to the center, counting each lick one by one? That could be a sure way of figuring out. But what if you get there? What if you get there, only to find yourself disappointed? Do you try to get there quickly by breaking off that outer shell? But what if that damages the inside? And you can't dive right into it. You'll break your teeth.

So what happens? Go slowly for disappointment? Try quickly for it to fail? Or just break yourself apart?

But what if you simply don't try? Just go for it because you're enjoying it? Because you don't care how long it takes, just for you to get there. It doesn't matter about how many licks it takes to get to the center. It's more of the fact that you DID get there. Maybe.

What if you don't bother? You simply don't get to the center. You don't do anything at all. Hell, you never even took the wrapper off. Guess it's a waste of time to even bother then.

Or maybe you'll end up more disappointed that you never got to the center; you never even found out if it was right.

If it were a picture...

So here's a picture I made for Stirls based on a poem he wrote (check out his blog too)

Aaand wow, after adding it into here it looks terrible.. I hope the quality gets better as soon as I post this. Anyhoo, I wanted to have a very mud and blood feel to it. This isn't anything serious, just a quick 10 minute photoshop.

Brushes were from here.

EDIT- Well, for some reason the quality of it sucks. Bleh, sorry about that.

Jaded Minds, Turpentine, and Other Questionable Matters

Hey there. Welcome to KSchlink's blog. Erm, quite honestly, there isn't much to say right now. I'll be posting my art, writing, and anything else here.