Author has written 11 stories for Naruto, Darksiders, Anime X-overs, Dead Space, Tokyo Ghoul/東京喰種トーキョーグール, Mass Effect, Crysis, Bleach, and Deadman Wonderland/デッドマン・ワンダーランド. Partner account to gonome7 Country: United States of America Gender: Male Age: 20 Nicknames: "Sloth", "Gargoyle", "The Dead" Status:HIATUS. I AM SORRY FOR GIVING A HIATUS WARNING AFTER PROMISING TO RELEASE THE NEXT CHAPTERS, BUT I CANNOT FIND TIME TO WRITE ANYMORE. I HAVE THREE COURT DATES THIS WEEK ALONE FOR VARIOUS REASONS AND IT LOOKS AS THOUGH IT WILL BE THAT WAY FOR THE FORESEEABLE FUTURE. QUITE SIMPLY, TOO MUCH IS HAPPENING FOR ANY AMOUNT OF LEISURE. AGAIN, I'M SORRY. I WOULD POST THIS IN AN UPDATE TO THE STORIES BUT I DON'T WANT TO BRING EVERYBODY'S ATTENTION TO A STORY JUST FOR THEM TO REALIZE I WASN'T GOING TO BE UPDATING IT. 7/22/2017- Pretty sure everybody's figured it out by now but I needed to say it. I'm not writing very often anymore. I haven't even been to ffnet since getting my new/old computer several months ago. I could use the constant bullshit happening in my life as an excuse but I pride myself on honesty above all. Every time I sit down to write, no matter which story, I star writing and then find that I don't care much at all for the content i write. Actually I don't really care about anything anymore. The people who wasted their belief in me deserve to know what kind of person they are backing. Sorry. 8/13/2015: So, I was using a scalpel for cutting a cable, and I pushed too hard and went straight through the cable and past my skin and flesh, into bone. It REEEEAAAAALLLY hurts, and since I don't have a first aid kit in my house at the moment, I have paper towels wrapped around my finger with duct tape. Not relevant to you, but I wrote it anyway. I AM GONOME7! I didn't steal anything. That is my old account Profile will be left pretty bare until I can think of something to put in it... Oh yeah, any story I start WILL be finished(by me or somebody else) but they may take a while seeing as I am not going to write a chapter if it feels like a chore. The first thing you need to know about me is that I am incredibly, unrealistically, LAZY. If I lose the remote to my TV I would rather turn it on with a stick than move the TWO FEET in between it and my bed. FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink. FRIENDS: Call your parents by Mr. and Mrs. and Grandpa, by Grandpa. FRIENDS: Would bail you out of jail. FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry. FRIENDS: Asks you to write down your number. FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back. FRIENDS: Only know a few things about you. FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing. FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door. FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell anyone. FRIENDS: Are only through highschool/college. (aka: drinking buddies) FRIENDS: Will be there to take your drink away from you when they think you've had enough. FRIENDS: Would ignore this letter OBITUARY FOR THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE: Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered for having cultivated such valuable lessons as: knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate, teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch, and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student only worsened his condition. Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion, or a band-aid to a student, but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband, churches became businesses, and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents Truth and Trust, his wife Discretion, his daughter Responsibility, and his son Reason. He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing. Prototype Series Quotes "DIG IN! LIKE IT'S GONNA MAKE A DIFFERENCE! NOTHING WILL PROTECT YOU FROM ME! NOT MEN, NOT WEAPONS, NOT ARMOR! TAGGART! YOU SUICIDAL MORON!" "How do you catch the attention of an officer? You start killing all of his men." "Red Crown be advised--I'm not in fucking Blackwatch." "I gave you the "Mercer Virus." That's what they call it, right? The same virus two years in a row. And the same Blackwatch here to save New York...wake up, Heller. This is no viral outbreak. This is a bioweapons test. Designed by Gentek--controlled by Blackwatch--blamed on me. This peon here is going to you. James Heller, meet Blackwatch Lieutenent Mark Simon...Yes. Let it happen. Let it come to you. Let the truth sink in." "I've heard you talking. I've seen your weird virus shit. But I haven't seen nothing that'll make me believe you over them." "No? They cut you, Heller. They put you in a cage with fifty starving infected, and then they tried to burn you alive. I didn't release the virus. And I didn't kill your wife and kid." "Koenig...I'm gonna gut you like a fuckin trout." "Save your breath Koenig. You'll need it for screaming." "It's not often that I'm this disappointed in someone, Sergeant Heller. You've disrupted my plans, wasted all that Whitelight. Now everything I planned for you--everything I've given you--you're not even capable of appreciating it. Such a waste. Goodbye, Heller." "You can't kill me. You can't kill me, motherfucker. Alright then, let's see if that goes both ways." "It would've been quick. But now...I'm gonna make you suffer." "Huh. Scary. You just don't get it do you? I gave you everything. And this is how you come to me. Can't you understand what I'm doing? Humanity is stagnant. Dying. I would give it one body. One mind. Think about it--no more conflict. No more disease. No more suffering. Don't you see? I'm giving it a second chance." "Enough of your fucking weird, fucking rambling, shit! Give me my daughter!" "No...no, I don't think so. It's time you gave me something! You see young Amaya shares your brand of annoyingly resilient DNA. And when she's ready, your daughter will become the mother of the New World. Now the only thing standing between me and Earth's true destiny--is you." "Huh. Welcome to the top of the food chain." Darkness-Game “I am not the devil, Anthony. I was his teacher.” Priest-Film "The church teaches us, that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and that since vampires evolved without eyes, it is a soulless creature to be...eradicated. But I have seen the soul of a vampire, and let me tell you it is far pure than that of any man. Now you ask me what I am? I am the bringer of the tide...I am the wave that will wash clean this unclean world...and you, and your...priest, will help me do it." Hellsing "Your voice sounds so lovely when you're wimpering in agony." "They have dared to enter this house, built on blood and honour. I will see them roast in the deepest pits of Hell!" "I highly recommend pissing yourself, followed by a course of praying to your impotent God." "That's rediculous, you fool. There's no such thing as an immortal." "Yes I know, and once I have your head on a stick everyone else will know it too." "Come on, get up, attack me! You've only suffered the loss of your legs! Summon up your familiars...transform your body...heal your severed legs and stand! The evening is still so young, come on, hurry, hurry, hurry! Pull yourself together, the fun has just begun! Come on, hurry!" "Silence! I'm a dog...then you're dog food." "Don't you dare question my resolve! I have already given you your marching orders, soldier! You will search and destroy! SEARCH AND DESTROY! Any resistance you encounter is to be CRUSHED! Hellsing does not run from our enemies! Kill them all! I order you to leave nothing but bloody stains in your way!" "Good work soldiers...now good night!" "Purpose...what a silly question my beautiful fraulein. Purpose, how quaint. To put it in the simplest possible terms fraulein, our purpose, is the total absence of purpose. You should be aware, fräulein, that there are some people in this world, some irredemable louts, for whom the means does not require an end. I speak of course of myself." "Be sure to eat every bite. If he turns into a ghoul, I will not be happy." "Did I just hear someone from Iscariot questioning my sanity? Then let me ask you, if your God would allow my madness to flourish across the globe, then wouldn't it seem to you that any god like that would be just as mad as I?" "But nevermind that, try to stop me then you self-proclaimed 'normal people'. But unfortunately Iscariot is not my true enemy. My true enemy is Britan...the Hellsings...well really that man laughing in the corner back there!" "My friends, it has often been said that I like war. My friends, I like war... No, friends, I love war! I love holocausts. I love blitzkriegs. I love defensive lines. I love sieges, charges, I love mop-up operations, and retreats. Wars across prairies, in streets, in trenches, in grasslands, in frozen tundras, through deserts, on the sea, in the air, I love every act of war that can occur upon this earth. I love blasting the enemy to smithereens with artillery salvos that thunder across the lines of battle. My heart leaps with joy whenever a soldier is tossed high into the air and cut to pieces by well placed sniper rounds. And there is nothing like a tank operator using a Tiger 88 to destroy enemy tanks. And the feeling that comes when a soldier runs screaming from his blazing tank only to be mowed down by heavy machine gun fire, is such an exquisite feeling. Like when ranks of infantry brandish their bayonets rushing into the enemy line. It moves me deep within my heart to watch a fresh recruit stabbing over and over into the bloated chest of a long-dead enemy. The sight of deserters being strung up from a street lamp is an irresistible pleasure. And there is nothing more arousing, than the sounds made by prisoners of war dropping like flies, screaming in agony as they're mowed down by ear piercing schmeissers! When a band of pitiful resistance fighters makes their final stand with nothing but small arms, only to have their city smashed to atoms block by block by 4.8 ton bombshells, I'm in ecstasy. I love it when my forces are ravaged by a Russian armored division. It's so sad to see towns and villages that were supposed to be defended at all costs, being laid to waste, their women and children being raped, and killed. I love to be squashed under the heel of the British and American war machines. The humiliation, as my men crawl around like vermin, ducking the yark bombers flying overhead. Gentlemen... All I ask for is war, a war so grand as to make Hell itself tremble. Gentlemen, I ask you as fellow brothers in arms, what is it that you really want? Do you wish for further war as I do? Do you wish for a merciless, bloody war? A war whose fury is built with iron, and lightning, and fire? Do you ask for war to sweep in like a tempest, leaving not even ravens to scavenge, from this Earth!? Very well. Then kreig is what you shall have. We are a clenched fist, ready to strike down all who oppose us, with our might. But... After enduring over half a century wallowing in the darkness, for us, a simple "ordinary" war will no longer be sufficient. We need a MASSIVE war! A war beyond any other that man's history has ever known! We are but a single battalion... The remnants of a defeated army numbering less than a thousand strong. However, I believe that each of you old warriors is equal to a thousand of their sickly soft children! We represent a force that could easily defeat an army of a million and one men! It is time for them to awake the ones who sent us screaming into oblivion, and who now lie sleeping. Let's drag them out of bed by the hair, and remind them of what we are! We will remind them of what it feels like to live in fear. We will remind them of the sound our jackboots make against their throats. We will remind them, that there are more things between Heaven and Hell than are dreamt of in their philosophy. Our Kampfgruppe of one thousand vampires is going to burn this world down to ash. Yes, my friends! Soon, Europe's charred remains will illuminate the night sky! I have brought you all back just as I promised I would. Back to our favorite battlefield. Back to our beloved war! At last the sea lion has crossed the ocean and is heading up the hill. Attention all soldiers of the Millennium Battalion this is a message from your commander… friends, let’s bring them hell." "The bird of Hermes is my name, eat my wings! To make myself tame..." "Alucard, take heed. Here are your orders. With you silver gun, paint the white army crimson. With your iron gun, paint the black army scarlett. I will know my foes by the stains of red you leave upon their chests! Now search and destroy! SEARCH AND DESTROY! Run them down! Do not let any of them leave the island alive!" "It's coming. The River comes...the river of death! The dead will dance...and Hell will Sing!" Halo (Gravemind) "This one is machine and nerve, and has his mind concluded. This one is but flesh and faith, and is the more deluded." "Silence fills the empty grave, now that I have gone. But my mind is not at rest, for questions linger on. Now I will ask and YOU will answer." "Now the gate as come unlatched, headstones pushed aside. Corpses shift and offer room, a fate you must ABIDE!" |