Your Best Lines

[Gildarts]

Can be quotes, can be descriptions, can be... anything less than a paragraph!

Inspired by Harlan Higgs, post lines/ sentences you've written that you're proud of.

Feel free to include other player's lines too! It's always nice when we writers know our well placed snippets are appreciated by our fellow writers!

[Sarah Kerrigan]

Someone refind that Okor post, quick!

I'd post something of my own here but I don't think I've written anything good enough to quote >.<

[Gildarts]

Someone refind that Okor post, quick!

I'd post something of my own here but I don't think I've written anything good enough to quote >.<

Maybe opt for something unique or notable- dialogue ?

[King Ghidorah]

This whole psychopathic monologue, from when Ghidorah killed Dawn, is something I'm pretty proud of.

"There's a universe inside of every one of you pathetic micro-organisms, Dawnika Snow. Worlds of ambition and ideas - and I'm going to burn them to the ground. They collapse as you die, little pyres of secrets and possibilities. Utterly unique - exquisite. This world is beautiful, Dawnika - a marvel of complexity and texture, and every person in it only adds to its wonder."

"I'm going to destroy it, Miss Snow. It's only when a thing is lost that it can be appreciated! I'm going to get my real body back, and then I'm going to ruin everything! And when there's nothing left of the Omniverse but wasted architecture and poisoned air, it will. Be. PERFECT!"

[Gildarts]

"...his bony build was that of an atrophied corpse covered in baggy clothing that drenched off of him as though soaked in water."

I was really proud of this one because of the tone it set. It has to do with a nightmare scape in the astral realm done with my long standing secondary Behemoth who is a villain and illusionist. Writing with Higgs in his carnival because who else could even have a chance being more sinister than Behemoth? Harlan stands a good chance.

[MADBULL34]

I thought my final lines from DA were pretty good:

The cop's face had a ghoulish pallor and his eyes seemed a thousand miles away. With a hateful scowl, he spoke to the other three fighters, to Karl, and every voyeuristic viewer watching from the safety of home. “I spent a lifetime breathin’ the same filthy air as pimps and guidos, sharin’ a lung-full 'a smoke puffin’ off fatcats’ cigars and smelt the stinkin’ sweat rollin’ off a workin’ class man’s back. You two-bit comicbook geeks think ya know a thing or two about fightin’ it out…”

Dane could only choke and continue retching while the lawman monologued. Enel and Tearen hunkered within the billowing clouds and tried to cover their mouths, but the gas was all enveloping in the tight confines of the coliseum and utterly inescapable. 

Sergeant John Estes’ face had contorted into a mask of rage, and the ire, frustration and aspirations of the unwashed and forgotten masses of society seemed to emanate like a solid hateful aura from the advancing policeman. 

“I seen more spine, more purpose and drive from rice eatin’ peasants dying on some lonely killing field in 'Nam.  You feelin’ sick? Good!” he spat.

A wave of stomach churning vomit rolled through each of them and audible gags cut through the grey haze as if on queue.

“You all make ME sick, killin’ and smashin’ the teeth out of each other for fun.”

He brandished the heavy revolver, the anger of the ranting Mad Bull coalescing at its death-dealing end. “Here's to all the moms wastin’ away on a welfare check and babes hungry for a bottle while you costume clowns play Superman. Eat lead you bastards, and don't stop chewin’ till we see each other again in Hell!”

[The Vision]

Okay.

[spoiler]So this one, Vision argues with Hellboy about Hellboy's goodness. Vision argues that Hellboy, as a demon, is intrinsically evil. Hellboy asks him about Ultron, to which Vision says:

"I was created by a rogue AI named Ultron to destroy the peacekeeping organization known as the Avengers."

Hellboy smiled, a toothy grin. "Ha! So you're also intrinsically evil, right?"

"Not anymore," Vision scowled. "I have since been reprogrammed multiple times, particularly to be an Avenger."

Hellboy shrugged. "If you're such a human, you should know by now. You don't need to be a computer to be reprogrammed."

[/spoiler]

[spoiler]This one, after realizing his ally is a younger version of Magneto...

Agent Ironheart struggled further against his bonds. In the process, the chain-link fence behind them seemed to bend slightly, making a large bowl surrounding the soldier. The metal seemed to quiver spontaneously, but Ironheart’s brow was furrowed in concentration, an expression he had once seen on the face of...

“Expletive censored,” the Vision muttered.

[/spoiler]

[Trixie]

The room had gone quiet. A feud between the two female parties had begun and Sage growing frustrated; which was unusual for her. Beatrix narrowed her eyes, her pink irises slowly starting to glow. Wisps of pink mist began to vent from her figure as she too readied her energy; her goal wasn't to scare the valium addict so much as to assert that she meant business as well. Unbeknownst to Sage the demonic female had only dismissed it for the sake of situation. 

"Yes! That's why I'm upset!" Roared the valium addict. She was seething with confusion, which in turn was feeding her frustration. 

Vad was watching his wife with intent. He knew why she was able to control the grief she had gone through. Three things; Experience, Love, and the desire to overcome it no matter the cost. James moved to offer his opinion, but Trixie quickly shut him up silently lest he make things worse. 

"Don't tell her, Trix. This isn't the time or place to reveal that. Your past is not important at the moment. Your birth parents are not going to solve anything. Just let her be for the moment. Please." Ordered the Saiyan soldier, but with an easy tone. 

Mistress Zulenka relaxed her energy and exhaled deeply in a long and relieved sigh. She felt her emotional state slightly crumble, her equilibrium being disrupted by old emotions. Vad took her hand and pulled her into his lap. A stream of silent tears flowed down the woman's cheeks. She lowered her head and rested it against her husband's neck, her red and black locks partially covering her distressed face. Sage was instantly calmed upon seeing the normally spunky female with tears in her eyes. 

Vad stood up, his wife in arms. His pupils dilated and he lost himself in the stress of the situation; only this time he released it in a constructive way, so to speak. Starting with a low growl he tried to resist the urge to scream, but the adrenaline was already flowing and the anger swelled within him forcing his mind into a rushed state. His nerve endings became jumpy making it harder to restrain the urge to unleash his stress upon the room. 

Endorphins raced throughout his body as he let out a war cry like scream that nearly deafened those in the room. Cain jumped in his skin, James covered his ears, Charles shot up from his cot, Trafford coughed upon inhaling on a cigarette, Sage flinched, and Shou covered his ears as well. A gentle kiss upon his cheek ended the rampage mid scream, almost as if her touch had a therapeutic calming. Trixie moved her hand to his right cheek and kissed him once again. 

"Relax. We'll figure this out, and...and I'm fine. Just a mishap is all." The mistress said, her voice trembling slightly, but soothing all the same. 

Sage began to tremble as well, a rush of guilt invading her consciousness. Letting his wife to her feet the Saiyan moved to the elevator. Pushing Trafford aside he pushed the button. 

"What are you doing!?" Shouted Cain.

Beatrix stood looking at her husband, who had his back turned to her. 

"I'm tired of this shit. If I'm going to die, I'm taking as many as those fuckers with me. I'm not sitting here holed up in a concrete prison waiting. It isn't my goal in life." The man retorted. 

James turned to Trixie who was staring at her husband. He was now facing the room, his right arm holding the elevator door back; his gaze fixated on his wife's eyes. 

"Stop him! Talk to him! Do something to keep him from going to his death!" Pleaded the retired assassin.

Doing exactly the opposite, she joined him in the elevator. 

"We're going to distract them. Do whatever you need and good luck. We'll see you on the other side. Wherever that may be." Beatrix stated calmly. 

Sage was in tears as the elevator door shut. 

This is one of my favorite excerpts from a Saga in 2009 on another site where I wrote Vad. Magus' character Sage and me had rescued Vad's wife, Trixie, previously on Planet Frost home of Freeza's race and Sage couldn't understand why despite having been through that hell Trixie was able to operate as normal. The enemy was closing in and as a last ditch effort both Vad and his wife went to hold the line for as long as they could to give the rest of the Saga members a chance to survive. ((Note: Different Trixie.))

[The Vision]

Someone refind that Okor post, quick!

I'd post something of my own here but I don't think I've written anything good enough to quote >.<

Maybe opt for something unique or notable- dialogue ?

Maybe she's talking about this.

”You all think this is about you. That your… hatreds matter more than others, that your rage burns brighter than any other. That standing up to us makes you champions, figures of... Legend.” A snort of laughter broke the solemnity, the warrior no longer able to contain his mirth. ”I know I am but a pawn, a game piece of the gods. In the end, I’m nothing more than a… corpse, yet to drop.”

Omnillium turned into rusted iron, a wickedly twisted blade scything towards the paused Strazio, a throat-tearing motion used upon battlefields and altars over the aeons.

”Pawn takes king.”

[Beta Ray Bill]

Dr. Doom: "These Heavens, they dare wish for Doom to fight for their entertainment." He began to chuckle a metallic laugh through his mask his brown eyes widening in anger. "Oh they will surly have their fun, the fun of death by the graceful hands of Doom for my mercy has run thin."

Moon Knight: "Then Lets make this more violent."

Hellboy: "Hey, pal take a picture it'll last longer," Hellboy said in an irritated tone.

Scarecrow: Ether "HROOO HRAAAA!" Or "Tell ... me... how does... the fear feeel."

[Harlan Higgs]

I thought my final lines from DA were pretty good:

The cop's face had a ghoulish pallor and his eyes seemed a thousand miles away. With a hateful scowl, he spoke to the other three fighters, to Karl, and every voyeuristic viewer watching from the safety of home. “I spent a lifetime breathin’ the same filthy air as pimps and guidos, sharin’ a lung-full 'a smoke puffin’ off fatcats’ cigars and smelt the stinkin’ sweat rollin’ off a workin’ class man’s back. You two-bit comicbook geeks think ya know a thing or two about fightin’ it out…”

Dane could only choke and continue retching while the lawman monologued. Enel and Tearen hunkered within the billowing clouds and tried to cover their mouths, but the gas was all enveloping in the tight confines of the coliseum and utterly inescapable. 

Sergeant John Estes’ face had contorted into a mask of rage, and the ire, frustration and aspirations of the unwashed and forgotten masses of society seemed to emanate like a solid hateful aura from the advancing policeman. 

“I seen more spine, more purpose and drive from rice eatin’ peasants dying on some lonely killing field in 'Nam.  You feelin’ sick? Good!” he spat.

A wave of stomach churning vomit rolled through each of them and audible gags cut through the grey haze as if on queue.

“You all make ME sick, killin’ and smashin’ the teeth out of each other for fun.”

He brandished the heavy revolver, the anger of the ranting Mad Bull coalescing at its death-dealing end. “Here's to all the moms wastin’ away on a welfare check and babes hungry for a bottle while you costume clowns play Superman. Eat lead you bastards, and don't stop chewin’ till we see each other again in Hell!”

That was probably my favorite speech in DA

[Gildarts]

Someone refind that Okor post, quick!

I'd post something of my own here but I don't think I've written anything good enough to quote >.<

Maybe opt for something unique or notable- dialogue ?

Maybe she's talking about this.

”You all think this is about you. That your… hatreds matter more than others, that your rage burns brighter than any other. That standing up to us makes you champions, figures of... Legend.” A snort of laughter broke the solemnity, the warrior no longer able to contain his mirth. ”I know I am but a pawn, a game piece of the gods. In the end, I’m nothing more than a… corpse, yet to drop.”

Omnillium turned into rusted iron, a wickedly twisted blade scything towards the paused Strazio, a throat-tearing motion used upon battlefields and altars over the aeons.

”Pawn takes king.”

Effing true that!

Hard to double quote on my full but MB's was superb ^.^!!!


All these so far are great <3 <3 <3 and inspired

[Deadpool]

MADBULL34 wrote:
The shock-wave of the explosion rattles the dirt and splinters a nearby tree into a spray of wooden shrapnel.

I talked to Gildarts about this sentence, too (located in MADBULL34's 'I Carry a Badge' RP in the Astral Realm).
Basically, it's just a great example of how to pack solid detail into a sentence without saturating the reader with a lot of words.

[Okor]

An elbow careened into his stomach, the force behind it driving him back as a ravaged hand tore the pistol from his grip, the magickally enhanced maniac taking advantage of Okor’s currently reduced might to drive him back.

A snarling smile split his savaged face, the frozen heart of hatred that had kept him alive for millennia triumphing over the animalistic intelligence that dwelled within his warplate. ”Everyone thinks they’re the… Hero, don’t they?”

Rockwell stopped, confusion and curiosity seeping into his expression as he held the severed limb over his head, stopped mid-way through a skull-crushing strike. “The hell are you talking about?”

”You all think this is about you. That your… hatreds matter more than others, that your rage burns brighter than any other. That standing up to us makes you champions, figures of... Legend.” A snort of laughter broke the solemnity, the warrior no longer able to contain his mirth. ”I know I am but a pawn, a game piece of the gods. In the end, I’m nothing more than a… corpse, yet to drop.”

Omnillium turned into rusted iron, a wickedly twisted blade scything towards the paused Strazio, a throat-tearing motion used upon battlefields and altars over the aeons.

”Pawn takes king.”

[Gildarts]

This one's a silly one XD

"Had someone plunged in cotton candy guy's mind they would've seen the dark, greedy desire for world domination and unquenchable thirst senseless violence, malice that only came from working retail his whole life."

[Strazio Rockwell]

From my fight with Gamzee.

Instead he braced for the attack, taking the entire brunt of the strike on his chest. His clavicle snapped and his ribs cracked, but he stood defiantly. Such a blow would slay a man, but Strazio was no man. No, he was the personification of pure rage, an avatar of anger. Strazio’s skin started to peel away, revealing a bright white figure underneath. His eyes filled with black and yellow.

The avatar’s grin disappeared and he spoke “you think you know rage?”

A roiling blast of destructive energy slammed into Gamzee’s chest sending him skidding away. Strazio’s body had been consumed by the burning energy. Every pain nerve flared to life and the mage gritted his teeth in acceptance of the agony. His hatred and fury far outweighed the pain of broken bones and bruised organs.

“You don’t know rage, you’re just a tourist with a temper,” Strazio fired a bolt of searing white energy at the troll and shouted “I live here!”

[The Vision]

From my fight with Gamzee.

Instead he braced for the attack, taking the entire brunt of the strike on his chest. His clavicle snapped and his ribs cracked, but he stood defiantly. Such a blow would slay a man, but Strazio was no man. No, he was the personification of pure rage, an avatar of anger. Strazio’s skin started to peel away, revealing a bright white figure underneath. His eyes filled with black and yellow.

The avatar’s grin disappeared and he spoke “you think you know rage?”

A roiling blast of destructive energy slammed into Gamzee’s chest sending him skidding away. Strazio’s body had been consumed by the burning energy. Every pain nerve flared to life and the mage gritted his teeth in acceptance of the agony. His hatred and fury far outweighed the pain of broken bones and bruised organs.

“You don’t know rage, you’re just a tourist with a temper,” Strazio fired a bolt of searing white energy at the troll and shouted “I live here!”

DAAAAAAAMN

[Alex]

Although the impact was enough to knock some of the breath from his lungs, Shang kept his balance and his bearings, while his opponent was too battered to immediately press his advantage. Clipping the lightsaber inside his belt, the sorcerer pushed away from the wall.

The air around Shang Tsung’s body started to glow with green energy, and an unseen swirl of wind started to ruffle his tattered clothes and bloodied hair.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” the sorcerer muttered before rushing forward with a sudden burst of newfound speed and burying his knee into Strazio’s gut. The white-haired man let out a grunt as he was bent over the sorcerer’s limb by the impact. With a smile, Shang tilted his head closer to his opponent’s intact ear. “I really enjoy every bit of this.”

To punctuate his remark, the former monk smashed an elbow against the side of his adversary’s skull. With a sickening crack from a blow too strong to be coming from someone that winded, Strazio toppled over to the cobblestone street.

“Normally,” Shang hopped forward and buried a boot into Strazio’s gut. “I have to indulge in a little restraint in these situations.” The former monk swung back his boot and delivered a second swift kick that sent his foe skidding across the street. “…but not with you, Strazio Rockwell.”

As the masochist writhed on his side, he grabbed at the cobblestones with his good hand. Even as fresh jolts of pain crashed through his nervous system, his fingers tried to find something solid to grip and use as leverage to stand. A burst of marvelous energy exploded against the man’s chest with enough force to throw him backwards into a stone lamppost.

Shang, his body now glowing with translucent flames, stalked across the street. When he was within range, he scooped down and latched a hand around his opponent’s neck. “I don’t need to hold back with you.” To sell the point, Shang drove an open palm into his foe’s ribcage. “I can just let it all out.” A closed fist crashed into the side of the white-haired man’s skull. “Nine hundred years of anger, and you’re just a giant dumb sponge that doesn’t know when to stop.”

With a grunt, Shang hoisted Strazio up off the ground and onto his feet. Before the masochist could lash out with a fist or a jagged stump, the sorcerer slammed a pair of palms into his opponent’s chest, sending the other man crashing backwards through a window.

“We’re not finished!” Shang screamed, his ravaged body pulsing with all the fury of a star on the verge of blossoming into a super nova.

Bonus points --- STRAZIO LOST A FUCKING HAND IN THIS FIGHT BECAUSE STRAZIO IS ALWAYS FUCKING LOSING HANDS

[Tearen Wover]

Tearen scoffed and plopped a heavy hand on Jade's crown.

"Slow your tears kiddo, ya barely know me." he said with a quaint smile. Jade blinked up at him with dewy eyes and a confused frown. That was...sort of true? She supposed? She understood that Tearen was just trying to dull the pain of his departure, but this was a pretty silly way of doing it. Regardless, the eldritch human fluffed his robes and sighed, producing a large stuffed crow from under the heavy brown rags. Rebecca's eyes lit up, despite their persistent glow, as Tearen handed the plush bird to her. She hugged it tight and he wondered just what her perception of this situation was. Would she always be expecting him to come back, or would her memory of him fade with time? The ex-enigma considered, for a fleeting moment, just pulling all memories of him from Rebecca's mind completely, but decided against it. The strings of her psyche has been plucked enough for one lifetime. Better to retire the pizzicato charade than take the easy road from guilt.

[Jade Harley]

Why are you all so perfect. I want you to understand. These quotes, passages, fricking masterpieces are all SO GOOD, just, my gods. I'm tearing up a little, like, damnit, you're all so incredibly special in your own ways of writing. There's so much voice here, the emotion and the triumph I get from reading these characters' words and actions, the exposure to the twisted, idealistic, fed up, and just plain vicious worldviews.... It's incredible. Simply incredible. I'm honored to live in such a time where these stories can be told in this way. I adore this place, thank you for sharing these glorious pieces of wordsmithery. You all deserve so much praise for continuing to write and grow. Good on you.