Daxter x Tess: Pair Of PantsThe answer had been made quick, a spur of the moment type of thing. What was his deepest desire? Well that was obvious--to be human again. The Precursors- his makers -had granted him the wish and he found himself changing once again; by now he was used to the sting. It was as similar as the last, and he found himself wondering if perhaps the precursors were playing a practical joke on him. Thankfully, when the transformation concluded this time he was wearing a pair of pants. Hopefully not for much longer.He grinned lopsidedly and had the room not been pitch dark she would have seen his too large teeth stick out, probably would have giggled at them. But she didn't see his smirk, so instead she pulled him closer, wrapping her slender legs around his waist. Her small but calloused fingers tangled through his bright red hair. His goggles lay with his newly acquired shirt. Abruptly his grin was gone as she pulled her soft lips to his, and for once he didn't speak - he had no reason too.
Daxter: Phobianyctophobia |ˌniktəˈfōbēə| nounextreme or irrational fear of the night or of darkness."Hang on Dax." My small paws clench onto Jak's shoulder plate; I'm surprised the metal hasn't bent under the force of my grip. I can tell impact is coming soon so I take a deep, shuddering breath just as we're about to go-The explosion is loud, echoing off of the thick Precursor metal that makes up the walls. His ears are ringing, he can barely hear his own shout as his friend topples into him and he plummets over the edge of the eco reservoir--Underwater.We barely make a sound as the murky port water rises above our heads; Jak is doing his damnedest to remain still, to keep us from being seen by the flock of Krimzon Guards by whom we were being chased moments ago. Lower and lower he stealthily sinks, and the water gets colder. I shiver, involuntarily.Tightly I squeeze my eyes shut, hard enough a burst of light from my brai
John Lennon: The dreamerThere once was a man who stood between the lines of peace and war,Of imaginary and reality.He flew through the diamond filled sky with Lucy,and visited the octopus's garden that lay under the sea.He believed in love, he believed in peace.Love, he told us, is all you need.He was a lover, and a father.And he was a man who believed in everything.Fairies, dragons, that we all could get along peacefully.He was a dreamer, but he's not the only one.He cried to the world to give peace a chance,to stop the war and the bloodshed and the death.But the world wasn't ready.On the eighth of December returning home to his baby son,this man was murdered for no reason at all.He was shot, repeatedly in the back.After his death his wife told the world that he had loved and prayed for all of them,and that they should do the same for him.There was no funeral.So this man, this dreamer, this person,is gone.But his ideas, his plans, his hopes and dreams...They're still here.All we ar