NotRook

Contains some swearing. I never much liked the rain. It always got on my nerves. I never liked how it darkened the already-gray sky to near-blackness in the space of a second, or how it gave even the warmest of art-parks a cold, clammy feeling. Never liked the feeling of it running down my face, or it soaking my hair, or slicking down the already-slick roads. But my mind wasn't on the rain. It wasn't on the hovercars or the occupying forces patrolling the streets. It wasn't on the downcast eyes of closely packed, dirty citizens or the cold blue optics of shiny white, fresh-off-the-line military droids enforcing martial law. It was focused

WARNING: Contains Ponies. "Stop fondling me, tree!" "I am Jesus Christ, so step down and worship me!" "How the heck would you know just how big that dude's dick was?" "Why are we even talking about penises anyway?" "Nope, not even going to mention the fact that you are completely and utterly adorable. Not at all." "Muahahah. Do you have the pony? Meeuah, you have the pony. Muahahaha!" "Stop molesting my neck! I'm not playing this game anymore!" "Y'know, I'm still on episode one of Attack on Titan." "Nope, not going to pick you. Not you either. You will do." "Of course I can move the numbers with magic! It's what I do! I'm the magic

Cyborg Christ looked upon the oddly-empty four-lane all-American east-west highway with a face that spoke of two thousand years of Christian life and numerous cybernetic attachments. The toes of his bionic leg tap-tapped against the asphalt, his eyes glowing a dull blue as hundreds of thousands of minuscule calculations kept him from faceplanting. A pale yellow halo rested above his head, overpowering only slightly the noonday sun. His robes rustled and danced in the wind, white and brown fabric mingling together. Yes, he thought, today was going to be a good day. Just then, a slow rumble met his ears. It grew to the sound of a roar, and Cy