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Eight personality cores trying to bake a cake.
The baker got incinerated and then there's seven.
Seven personality cores playing hide-and-seek.
The mute one was not seen again and then there's six.
Six personality cores looking for something.
One (curiously and accidently) activated the MASHY-SPIKE-PLATE,
Now there's five.
Five personality cores took a relaxation test.
One just can't take it easy and then there's four.
Four personality cores compare their IQ.
Since one was too smart for comfort, the number became three.
Three personality cores went on an adventure.
One trip on an (aperture science) explosive and then there's two.
Two personality cores looked at the stars and wish.
One core got his wish and then there's one.
One personality core, all alone
with a help of a human friend, took control of the facility
and got corrupted himself.
And then will there be none...?
The baker got incinerated and then there's seven.
Seven personality cores playing hide-and-seek.
The mute one was not seen again and then there's six.
Six personality cores looking for something.
One (curiously and accidently) activated the MASHY-SPIKE-PLATE,
Now there's five.
Five personality cores took a relaxation test.
One just can't take it easy and then there's four.
Four personality cores compare their IQ.
Since one was too smart for comfort, the number became three.
Three personality cores went on an adventure.
One trip on an (aperture science) explosive and then there's two.
Two personality cores looked at the stars and wish.
One core got his wish and then there's one.
One personality core, all alone
with a help of a human friend, took control of the facility
and got corrupted himself.
And then will there be none...?
Literature
Cave Johnson's Last
"... Caroline, please bring me more pain pills." Cave Johnson, lying in his bed with an IV and heart meter strapped to him, shut off the microphone. Why did I have to be the one to try ground-up moon rocks? I pay the bills around here! I should have gotten one of my engineers to do it! Cave thought. Caroline knocked on the door and then quickly entered the room. "Here are your pills, sir," she said.
"Only three?" Cave asked.
"Sorry, sir. Doctor's orders."
"Ah, well." Cave swallowed the red and white pills while Caroline placed a small manilla folder and a fountain pen on his desk.
"Here is the paperwork for the three-tier R&D project, sir
Literature
1. After the Game - Wheatley
Space isn't fun.
Not that he believed there ever was a possibility of it being fun.
At least the little guy seemed to be having a ball.
But he wasn't. Space is boring.
And big.
He tried talking to the little guy, tried to spark a conversation, but it's no use! He's corrupted! All he can do is TALK ABOUT SPACE!
Space. Space suit, space cops, space stars, space BLOODY SPACE! Space. How was it he became obsessed with SPACE???! Of everything to be obsessed with, why did he choose a big area of absolutely nothing but rock, gas, debris, and... nothing!!?!
If the little guy were Rick, at least he'd be able to have a conversation. Granted, it'
Literature
When I'm Gone
~When I'm Gone~
"I am sorry- I was bossy
and monstrous
"
The words echoed in his head and he groaned, laying his arm over his eyes to block out any light that might have filtered into his thin curtains from the sleepless city below. Wheatley's head was pounding in pain, his thoughts jumbled and racing at a mile a minute, eyes shut firmly beneath his arm as he tried to breathe through his nose, finding it nearly impossible. He was coming down with a cold- wonderful. With a pained sighed, he stood, entire body sore as he stood and walked into his kitchen, stopping at the medicine cabinet. After a few minutes of searching around
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Another brain wave~! My first literature!
This is partially inspired from Agatha Christie's "And then there were none" novel (Think I'm a moronic gamer who doesn't read books? Haha. FAT CHANCE.) with the poem in PORTAL STYLE!!!
Since this is my first lit, I'm sorry if it doesn't fit on the Personality Core's description and I have nary an intention to make it rhyme (cuz' it's hard, even for me).
Can you guess who's who in this poem?
Portal belongs to Valve
P.S : I just can't stop thinking about Portal! Muhahahhahahaaaaa!!!
P.S.S: Can't find a suitable catergory for this text...
This is partially inspired from Agatha Christie's "And then there were none" novel (Think I'm a moronic gamer who doesn't read books? Haha. FAT CHANCE.) with the poem in PORTAL STYLE!!!
Since this is my first lit, I'm sorry if it doesn't fit on the Personality Core's description and I have nary an intention to make it rhyme (cuz' it's hard, even for me).
Can you guess who's who in this poem?
Portal belongs to Valve
P.S : I just can't stop thinking about Portal! Muhahahhahahaaaaa!!!
P.S.S: Can't find a suitable catergory for this text...
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this is halrious!