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I don't expect much, there are only a few things:
Respect other members of the group
Things submitted here must be Portal related and NOT anti-GLaDOS
We do allow Nudity but we prefer tasteful nudity, and as long as it has a mature rating on it
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Overall, be nice
And remember, this is a fanclub FOR GLaDOS, and fans of her, so no hating her!
We won't be accepting roles of a Contributor until you've submitted a decent amount of work to the group. We are always accepting Members though so you can submit art as a Member first.
We won't accept every art we get if it isn't of good quality, related to Portal, has been submitted multiple times or alternate shots of the same thing, sorry.
Please add your deviations to the correct folder, if unsure which folder ask us
Do not send a Join request or Deviation request more than once, we may reject it if you submit it too many times. You have been warned.
Okay...Now that that's out of the way, have fun. <3
And, of course, feel free to join.
English version of ''Portal poems''English version of “Portal poems”English version of ''Portal poems'' by taranee4545
When i turn around
No one is there
When i use the cameras
Breathlessly not hear
If, I will go outside
I will feel only smell of wheat
When, I will look on the sky
I will not weary
It's human feeling
It's human feeling
Human feelings unknown to me
I will still alive
And I will stay alive
Emptiness, i have around me
Emptiness, i have in my heart
Emptiness, i have everywhere
I hear in my mind
Desire to return
This overwhelmed me every day
But, there is nothing to return
I only want to say
They called me this way
Because, they don't hear me
Because, i walked as if in a dream
When i felt wind in my hair
I don't want anything more
Portal 2 - More ScienceShe tries harder every day.Portal 2 - More Science by MasterPassionCreed
Her internal clock gives a start to her mornings with a drizzle of orders, soft and systematic; they join the buzz of the neon lights, flooding the circuitry of each tier.
She lets them out, one by one, until the slow awakening turns into activity — the machines obey in a slow crescendo, a tune unchanged for years, to fulfill a ritual as unnecessary as it is needed.
She gives a timing to her world outside. It is a way, a resource, to silence the error she cannot correct in herself. It makes things a little less heavy, if not better at all.
For yes, her voice still takes her by surprise, when her plans flow too well to distract her — her echo, her sad song, springs from the back of her memory. With her and her grief, Aperture comes to a halt.
She needs a pensive pause; then, again, it starts over.
Aperture Afterlife: GLaDOS's Story - Ch. A10It was 1978. The truck was jam-packed with homeless people. Aperture was desperate for test subjects, and Mr. Johnson was forced to slack on the standards for test subjects.Aperture Afterlife: GLaDOS's Story - Ch. A10 by E1craZ4life
“So, where we goin’, miss?”
“You’ll see.” I was under orders not to tell them what they were in for.
We arrived at the shack where the elevator was located, and everyone dismounted.
“Everyone get in here.” I opened the shack door.
They all seemed confused. “Wass dis s’posed to be?”
“It’s an elevator. The whole place is underground.”
There were 37 people there including myself. The elevator had a capacity of 40 people. We were able to get in fairly easily.
When the elevator arrived at its destination, a scientist came to us with a thick stack of papers.
“It’s a work contract.”
All the soon-to-be test subjects signed it, eager to start working.
A few minutes later
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