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CharityThe thing is, I think people expected it all to go away. Every decent emotion, every good impulse. But it didn’t. It actually got stronger.
When it’s down to the wire, when it’s only a few of you left and you’re running for your lives, you feel pretty damn good about the person watching your back. Good enough to maybe give them a sip of the water you spent God knows how long boiling. Good enough to share the peanut butter you've been hoarding and happy as hell that they've been hoarding bread.
I raise the sandwich in a half salute at Tom as he walks by on patrol. “Hungry?” I ask through a mouthful made way too thick by a lack of anything to drink.
“Fuck off.” Tom grins as he says it. “You know I can’t eat right now.”
“Oh come on, who’s gonna know?” I wave the stale bread and wriggle my eyebrows suggestively.
“Yeah and this is the part where I give in to temptation, take a bite, and zombies come ra
4 worlds of the ImperiumCADIAN 517
Motto: Ex umbra in gloria – from Darkness into Glory
The Cadian 517 has made a name for itself fighting Orks throughout the Imperium with its large numbers of heavy weapons and its emphasis on ranged combat but it has always returned to Cadia to fight the constant threat from the Ruinous Powers of Chaos. It has done very well for itself throughout its long centuries of existence including its part in fending off Abbadon the Despoilers 13th Black Crusade(occurs long after the stories where the regiment appears) but its primary focus has been against Orks including the Ork Warboss Tubthumpa
Commanded By Colonel Dolvan Omero- uses a Leman Russ as a command vehicle (Commander, Gunner, Driver, Loader, 2 Sponson Gunners and General Omero- 7 men)
12 Companies of 288 men each plus a command squad of 5 men (293 men each) 3516 total
Broken into 6 platoons of 48 men each
4 Squads of 12 men
Company 1 Squad 1-
Sgt Tiresas Okaan(eventually commanded
FYS To Climb the Highest Mountain.Levar hefted his pack and looked up towards the top of the peak. The escarpment was black, a bit rounded, with promising white snowfields nearer to the summit. He drew in a deep breath, feeling the dry, slightly cool air. Perfect for a long climb.
“So that’s the tallest mountain on the Ring?” he asked Lhamo.
His llama morph, dressed similarly as he was, in tough adaptive hiking boots and vented clothing that could adapt to a variety of weather conditions, nodded. “Yes, sir. Exactly 6,103 meters tall at the highest peak.”
“Huh. Shorter than Mt. McKinley,” Levar said, trying to hide his disappointment.
“Yes, sir. The Groupmind’s reasoning was that it would be safer if the peak didn’t require supplemental oxygen to reach.”
“Figures.” Though given the death toll taller mountains like K2 and Everest had racked up, he could understand the Groupmind’s caution on that score. “Does it have a name yet?
TF Challenge Day OneDAY ONE: AD LIB/ CHOOSE YOUR OWN TF STORY
It's a cool, rainy night in Richfield, and though the storm outside is building Michelle, Shelly and Greg are staying together and watching a movie. Shelly has a cup of tea in her hand, clad in sweats, and is comfortable.
"Ugh... why won't they just arrest Tom Hanks already?" Shelly muttered.
Michelle hushed her. "Shh! Do you still think it's him? Besides, they're about to find out who murdered the pope."
Greg shook his head, chuckling quietly to himself. "You both should really read the book."
They cut to a clip of the slowly ticking anti-matter bomb located in the depths of Vatican Hill. Then, a blast of lightning boomed outside - and the house went dark.
"Aaugh!" Shelly screamed first. The shattered splash of the coffee cup came next.
"Waaugh! Shelly?" An altogether brief moment of silence. "Shit."
"Nobody panic, huh? It's just a power outage..." Greg tried to be
End ItYou are here to purge. You enter his mind without asking, of course. And you rifle through his memories. You see through his eyes and start from the beginning.
You are in the first grade, and the bottom of your bare right foot was starting to burn against the hot asphalt. A large boy in the grade above you had taken one of your shoes, and hidden it. You imagined yourself (no not yourself, him) standing over the bully with a baseball bat. Your body smiled.
Now you are six years old, calming down after some sort of angry fight. It smelled of antiseptic and despair. A hospital. That’s right; they wouldn’t let you meet your new sibling. You remember crying into your stuffed lion all the way home. Three days later, your mother, all tired and weak looking, picks you up and lets you look through the glass wall of the incubator. Pink blanket. So it’s a girl then. Her face is different than what you expect. At first, it scares you, but she is too small to hurt you, so i
Conflict Within the Frozen Planet of IceskyThere are planets traveling around most of the stars. Some of them, like our Earth, orbit in that band we call the sweet spot, just close enough and just far enough from their star to grow life. These are the planets that support surface water and baths daily in the warmth of their star. Each may sustain a biosphere that can survive from miles below the surface to miles above, throughout their enriched atmosphere.
Then there are the dark worlds where life is locked beneath miles of frigid surface. One such planet shares a parallel evolution to our own earth. It belong to the group of rouge planets far outside our solar system.
Icesky is in a tight orbit with others around a large gas planet that never ignited, never became a star. Here too is a sweet spot that allows life to evolve. Due to its orbit close to the massive gravitational pull of its host, heat through tidal forces warms Icesky's core yet, its stable elliptical orbit maintains a minimum distance not so close as to tea
Sturm und DrangMax Harper still wasn’t quite comfortable around Sturm and Drang. They seemed harmless enough now, even if they were rather wary of him when he’d first arrived, but they were still raptors. Or rather, they would have been called raptors back home. Here they were called tercels, and they didn’t particularly look like he’d always imagined raptors. He supposed that meant all the scientists were right, because the two animals looked nothing like the scaly, lizard-faced monsters of the movies and instead resembled nothing more than shaggy, long-tailed birds with short, powerful wings. It was those wings, and their feet, that worried him. Both bore large claws, wickedly curved and very sharp-looking.
Drang was reclining a couple feet away on the veranda, but Sturm was out in the yard playing with Maisie. As he watched the tercel chased the girl through the snow before she turned and faced him. She feigned a dash to the right before he squawked and covered the two mete
what the heck is thisInitiating systems check.
Life support; on.
Optic sensors; activated.
Propulsion drive; functional.
Predicted interference; minimal.
Estimated testing conditions; optimal.
Everything seemed to be functioning within normal parameters. Pressing a few final buttons on the dash, the young pilot tightened his grip on the steering handles before speaking. "Ensign Alphonse Prinz-Herschel, reporting for duty!" His voice rang out loud and clear over the comms, followed by his fellow officers reporting in as well. As usual, the captain gave them a briefing over the day's mission, telling them where they'll be meeting and what the daily goal is. Today they would practice manual navigation, relying on their own memory and knowledge to determine their location without being solely dependent on their ship's navigational systems; it would prove invaluable in case of unexpected interference due to multiple possible factors.
The training started off simple enough; deactivating th
The MessengerThe woman came to Gingloa at the head of an army, riding under the banner of House Agares. Though the majority of the army remained outside the city to set up camp, the message was clear: whatever the woman was here for, they would be wise not to deny her. As she rode down the central street accompanied by a retinue of mounted soldiers, the people stopped to watch her pass. Whoever she was, she was very wealthy. She wore a hauberk of steel maille over a knee-length crimson aketon, and over that her armor was thick bronze scales worked in the shape of feathers. Pinned to her shoulders was a cloak of crimson silk. Her pointed helm with its long nasal guard was steel, and at its peak were fastened three red feathers of command. A fringe of steel scales hung from her helm to cover her face and neck, but as she looked across the upturned faces of the townsfolk they could see she had the olive skin and dusky eyes of the Garanic tribes of the central Markheb. Behind her rode her s
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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