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Half a HendersonThis story has a lot of background to it, but I’m just going to include the essentials for the sake of time. Today, one of my players managed to pull a .5 Henderson on my campaign, completely screwing up my plans for his character and making me end the session early to figure out how to proceed.
This character is a female elf named Keres. Keres was a lawful neutral-tending lawful evil member of The Order of Holy Judgment, a group that essentially functioned as the judges in Judge Dredd but with magic and stuff. Then I killed her and resurrected her as an unwilling servant of the gods. Her player (a guy, just for clarification) gave me very little backstory other than that she was missing an eye and that she carried a picture of the man that cut her eye out so she could exercise revenge if she ever saw him again. The group’s previous adventure led to the world’s capitol city being captured by the BBEG and the group seeking refuge in the El
Bored During a SermonAlone in the dark,
Strike a match and light a lamp.
Alone in the light.
The inscription read,
“Only gold lasts forever,”
On the gilded tomb.
Awake, my lovelies.
Brush your teeth, comb your hair, wash.
Don’t be late for school.
Where are my legs, mate?
What are legs, sir? What is mate?
No! Not this again!
Lawrence of ArabiaA candle flickered amber
A solemn face illuminated,
Etched in the wrinkles
Of worry and pain.
Lawrence of Arabia
Observed a unique practice.
Whenever he extinguished a candle
He did so by squeezing
The live flame between his fingers.
When asked what was his trick
He replied, “The trick
Is not minding that it hurts.”
A thumb and a finger,
Scarred and calloused,
Closed on the flame.
Darkness, a hiss
And the acrid odor
Of burning flesh.
My trick is
I cannot feel pain.
Preview of Currently-Untitled Space Western A dull-grey transport-class ship landed on one of the many metal landing platforms that surrounded the outpost city of Old Red. The city, built mostly from the same dull-grey metal, sat in the midst of a sea of crimson rocks. The planet was almost entirely covered in rocks, with only a few freshwater springs breaking the lifeless monotony. These springs were the only reason an outpost existed on the planet in the first place; there were no other useful resources, unless you were a rock collector. Even so, Old Red was a fairly popular travel stop because it orbited in the Estus system, right at the doorway of Cumberland Exploration’s “exploitation zone,” as many locals called it.
The transport hissed as it cooled from the entry head, and it quickly lost all hints of red. A dock worker removed a hose from a compartment and doused the boarding ramp with water, filling the air with steam a
Pokemon Apocalypse: Tribute “Welcome to Viridian City!”
I heard the voice of a man, muffled through the market wall, but still understandable.
“Where is it?” The was the voice of a younger man. The voice was harsh and demanding.
The first man replied quickly, tripping over his own words. “You’ll find it all in order in the gym!”
“Lead the way.”
Heavy footsteps were heard, clearly those of a large Pokémon. I followed the sound to the back of the market. I pressed my ear against the wall.
“Where is the gym leader?”
“Ngh!” the man nearly choked. “He… left!”
A Pokémon roared.
Pokemon Apocalypse: The Package A few fights later, I saw a building peeking over the trees. A quaint cabin soon came into view, and within moments an entire city was before me.
Viridian City, the city of eternal green.
The view was incredible. Lush, vibrant evergreen trees seemed to merge seamlessly with the architecture. However, there was one exception: an enormous metal building with the image of a Pokéball on the front that I immediately recognized as one of the infamous gyms. The gym was a truly hideous building, some parts rusted, other parts covered in anti-Elite graffiti. It was a jarring juxtaposition on the otherwise pristine cityscape.
I stepped out of the clearing and into the city. A few people passed nearby, but they seemed too busy to notice me. An old woman pulled a cart full of various vegetables, and a young man hurried off to the city center,
Pokemon Apocalypse: Swarmed Once again I found myself at the arch of trees that separated Pallet Town and the wilderness. Never in my life had I stepped beyond this symbolic doorway. Once outside, the safety of civilization would give way to the dangers of the wild, with only my Pokémon between me and death.
I removed my Pokéball from my belt and held it up to my eyes, building confidence in Charmander.
I put the ball down, took a deep breath, and stepped through the arch.
Nothing happened. No wild monsters attacked, no bandits jumped out from behind the trees.
With a sharp exhale I started my trek. The path had a slight upward incline, with an occasional cliff ledge that I had to walk around. I wasn’t much of a climber.
After a few minutes I came across a cliff that was surrounded by tall grass and trees
Pokemon Apocalypse: Rivalry “Charmander, go!” Yelling just felt natural. The Pokéball flew from my hand and Charmander burst out.
“Squirtle, take care of this punk!” Blue yelled.
The two tiny creatures faced off at the entrance of the professor’s lab. Charmander stood about knee height (to my waist) and Squirtle was just a bit shorter. I felt an instant connection to Charmander, that indescribable bond between trainer and Pokémon.
“Charmander, attack!” I yelled, pointing at Squirtle. The lizard dashed forward and slashed at Squirtle with his claws.
“Tackle him!” I heard Blue yell.
Squirtle lunged at Charmander and knocked him over.
“Get him off! Scratch him!” I yelled. Charmander flailed his claws, landing a
Pokemon Apocalypse: True Beginnings I was living in a shantytown with my mother. We called it “Pallet Town” because most of the buildings were made of worn-down planks and pallets. Pallet Town was directly off the coast of the sea, and we were able to make a living off fishing. The town used to be a lot bigger, but a year earlier a bunch of the men, including my father, left to join the Resistance. This was during the Occupation, so times were tough for everyone. I’m sure even you can remember those times. It was hard enough making a living without the men, but because we also had to make the Tribute, we were constantly near starvation.
As a kid, I was mostly a drain on the town, but I had heard of the great Trainers and aspired to be one someday. I wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. But first I needed a Pokémon.
One day, my mother woke me up with a shake
Unwanted Bonds - 11
Raphael screamed and screamed and screamed...
He screamed, thrashed and all Leonardo could do was hold on to him, try to protect him from hurting himself in his fit. With every scream, the younger arched painfully against him, every single muscle taut and seizing.
Leonardo just held him close, sobbing in both relief and fear when Raphael's body finally gave in. He caught him when he collapsed, cushioning his fall when they both dropped to the floor.
And yet, Raphael didn't - couldn't – stop screaming, grinding his throat raw until his voice, too, gave up, reduced to little more than grating wheezes.
Then, finally, thankfully, even those tampered off to silence, until Raphael just laid bonelessly in his older sibling's arms, awkwardly catching his breath, his entire body quaking with exhaustion.
Only then, Leonardo dared to open his eyes again, blinking against the blurry wetness in them.
Raphael's own eyes were open, half-lidded and staring blankly at nothing, eyes lost in the sh
STC: Bangkok Down: Chapter 5
Open Space, SS Calypso
January 5, 2269
One of the advantages of having an older class of ship like Calypso, at least as far as Cera was concerned, was that it had an actual galley adjacent to the mess hall in addition to the food dispenser slots. Which meant that you could cook a real meal made from real ingredients, instead of eating reprocessed whatever all the time.
“So what exactly is this?” Nessa asked curiously as her lover set a plate in front of her. It looked like short, oddly-shaped worms covered in thick blood.
“This is called rotini,” Cera explained happily. “It’s a type of pasta. Pasta is made from wheat. The sauce is meat and tomato.”
Nessa gave the steaming plate a sniff. “This is Earther food?”
“Italian, to be exact. Go on, try it.”
As Nessa picked up the spoon Cera had provided, the door to the mess
Trucks Gone Wild- Magnum Opus“Moe, come here- I want you to see something!” the prof called. I had been trying on a new pair of gold lamé stockings- made with real gold, I guessed, given how much they were supposed to cost- and I padded over to his workstation. He had an incredibly dorky set of headphones on- the kind that glow in the dark and make you look like a singer in one of those weird bands from the eighties. Juxtaposed with his traditional lab coat, wire-frame spectacles, and wispy goatee, the effect was stunningly nerdy.
“What’s up, doc?” I drawled as I leaned over him, cheerfully giving him a full-on sideboob.
He scooted over a little in his chair, trying without much success to put a little room between us. “I just intercepted a strange transmission. It seems something has taken control of a number of trucks and is causing them all to drive south through the city. Further, each of these trucks appears to be taking control of o
Trucks Gone Wild- Pyrite“Damn it, Pyrite, you self-centered, narcissistic, egomaniacal, pig-headed jerk! Take a break between sets- I’ve got something important for you to do!”
Network’s irate yelling was almost lost in the screaming of the guitars and the pounding of the bass. Evin rolled his eyes and signaled Leon. The drummer nodded and launched into the solo that marked the bridge to the end of the song. His backup guitar and the bassist covered their surprise with nary a missed note. Leah segued through the bridge and into the final chorus. She turned her back on the crowd just long enough to glare at Evin and he shrugged apologetically before she turned back to the audience with a blinding smile.
“Give us a few minutes to catch our breath, folks- we’ll be back with one more round before last call, I promise!” she hollered to the rowdy fans and they sent up a roar of approval. Evin was already halfway to the stage door wh
Outlawed: part 4
First there was nothing but darkness. Then slowly, bit by bit, something crawled into Rover's mind. It was sweaty, throbbing an vaguely resembled consciousness. The first thought that actually punctuated his foggy mind was the realization that his head was going supernova, exploding outward with a violent eruption of heat and then collapsing in on itself, puctuating space and time with the suction of a black hole and repeating itself with each beat of his heart. That or the Rhythonians were playing their planetary war drums on his temples.
The next thing he became aware of was that he was lying face down in a powdery dust that seemed to be in the midst of a full scale invasion of his lungs. He let out a half-hearted cough that simply blew the dust into a little cloud that hovered around his face and clinging to the droplets of perspiration trickling down his forehead. Tarnation, it was
Werehog Story 21Just as Shadow had said, the Commander came to visit the heroes the next morning in Tails' hospital room. "I am sure this has to come at such a sombre note."
"So what is this meeting for?" Knuckles asked, leaning back on the couch provided.
"I sure you know why well enough. Your friend, Sonic." The group glances at various directions without immediately speaking a word.
"It's not his fault, Mister Commander." Cream spoke first.
"From what Shadow has told me, I understand it's not, but he's losing control."
"That is right." The blank hedgehog replied.
"G.U.N wants to offer our assistance in getting him contained-"
"So you can imprison him like last time or maybe add some experimenting too?" Knuckles shot back.
"No, we want help your effort in curing him."
"What?!?" Everyone barked in unison, surprised at the Commander's statement.
The man nodded. "G.U.N is concerned that he may cause more harm, but I also want to repay the hedgehog for all the things he's done for our world and hi
My Final PerformanceA tan hand opened the wooden case the beloved violin sat in, slowly picking up the silver violin and the matching silver bow. It was time for her last performance. She walked out onto the stage, and her cheering and clapping. She smiled sadly, tears shinning in her eyes that sat behind her glasses. She stands in the middle do the stage, placing the bow down on the strings, and began to play.
Her music started out as slowly but lively as she pranced around the stage, doing spins and other tricks she had learned over the year she had performed. She closed her eyes, standing on her tiptoes as her music became slower and sadder, and she could feel the mood change. She smiled sadly, keeping her eyes closed. Her crowd always knew when it was time. Images danced across the wall of the stage she stood on, showing her past performances, some sad, some happy, and some full of drama.
She leapt into the air, spinning as she continued to play, hearing some people cry softly. She gracefully leapt of
Trucks Gone Wild- Soviet SupercloneThe Soviet Superwoman stood in the middle of the street and stared down the oncoming semi. She braced for impact, crossing her arms in front of her.
“Nyet, capitalist running dog!” she barked, “You will not spread your chaos onto the workers!”
The machine was a perfect example of a machine aristocrat if ever there was one- it dominated and drove the innocent, unprotected working-class cars before it. And, just like an aristocrat, it utterly ignored anything that stood in its way.
The semi barely even slowed as it plowed into The Soviet Superwoman. The basic physics of the equation were easy to comprehend- a big rig weighing a dozen tons travelling at sixty miles an hour hit a lone woman massed at about 200 kilos and braced with nothing but air and what traction her boots gave her on the asphalt.
Because of the angle, The Soviet Superwoman did not go flying. Instead, she was bowled over immediately prior to being run over. She missed
Oh No Sally 26 - by Dru (and Michelangeli)Sally had expected Detective Wilson to come out of her cake induced coma at anytime now. But neither she, nor the hospital staff monitoring the patient's unusual condition predicted what happened when Wilson came down from her high.
Rather than slowly come out of it, feeling groggy and drained as was expected, she stopped moaning and her eyes snapped open.
"Oh my...that was incredible!"
She barely had time to take in the fact that she was strapped down in a hospital bed when the changes began. A warmth spread over her, and she felt herself brimming with energy. For a moment she thought the room was shrinking. But the increasing pressure of the straps on her arms and over her stomach indicated to her that she was actually growing.
The pressure of the straps seemed to ease even as she watched her muscles swell and press harder against them. Then with a rip the straps gave way. For a moment she thought she'd slip back into an orgasmic coma as the intense pleasure of filling with raw power
Dr'gog Day Choose Your Own Adventure IYou groggily awoke from your sleep. You wanted to stay in bed, but you had too much to do. Slouching, you walked over to the counter. The chrono said that the time was 3, Dr'gog Time. You weren't sure what exactly that meant, but it felt early. You fumbled through your belongings in the drawer, eventually finding everything you needed. Satisfied that you had everything, you looked up into the mirror hanging on the wall. What did you see?
A young human male with a reckless smile on his face and a blaster pistol on his belt.
A young human female with a warm smile on her face and a lightsaber on her belt.
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