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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 - 7
After the first hour of trying not to move, Leonardo felt his spine starting to protest.
Not enough yet, to risk changing his position and possibly waking his exhausted brother, but enough to become a notable discomfort.
After the second hour, sitting still like a gargoyle on a roof, it started to become really uncomfortable and the oldest brother started to consider moving at least his legs enough to prevent them from falling asleep. But he still didn't give in.
Not when he snuck a glance at Raphael's sleeping face,
Even deeply asleep, he looked so very exhausted. Lips parted and eyes firmly shut, though with a small frown of tension forming a line between his brows. Almost, Leo gave in to the urge of smoothing that away with his thumb, but he thought better of it and remained unmoving for a little while longer.
A little movement in the corner of his eyes caught his attention and instantly, he had to smile. The baby was yawning in his sleep, kicking his small legs before settling back
Infected - Chapter Four Sky often found himself in awkward situations. He tended to have bad luck with those sorts of things. Once, he and Ian had gone to visit Husky's home village. Sky forgot that it was rude to call Mudkips "fish". Another time, Sky managed to get himself locked in a room with a squid he'd cut one tentacle off of for three hours; the two didn't have much to talk about. Then, back when he was dating Dawn, Sky couldn't have had a worse first impression on her parents; but that's another story.
All in all, even though Sky had seen a lot of awkward situations, he could safely say that this was the worst yet.
"Um.... So..." Sky bit his lower lip as he struggled for words. "How's... You magic?"
"Good, good..." Seto said with a nod. The two both hesitated in awkward silence, as Tyler - who sat between them on the couch, stared straight ahead blankly. His arm had been fixed by Seto as soon as the Sorcerer calmed down. Sips took the liberty of
Infected - Chapter Two "Where are they?" Duncan muttered to himself like he usually does. "I know I dropped them somewhere around here..."
He kept his head down, scanning the forest floor not far from his castle as he searched for his beloved goggles. He hadn't been searching long before he heard leaves rattle above him. He had no time to move as he felt something heavy land on top of him. "Hey, watch-" He stopped short as he felt a blade under his neck. His eyes widened. "Wh-Who are you?"
"My name is Sky. I'm a Revolter, and I'm not about to go down to some scientist."
"Oi! I'm not just 'some scientist' buddy, I'm Lalna!" Duncan growled.
"A real scientist wouldn't get himself caught in a situation like this. I know you're infected. Anyways, is 'Lalna' supposed to scare me?"
"No, not at all." Duncan replied, letting his hand slip into his coat pocket. "But... If I were you... I would drop your sword."
My Alien Girlfriend (Chapter 6)
The sky had turned dark outside and I was in the kitchen, cleaning up the counter from where Yumi had lost control with the ketchup bottle.
Supper had been nothing short of insanity. As agreed, I had grilled burgers for the two of us so that she could experience what a burger tasted like. When I lit the grill, she touched it to try and see where the fire came from and burned her hand. When we finally got the burgers done, I asked if she wanted cheese or anything on it, and she merely asked me what cheese and ketchup were. She’d never seen pickles before and the only thing she seemed to recognize were the lettuce and tomatoes…but that was only because she mistook them for leaves and fruit from her own planet. In the end, she loved them. She asked for more, so I ended up making her a second burger…and that was when she asked if she could try preparing it herself. And that was how I ended up here cleaning up the ketchup from the counter and walls.
I sighed to myself and
Turn LeftTurn Left
I felt like writing a little explanation was relevant. The title, 'Turn Left' was inspired by a Doctor Who episode where Donna's entire life was altered by one decision: Should she turn right or left? I wrote this as an alternate timeline to our, where a Sorcerer's simple decision led him to a very different fate. So there, that's it X3
"Ooh, I don't wanna miss this one." I heard Ty say. I could practically see him leaning forward on his desk. He so seemed like the type of guy who'd do that when he got excited. "I know Kyle started that Jimmy thing, so don't try to pull that crap on us - what's your real name?"
"Yeah, dood, what is it anyway?" Jerome asked. "I've always been kinda curious."
I saw myself at a crossroads. I could go two ways from here. I could tell them and we could become better friends, or I could remain shrouded in mystery. Although the latter seemed totally badass, the prior seemed
SWtCW: A Question of Loyalty pt.5Surface of Naboo, Theed, Royal Palace
Queen Jamillia jumped as the door to her study slammed open, looking up from her desk in alarm as three figures burst into the room.
“What is going on?” she demanded, coming to her feet. “Who are you what do you—“ she stopped as she recognized Padme. “—want.” she stiffened as she realized that Senator Binks was also in attendance. “How dare you?” she asked coolly.
“Queen Jamillia,” Padme began, her voice emotionless. “You are guilty of conspiring against Naboo and the Republic, you will be removed from the throne and your vestments stripped from you.”
Jamillia's eyes flared slightly as she looked back from the gungan to Padme.
“You have no authority to make such outrageous claims and accusations Senator! You serve by my appointment!”
“I have the same right of every citizen of Naboo.” Padme replied. “As to authority, we will have that sh
Unbroken Bond 2 Unbroken Family Chapter Seven"Hey, Mom, can I ask you something?" Kiki asked, threading her arm inside the sleeve of her cardigan.
Callie, folding up the hospital gown her daughter formerly resided in, turned around with a chipper smile as if nothing could make the emotion she was feeling disappear. "Anything you want, sweetheart. Fire away."
"Are you sure? Because I've been trying to ask you but it's always seemed like a touchy subject. I just don't want you to get upset or anything, you know?" Kiki felt her cheeks flare a little in embarrassment of her hesitation, but she also didn't want to cause her mother more distress than she already had.
But Callie merely broadened her grin and said, "I'll be fine. What is it?"
Clearing her throat, Kiki started, "Okay, well, um . . . uh, since the doctors said that I currently can't remember literally anything before yesterday, may I ask what exactly happened the day of my accident?"
Kiki immediately took notice of her mother's smile turning upside down. So it was a touchy
Battalia: HuntsmanGrannde Enterprises was an old building, one that had been out of production since the war. It was home to Battalia that had protected Westkeep and the nearby area, closer to town than the Derelict Industries base was to Mechanicsville. Even so, it was heavily guarded, and yet...Something had broken through, and more shockingly, destroyed the Battalia units within.
Outside the base, a young man named Chase Sabre stood there. He was a traveller, chasing the very monstrosity that had caused this damage. Along the way he had seen more than his fair share of destroyed robots and wreckage, but what was scariest of all was the fact that someone he loved was arguably the cause of it all.
Still, his hunt was only half the reason he was there, the other half was the wrecked Battalia he had encountered on the dusty trail, Maria.
Chase recognized her as an awakened Battalia, ones that had adapted beyond the already powerful stock versions called “Blank slates”. They had observed human
Oh No Sally 22 : by Dru(For Michelangeli)
Within an hour of O Girl's announcement going nationwide, the Director issued a statement. He ordered all agents to remain on duty and to carry on as normal. He denied outright O Girl's claims of a conspiracy and insisted that the FBI was the finest law enforcement agency in the United States. Any attack on the institution he headed was an attack on freedom and justice. In closing he requested that O Girl hand herself in to authorities because it was time she answered for all the deaths she had caused.
Sally was very displeased at being called a criminal, and accused by the very man she wanted to bring to justice of being an enemy of the law. But these were things she had expected to him to say, so it didn't upset her all that much.
Over the next day she watched closely as the smarter FBI agents ignored their orders and handed themselves in anyway. They all knew what Sally was capable of. And they knew what the bureau was capable of. And so they knew there was only o
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.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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