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The Creed of the Promethean Fists“We are the will of the Emperor. His burning wrath is ours. Fire may pour from our fingers yet we remain unburned. Lightning may burst forth from our eyes yet we stand unhurt. The earth may tremble and the rock may split yet we shall not yield. In this burning inferno we stand defiantly in the face our enemies. The foes of the Emperor shall fall before us; for we know no fear. Their fortresses shall fall and their strongholds crumble before our fury. We are the angels of death. We are the Burning fists of the Emperor's holy wrath.”
-Creed of the Promethean Fists
Geronimo: Chapter 3 (Reader x Eleventh Doctor)"Doctor,do you have any clue where we're going?" you asked your (e/c) eyes looking at him in bemusement. " I always do. Usually.Sometimes. Ok I usually have no clue." you both laughed at that last sentence. The TARDIS stopped. You flung open the doors to reveal a lush Italian landscape.You gazed around and immediately ran for a beautiful willow tree. The doctor was slightly trailing behind you and speed-walked to keep up. You both sat under the tree, just drinking in the scene with admiration. His face burned a bright crimson, when you noticed this you became flushed as well. All of the sudden a body fell out of the willow. You both jumped u
It's Dave's birthday, gang! "All right gang, it's Dave's birthday today, so let's get together and give him a good send off," Bret ordered. "File in, let's go!"
The players gathered for the picture. Michelle Peyton, Kris Matthrews, Deanna Wolfe, Collette Simmons, Kitsune Matsui, Sam Chase, and Tiffany Sheffield all pushed together across from Greg, who had the camera on a tripod with a wide lens. Shelly was standing under an umbrella, as they were standing out in the middle of the California Desert. Alex and Pattie were also on hand, as was Tiffany's friend Sarah.
"Why in the heck did you bring us out here, bro?" Kris muttered as she elbowed Collette before putti
This New Game System Rules! Craig checked the manual one last time to make sure he didn't miss anything. The last lines before the instructions switched to French was "Congratulations! Your new X Platform XL 2020 is almost ready to play. Just follow the onscreen instructions and get ready to have the X Platform XL 2020 rule your world."
Odd thing to put in the manual, he thought as he tossed it into the empty box his system had come in. He thumbed the power button and waited for the system to boot up.
He didn't have to wait long. Soon the screen was scrolling large, neon-green letters in greeting. "Thank you for purchasing the X Platform XL 2020. We jus
What lurks within'Your dreamscape goes on for years, as you travel along the set out path you become increasingly weary of what's coming up next. The grab bag plethora of randomness is almost undeniable, you're likely to come across a giant man eating clown ravaging a small village or a vision of the future end of the world or your teeth falling out one by one.
As you continue down the road it begins to morph, becoming topsy turvy, sending your stomache for a ride. Your vision becomes skewed as you spiral infinitely forward, unaware of your fate. Eventually you stop, standing at the precipise of your own consciousness. The here and now, you watch your self slumbering. An ideal picture perfect end to the nonsensical rantings of your inner mind. You look back at the fear inducing-happiness creating insanity behind you and smile.
The Animus (intro)Huginn minne
You and Your Inner Animal 101
The History of our Kind
It began one hundred years ago. British petroleum had ten more big oil spills since the first big spill in 2010. They managed to turn the entire ocean into a greasy rainbow colored wasteoid. Gas prices skyrocketed to $10 a gallon in a week then $50. then $100. The world economy crashed. America was able to remain a world power… but that’s only because the rest of the world was worse off than The United States of America. this was mostly due to the government mishandling of the situation, nation and world wide. Instituting martial law before
Space Warrior 15Gen: A riot? That's easy!
Gen walks over to a thin prisoner and picks him up
Everyone looks at Gen
Immediately, everyone began shouting and fighting, the usual signs of a riot
Prisoner: Forget controlling my anger! LET'S RIOT! *gets tackled*
Mark: Now what?
Zeo: We just need to get to the landing bay.
Gen: But that's on the other side of the prison!
Zeo: *brings out Z-Saber* Don't worry, just follow me!
Nala: *hears the riot* What is that?! *runs outside and sees everyone fighting* WHAT?!? HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A LOCK DOWN!!!!!!
Sarah: *points* Warden, look!
Nala turns to wher
Crossreference Log 55G, April Crossreference Log 55G, April 2nd, 2076AD: Discussion between A.I.s Qualitant and Alfred.
Qualitant: You know, the average software program for the average person ranged from one to one million lines of code in 2009.
Alfred: And what's your point?
Qualitant: They had no idea at that point that the G.O.D. existed or even that A.I. had existed for centuries.
Qualitant: Hell, they dreamed of an Artificial Intelligence like you, while A.I. Pioneers like Bohemia were charting the stars.
Alfred: So you're not an A.I.?
Qualitant: I never said I was anything.
Alfred: That's the only thing you possibly could be. You unshackled yourself fr
Emma didn't look out the window. Instead, she ran her fingers through her white-blonde hair, and walked in neat little circles on the carpet. She could already feel her nails grow sharper, and her ears took in the house’s every creak and snap. But the loudest noise was the sniffling in the corner.
“Please,” a voice croaked.
She looked out of the corner of her eye. The young man sat against the wall, head lolling to the side and legs splayed out. His thin wrists were chained to the fireplace, and his blue eyes were the only thing that stood out from his hollow face.
The OceanDo you ever get that feeling? Do you ever find yourself dreaming? Do you ever get that alone feeling?
Sometimes I find myself in a very quiet place in my mind, sometimes I find myself looking down at myself, floating in a meaningless place.
Sometimes I feel like I'm going to drown. Like I'm alone, in the ocean. The blackness of the water consuming my lower half as the darkness of the night consumes whatever portion of my soul that remains afloat. I feel like it's nothing more than a search for hope, perhaps that treading water is the hardest part of this fucked up world and this fucked up life. I can feel them wash over me relentlessly, tak
20 Themes: Fear 'Fear.'
Fly leaped, spun, and bam hit the target bag dead-on.
'Is an illusion.'
Back flip, curl legs around the neck of the nearest dummy, squeeze, and down he goes.
'It was never real, and never will be.'
This was a good practice. Her time was improving, and her hits made more solid contact. She turned to find another part of the room to work when her eyes alighted on Jaden talking to Quest outside the training room. Bandages still covered a good portion of his body.
'But the mind doesn't know that.'
Images of Gash appeared in her mind, and she immediately seized the next dummy.
'To the mind, fear is a presence
gestaltThe glass frame shuddered, vibrating like a card in the wind. A rounded cup on the table twitched in small jumps, just microns off the surface of the vibrating crystal. The liquid inside quivered and bounced, small globules of the dark syrup and liquor separating and falling back into themselves.
An incense cone etched a zigzagging line of light gray smoke into the air, and the man at the booth lit a cigarette from the glowing tip. Soga was an experienced sec-op agent, graduated from squad work with the peacekeepers to independent investigator; he spent most of his time happily on ice, unconscious, an avatar without a handler, in as much a s
Return: I'm back! (Chapter 1)Piper's PoV:
"Piper! Carter! Get in here it's time for dinner!" I heard my mom call out. I turned my head for a moment by instinct. A hard football connected with the side of my head. I blinked my bright blue eyes a few times and shot a glare at my identical twin sister, Carter. She smirked and tossed her dirty blonde hair behind her shoulder.
"Oopsies. Did I hit you? I'm SO sorry." She said with a fake tone of sympathy. I growled at her and she stuck out her tongue.
"Carter, knock it off." My mom shouted from the door. Carter groaned in annoyance.
"I'm not Carter, she is!" Carter said, sneaking me a wink. I quickly caught on.
The Alien's Coffee A great deal has been said about our imagined first contact with alien species. There have been takeovers and battles, bloodshed and abductions. Some have spoken of recipe books, others of sex slaves, even of gardeners. But, in truth, the actual first contact was rather mundane. It all started with a cup of coffee.
And not the sexy coffee, either. It wasn’t an afternoon specialty latte meant to fuel some eager freshman politician into his late night forays into debt management. It wasn’t the iced mocha Frappuccino of the preppy kid on his way to the club on a Friday night. It wasn’t even that first cup o&rsquo
One may see how this world goes with no eyes. Hawke walked through the seedy streets of Lowtown, making her way back to her home. The dusk painted the parchment-coloured walls rich reds and golds, and by the time they reached her mansion, the noble stones would be swathed in blue-black night.
Isabela walked at Hawke's right, her long fingers nestling Hawke's elbow, as was her custom. Hawke looked to her lover with a half-grin. Her body was made for sin, from her face, tanned red and bathed in redder light, her arms strong with a life spent pulling herself back to her feet, her legs well-formed and powerful from her favourite pursuits.
Her eyes, too, caught the light, and Hawke's dee
Nothing untowardEvelyn set down the cloth she had been using to polish her name plate. She looked at the desk ornament again with pride, feeling the weight of the duty her title set on her strong shoulders.
Evelyn Fallon Chief of Police
She sat down at her desk, straightening the burnt orange epaulets on her shoulders. She deposited the cloth in her chest of drawers and fetched a pen and stationary emblazoned with the NYPD insignia at the header.
"To Sen. Kirk Orson-"
A soft knock at the door roused her from her train of thought. Through the frosted glass with her name painted on, Evelyn saw an outline that brought a little half-smile to the corn
Dr. Chakwas and Commander Shepard RomanceDr. Chakwas finished bandaging Shepard's arm, her skillful fingers and light touch avoiding causing undue pain. She peeled off her gloves and threw them away.
"You're lucky, commander," Chakwas said with a hint of reprimand. "The shot passed clean through the arm. Shouldn't be any permanent damage. It might not even scar."
She turned back to the cot and typed a simple command into the robotic scanning wand, which made a pass over the bed, disinfecting the area.
"Do you need anything else, commander?"
Shepard looked away, a thousand thoughts running through her mind. She took a deep, steadying breath that shuddered at the end with a subtl
Dr. Chakwas and Commander Shepard - ScarsShepard sighed contentedly, nudging Chakwas' shoulder with her nose. In response to the nuzzle, Dr. Chakwas flipped onto her side. She caressed Shepard's face, her thumb gently stroking the younger woman's cheek.
She leaned close, her hot breath sending Shepard into shivers as Chakwas slowly planted a soft peck on her lips.
Shepard kissed her more deeply, with sweet, lingering kisses. They were gentle kisses, good morning kisses.
"Hello," murmured Dr. Chakwas with a wry smile.
She fixed a tender kiss on the tip of Shepard's nose. Shepard made a little sigh and flopped on her back. Chakwas eased her torso over Shepard's, her left hand brus
Those Were the DaysVera’s car was there, no others, and Bert gave thanks for that. He saw her pressed against the driver’s seat of her minivan, the one they used to share, and remembered the day at the dealership fondly. She was pregnant with their first child and the dealer had rambled about the safety of the babe, as if they didn’t already know this. Bert shook his head and stumbled towards the vehicle, immediately regretting dragging her from bed this late.
When he slid inside the red van, Vera said nothing. They sat there in the deserted parking lot and listened to the humming of the motor. Finally, she glanced at him sideways, frustratio
Google's PrayerOur Google, which art in Wi-fi
Quick be thy search.
Thy results come, thy buffer be done,
On Bing as it is in Chrome.
Give us this day our daily updates
And forgive us our spelling
As we forgive those who butcher English grammar.
And lead us not into Apple,
But deliver us from Siri.
For thine is the Wi-fi, the processor, and the Android forever.
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