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Jules of Nature
Claire Keane
EXPECTATIONS
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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almost home
NASA

Product Placement
Mike Driver
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Game Changer & Make Some Noise
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LIKES TO CHARGE REBLOGS TO CAST
you people aren't CASTING
I was tempted to like it too
The window
Outside the large window there comes soft rains
From inside there comes gentle guitar strums
Accented by light taps on the glass panes
Which are in service here as nature's drums
One plays strings, another plays a console
With a wall mounted screen with hushed volume
On it a Mughal yells and fights a troll
The room fills with the combined tune
At the glass it takes longer per each tap
The rain stops, in its place quiet assumes
From inside alone comes the world's sound map
At least till the dance of mirrors resumes
Along with the music there is warmth here
In each other's company joy and cheer
wild horses could probably drag me away pretty easily in fact
Realistically, I'm pretty sure domesticated horses could also.
I’ll be honest, most horses would have a pretty good shot at moving me a moderate distance
A tiny pony could move me, because if I saw one I'd yell "pony!" and run towards it.
Undomesticated Equines though remain to be seen
It was a dark and gloomy evening for a training exercise, the targets were hard to spot for the crew of a Centurion APC
Unbeknownst to them a plot was forming
An evil plot
A villianous plot
Taking roost on what seemed a humble chicken farm
The training exercise was going well for the Centurion but as faith had it the crew forgot how to aim.
They wrote off the spent shell as harmless not bothering to trace the trajectory feeling the danger was as real as hen's teeth.
The shot went wide punching through the fence of the nearby farm.
Into the conspiracy's coop flew a 105mm shell and there it detonated.
A new dawn approached bathing the scene as the ruins of the coop lay there sunny side up. A fowl sight awaited the farmer in the morning as his birds and their plans to take humanity over easy were scrambled by a foe no one could predict but everyone knew about.
The incompetence of the Italian military.
This is a short description I wrote for a party of characters in a one shot encountering a Spinosaurus. We played using the Genesys system for a community live play and the session was a hoot. This is taking place in the courtyard of an Apartment Complex.
CW: Implied Violence
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With the power cut the courtyard's lanterns hold no light. The garden's various plants and flowers all have adopted the night becoming sharp and angular shadows. From the moon a pale blue light shines and sky appears thrice. Twice above and once below onto the still pool that lies uninhabited at this hour. Standing at its edge lies to the source of the low and melodic wails that echoed through out the apartment complex.
It stands tall enough to peer through a second story window and several nearby are caved in undoubtably by its intrusion. Its a sleek bipedal form with muscular legs and arms that end in three wicked claws. Its head is long and narrow, belying rows of wicked sharp teeth that glisten covered in a dark liquid. From its back extends a round sail, down the spine.
Most striking are the eyes, pure white orbs staring as if they are a void looking outward to the world. The beast emits another call and the message is clear. This land is haunted and here is the ghost.
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The whole session is here:
https://youtu.be/6IATMWmaI2g
It amuses me that I cannot spell endeavor incorrectly now ever since I went hardcore into Aliens Fireteam Elite. Gotta thank the devs for that one. Helps that it is a fun word to use really.
Still love the game. Seriously having even a basic character creator in a shooter is a good way to get me to check it out. I know RPGs let you go wild often but shooters rarely do so this was a welcome relief.
Happy Leland Melvin Day!!!
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Happy Leland Melvin Day!!!
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Happy Leland Melvin Day!!!
Happy Leland Melvin Day!!!
Eid Mubarak everyone!
So I saw someone knight and crusade posting, and it was disheartening to see. I wanted to respond at first with an angry and pithy comment but I stopped myself and took a step back to consider what I would be doing there. Instead of that path I wrote the following, and am sharing it here for folks to be able to read.
"You have been told of us the Saracen
How we hold a vast wealth and holy lands
All to seize at the pope's beck, only then
But you must take on the risks, not his hands
To feed thy anger thy gave a programme
From these stories come hate's warm sensation
Now while a warrior I scarcely am
I put forth this, my evaluation
The Crusades may come the crusades may ride
Yet it is their goals they shall fail to reach
In the end to them the clergy had lied
Not for victory, for peace, I beseech
Are we peoples not richer together
Despite contrasts is this path not better?"
We lost the skeletons two years ago. Four years ago it was the zombies. Last year the werewolves made their last stand. This year the vampires head out, their forlorn fates already written.
We dug trenches you know? We were waiting on this as if it had an inevitability to it.
Thanksgiving being absorbed was already in the cards heck it was already in the hand on the table waiting to be resolved.
Dirt is heavy when you have to move it constantly. A small pile really feels like the world when it is the hundredth of the day. The shovel's head pull more and more towards the ground and refuses more and more to follow your arms trying to lift it up.
There are av carts they push through that play the good stuff. MCR, the Blackhearts, etc. Sometimes we get Veteran of the Psychic Wars. That one speaks to me. Probably to us all.
You have to dig and then dig some more so you have a sump and put wooden duckboards above that to stand on. Otherwise you are soaked in rain and mud fills your boots. Even the tallest ones we wear.
We have heard of things in the fallen realm. The blackened and burned lands gutted in the initial assault. The whispers in the winds before them driving all who hear them mad. The rumors of a... thing that stalks the battlefields with piercing golden eyes were in you see nothing but hate. Not normal hate but hate ignited and infused with the deepest of tortures and the most malicious of intent.
Most of the day you are looking at empty ground. The distances for engagement mean the enemy appears to us as tiny dots in our vision. The charges though. Those are most terrifying.
I haven't signed up for recon this week. I haven't heard of a recon team returning and if they have them being isolated from us bodes ill.
It's a wave. It's a mountain. It's the spectacle of war. It's a funereal for the chargers and the repulsing gunfire is their last rites. You see that and realize that is what awaits you. What remains to happen to you.
maybe I'll sign up for recon after all...
So I finally got a Vgen account for my commissions! You can request commissions via Vgen if you're interested!
Striking while iron is hot
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Here's some examples of sketches I've recently made