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After watching Desolation of Smaug people asking “Pugs in Middle Earth???? HOW?”
Here’s the answer. Melkor,Morgoth Bauglir, master and father of all the dark creatures and the Lord of the Pugs.
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Hail and well met adventurers! This blog is pushing 4 years and we’ve finally reached a high enough leadership rank to have 50,000 followers (and a 17th level cohort)!
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"How lovely it was"
“How lovely it was”
“Alexander Quint (32), Clarke Barley (35), Phillies - 2771 N Lincoln Ave Chicago, 07:30pm 12th Oct.” Two names, an address and a time, everything one would need for a fine day at work. The two men in question were sitting near the corner by the disc of the well-lit coffee shop, atop wooden bar stools. They were both dressed in black suits with vertical striped, and wore similarly colored fedoras accompanied by bright smiles and a happy glint in the eyes. Both of them were relatively slim, fit even. Not the types to slack around at a coffee shop that late in the evening. Today, however, was an exception – a celebration. They had done it. Busted the big buck, set themselves for life. So there they were, coffee in hand, Bob Hope and Shirley Ross’ “Thank you for the memories” playing on the radio. Day could not get better.
“Thanks for the memory Of rainy afternoons, swingy Harlem tunes Motor trips and burning lips and burning toast and prunes How lovely it was”
It was, of course, a strange way to celebrate for grown men. Most would have gone to a local bar or even a brothel, but not these fellas. They were clever, knew they couldn’t get too caught up at the time. No intoxication, no fornication or anything else that would render them dazed or distracted in any way, not even a slight dizziness. They had to stay sharp as a pair of barber’s razors, but some celebration was in order, it was only fair.
“Thanks for the memory Of candlelight and wine, castle on the Rhine The Parthenon, and moments on the Hudson River line How lovely it was”
They were alone in the shop, save for the man behind the disc and a single lady in a red dress. The man paid them no mind except when they ordered their beverages, but the lady showed them an obvious interest, or rather the one sitting closer to her. And she caught their interest as well, of course. Despite their little agreement of soberness and celibacy for the night, her fire-red hair and equally red lips were too much of a draw for Alexander Quint.
“Many’s the time that we feasted And many’s the time that we fasted Oh well, it was swell while it lasted We did have fun, and no harm done”
He slid off his stool to Clarke’s clear distaste, and slid around the corner of the disc to lean on it. He was a mere ten inches from the woman’s right flank, and could clearly smell her exotic scent. It was a mixture of fresh roses and blood, quite an extraordinary fragrance. He could also see her clearly, a stinging green meeting him after naught but a moment’s glance. Her piercing gaze was accompanied by a smile. Not sincere or inviting even, but cold and sly – anticipating.
“So thanks for the memory Of crap games on the floor, nights in Singapore You might have been a headache, but you never were a bore I thank you so much”
And as it happened, the anticipation ended in satisfaction. At least for the woman in red. Before Alexander Quint could do as much as open his mouth in a friendly flirt, his lips fell forever silent, and his body to the floor along with them. The woman in red had pulled a knife, and planted it between his left fifth and sixth rib. Alexander fell to the floor, and laid there twitching during the few seconds it took for the woman to reveal an additional weapon from her hidden left side; A Baretta pistol made the same year. This threat fell upon Clarke, who had no time to react before he too fell silent to the floor.
“Thanks for the memory Of China’s funny walls, transatlantic calls That weekend at Niagara when we hardly saw the falls How lovely it was”
Written by yours truly. This is a piece of schoolwork, actually. One I'm not at all pleased with. But here it is, none the less. I'm going to finish it at some point, I swear.
We are Humanity
A hundred kilometers or so from where I grew up, in a little town near the foot of the Hunsen mountains, there's a pillar. A single structure of gleaming metal, 10 meters high, burnishes in some strange material that never rusts or ages. It is one of a dozen like it, scattered across the globe. It is perfect in every aspect. Every dimension flawless, every surface perfectly smooth. And most importantly, it is ancient beyond belief.
It's a world heritage site now, a tourist attraction, studied by scientists and debated by philosophers as well as historians. It has been derided as a hoax, despite every test our science has been able to think of demonstrates how it has stood there for a hundred thousand years or more. It was old, when we still lived in caves and animal furs. And it is the most important thing to ever have existed on our planet.
For on it, repeated time and time again, in scripts curled and angular, mathematical formulae and ideograms, in pictures and digital codes is written a single message in all the languages of the universe.
It says:
"We are Humanity."
Sleep well, little ones.
For until you join us among the stars.
We will keep you safe."
And every now and then, if you are lucky, you might see through a telescope a single little star burn across the night sky.
A reminder that they still keep their promise.
The Veil Pt. 4
-Record log, John R. Marsehn-
Apparently our government's size and our technological level was a far superior to most other species due to all the breathing room we had. The galaxy is a very crowded place, the larger empires usually spanning no more than twenty or thirty systems each.
Raids from pirate groups further cemented our dark reputation, and in time we came to work with the role. Every attempt to convince people that we wanted fair negation was seen as a deception. Rather than fight a losing battle, we played to the role given to us. Soon we were seen as 'sinister, but not unreasonable' and gained both fear and respect throughout the galaxy. Few humans appeared in view of aliens outside of deliberately frightening power armor, and human ambassadors used voice synthesizers to sound like that initial transmission once had.
Looking back, it actually worked in our favor. After three centuries of contact most alien species know almost nothing about humans beside their well exaggerated horror stories. The only bit of info we were more than happy to share with them was the reason we can live in the veil. Turns out we were all a little crazy to start with. I think the fact that we're pulling the largest practical joke in the galaxy was already proof enough of that.” -End Log- -Courtesy of an anonymous 4chan writer, edited by yours truly.
The Veil Pt. 3
-Record Log, Col. Richards Lindowel- Our initial contact did not go too well, however. We would later piece together what happened, and it seemed it was a simple instance of miscommunication. As soon as what might have, at the time, been the largest spaceship in the galaxy appeared on top of them, the species known as the Kondar were driven to the brink of panic. The commander tried to keep a disaster from occurring and ordered his ships not to open fire. Communications on both side failed, we ourselves had long ago stopped carrying any equipment for, or training our crew for first-encounters and apparently the Kondar had not had any first contacts of their own in hundreds of years if at all. It didn't help that our subspace communications were just advanced enough that the garbled words the poor Kondar picked up on their outdated systems sounded horribly distorted and alien even by the wide standards of the galaxy as it now is.
Then, upon hearing our distorted and frightening transmissions, a Kondar gunman lost her composure. She fired upon the Supremacy, which in a placating gesture had lowered its shields. The shot was able to breach the hull at a single point, and cost the lives of thirty four sailors. The captain of The Supremacy ordered shields raised and a warning shot fired. Unfortunately for the Kondar, the concept of warning shots was foreign to them, and they did not stop to ask why the single shot had missed.
It was a short fight. The Supremacy blew away a single craft to secure its escape vector. A tragic but at the time necessary act. This only hurt our reputation further.
As we soon discovered, nearly 3% of the galaxy was filled with what came to be called the "Veil of Madness." Any species within this sector of space would slowly lose their sanity. Short jaunts would be safe enough, but more than that and permanent damage to the mind would result. We had been sitting in the galactic equivalent of the Bermuda Triangle, and had finally breached its edge. When the Kondar realized that both our entrance and escape vectors lead directly into the veil, a legend was born. At a surprising rate, news spread among their people, and among others, of their encounter with the mysterious Veildwellers.
The story grew worse with each retelling, especially once it left official military reports. Tales of the immensely large, titanium-black ship emerging from beyond the veil, transmitting signals in a horrid dark language, obliterating dozens of the Kondars finest warships in seconds for no reason and then vanishing like a ghost soon spread everywhere. Humanity had become the terror of the galaxy.”
-End log.-
-Courtesy of an anonymous 4chan writer, edited by yours truly.
The Veil Pt. 2
-Record Log, Col. Richards Lindowel- We considered making contact, but in the end decided against it. They were a very violent species, and many would kill one another for the smallest detail. Suicide also seemed to be something they would resort to with little or no good reason. All in all the entire species seemed insane. Long-term observation revealed that upon hatching an individual would slowly but steadily lose its sanity, to the point where not a single one reached old age based on their biological possibilities. In fact the only reason this species had not yet gone extinct was a combination of high birth rates, short life span and a child being able to defend itself mere hours after birth. In any other species this bizarre affliction was apparent in, it drove them to extinction.
For nearly seven hundred centuries, mankind grew and expanded. We did not find another living species during that time, find out how we were immune or even find out how the affliction worked and spread. Many came with theories, but none made more sense than another. Ethnic, religious, and cultural differences became less important when you were away from Earth, and in the end those who could not agree simply lived on different worlds. The UTA, United Terran Alliance, controlled over 87% of mankind's colonies from its seat of power on our home world. A few rogue factions popped up as piracy and smuggling saw a rebirth in this new golden space age. Mankind went on as it always had.
Then a moment that would change our history came. The UTA Dreadnaught "Supremacy" was in essence a city in space. Constructed with our most advanced technology to the point where systems were updated during construction, and having a length of nearly seven miles, it was the mightiest vessel we had ever constructed – a marvel of human engineering with a few hints of foreign, “alien” technology. The Supremacy was sent to investigate a new world our long-range sensors suggested had clear space-age technology upon it. It was farther out than we had ever travelled before, but not by much. It was assumed that this would be just another dead world, than we might find some usable raw materials pre-harvested in the form of abandoned constructions in orbit, but not much more.
What we found was an outpost of a space-faring species, its people still alive and well. Dozens of ships were in orbit around a rocky empty world, along with a space dock to repair and refuel them. They were remarkably primitive compared to our own, and much smaller. The largest was perhaps the length of a small personal brig, if that. From the scarring and damage, along with the derelict ship floating nearby of a different make, they had been fighting amongst themselves or against others recently. -End Log- -Courtesy of an anonymous 4chan writer, edited by yours truly.
The Veil Pt. 1
-Record log, Col. Richards Lindowel- “When mankind ventured out into space, we never suspected what was to come. The first populated planet we found was less than thirty light-years away, far closer than we would have anticipated. The catch?
Everyone was dead.
The entire planet was barren of life, a perfectly stable world with no clear problem that we could determine. And yet, it seemed the population were subject to mass suicide. We don't know why, but it seemed this had been going on for generations. Years of study later showed that the reptilian species had taken nearly ten times as long as us humans to reach the equivalent of our industrial age, and practically stagnated there.
As time passed and our explorations expanded, we discovered that this was not an isolated occurrence. Species after species had killed each other and themselves off for one reason or another. Some had vanished so early in their development; only a few stone monuments marked their existence while others had built astonishing empires seemingly reaching several dozen systems. However, we found not a single intelligent being still alive.
And so we travelled the stars, colonizing the dead planets we found along with others able to sustain human life. We studied the creatures of these worlds, although we still could not find intelligent life. In time we studied the technology of the more advanced extinct speciess, discovering a scientific secret or two we had missed. It was rather amusing to see the scientific community collectively slap their heads when they saw how simple ideas and concepts they had missed really were.
In one instance, and only one, we found a sentient species still alive. On a planet with three thirds the gravity of earth and primarily dominated by jungles we discovered a species of insectoid scavengers. They were barely beyond their Stone Age, farming and agriculture still in its early days. -End Log- -Courtesy of an anonymous 4chan writer, edited by yours truly.
Children of Humanity Pt. 2
In the span of three days, they came. The heavens tore apart for them, great crafts with wings blocking out the sun. Their vessels were shining hot white from the drop into the atmosphere. Our Gods had been angered by the blasphemers, and they fought the Demons tooth and claw while we cowered in our churches, praying for salvation, repenting our sins. I was brave--or foolish--and watched them as closely as I could from hiding. But the Demons saw me. One of them approached, ripping me out of my hole. His hands were like a vice on my arm, and I felt my wrist break.
He jerked me about like a ragdoll, and held me in front of him, daring the only angel nearby to fire in his harsh language. I could tell from the chevrons on the Angels shoulders that she was an Arch-Angel, the mightiest of their warriors. The Demons called the her weak, a coward hiding behind the security of her arms. But the Demon was wrong. My Arch-Angel dropped her weapons, and I thought all was lost. The Demon threw me aside and the Angel told me to run, run and never look back. I scrambled to my feet, clutching my arm and crying as I fled before recapture. I hid, but I didn't look away, how could I? I watched as a single Angel fought them, her weapons still on the ground. Even without offensive means beside her own body and armor, she fought on as they swarmed her.
That was when I saw the Angels’ wrath, the raw power of their judgment. There, in an already ruined city. Her armor grew bright, wreathed in golden illumination. Light then exploded from her body. For moments I saw it radiate like a magic I had never seen before, burning the demons as it touched them and turning them to shadows on the wall. It was an image that will stay with me until I die. The last one I ever saw.
I later learned that the Demons were gone. The Angels had won, banishing them from our world forever. It all happened within a single day. The War of Angels and Demons lasted for a mere total of six hours.
But the galaxy will know that we are the children of Humanity. Our fathers and mothers watch over us. And Heaven help any who incurs their wrath.” -Courtesy of anonymous writer on 4chan, edited by yours truly.
Children of Humanity PT. 1
“We are the children of Humanity, little ones, and they have looked after us since we were naught but babes, a species crawling in the mud, wracked with disease and famine. Our ancestors looked up and saw them arrive from the skies in their mighty ships, the stars descending to answer prayers we were too stupid and primitive to even ask. They brought with them magic, wonders greater than any we had known. The plague that nearly killed us was wiped out. We were taught how to sustain ourselves, learning things we had long forgotten. They were great and magnificent, and our young ones played between their legs. The children sat in their laps as they told us tales of the stars, sparking our creativity, filling our imaginations with the vast wonders of the cosmos. Under their tutelage, we built great cities. We began to learn on our own, finding knowledge and impressing them with what we could accomplish. But our Gods could not stay forever.
- The angels are long gone, save for their temples and monuments. But they watch over us, and Heaven help any who incurs their wrath. I know they watch over us, because it was the last thing that I saw. When I was no older than you, thirty nine cycles ago, I was studying at one of the temples. I was fascinated by the angels and their miracles. We had all lived peacefully and prospered since the departure of our saviors. But then They carne. At first we thought they were the Angels. Tall, beautiful and clad in armor seemingly hammered out of the night sky. But they were anything but our Angels. Their ships cracked the earth beneath our cities with no regard for life. They demanded tribute and declared the planet their own. The elders gave in, placating these dark angels. They thought our fathers and mothers had returned and that we had disappointed them. There were those who claimed we deserved the punishment.
But there were others who knew these false angels for what they were. They locked themselves in the temples and sent their prayers. Their message was carried off into the stars, transmitted for the true angels to hear. And hear they did. - Courtesy of anonymous writer on 4Chan, edited by yours truly.
Going from Dark Souls II to playing FFXIV like…
OH GOD WHAT IS THAT SOUND, oh no that was a random person doing shit, I’m ok.
OH GOD THAT’S A CLIFF! Oh no wait you don’t die when falling off cliffs (unless you have aggro)nor can you fall off EVERY cliff…
OH GOD DODGE EVERYTHING ROLL WHY CAN’T I ROLL- oh wrong game DAMNIT
So our exam subjects were published today
AND THANK GOD MY SUBJECT IS INTERNATIONAL ENGLISH I WILL LIVE ANOTHER YEAR
Alze'Ahar lore Pt 5. ~ Humans Pt 4.
"The Vikingr are a race of brutes. I know not where they came from, but I may tell all who read these words this; They are merciless plunderers and takers of life, thieves of wealth and worshipers of greed and war! I beg of all who are sensible to stay away from them- I nearly lost my bottom half while trying to observe them." - From "A New Threat" by Josie Fjordnir "The Vikingr are a very hearty and physically strong people. Their males are stronger than Serefian males, which already says a lot for their physical strength. They are, on average, very muscular and overall large. The males stand anywhere from six to seven feet in height, females from five to seven. The males tend to have much brighter hair colors than the females, and more flushed skin. The females have darker hair colors, the norm being brown or black. Their skin is typically pale. The Vikingr people tend to build their homes simplistically. They make their homes out of stone and in rare cases clay. The stone insulates heat in the winter, and keeps heat out in the summer, even though they are in the snowy mountains of Nordir. Their people are quite used to the cold, thereby they don't tolerate heat all that well. I once saw a Vikingr father fighting his son. Just before I was about to intervene, I saw that they were not fighting out of hate, but they were training. Later on, I found out that the Vikingr elders train their children to be fearless, so that they would be victorious in all situations... Especially war and combat. A prime example of this is when I saw a child of the Vikingr walk up to a fully-grown bear, and kill it without hesitation. There was no fear in his eyes... that was the terrifying part. The Vikingr appear to worship the deity of strength, <name>, the deity of wisdom, <name> and the deity of fertility, <name>. Due to this, family is very important to the Vikingr. If one were to take away a Vikingr's family, he/she would have nothing left to live for- because defending your family's honor and lives is the major goal of the Vikingr." - From "A New Threat" by Jose Fjordnir
Alze'Ahar lore Pt 4. ~ Humans Pt 3.
I, <Unintelligible name>, who studied the Shui-Rens, say this in referral to the Shui-Ren when conversing with the Master of School's in the Aurian capital of Alexandria after my prolonged study in Shui-Ren territories: "The third and final human race are the Shui-Rens, who have been in the far eastern section of the continent ever since society came into play. Though they have the oldest functioning order, their culture ceased progressing centuries ago, making their society highly traditional and xenophobic." I went on to explain the Shui-Ren society. But beforehand, I detailed their appearance by average: "They are better intellectuals than warriors, but are still capable of both magic and raw combat, as they're highly dexterous. Males can range anywhere from four and a half to six feet in height, while a female can be between four and five feet in height. Both genders typically have an athletic, agile build, which is very much universal when it comes to combat orientation. The Shui-Ren society is largely composed of anti-foreigners. They do not coexist, and are extremely racist. Originally, their magic was less than that of the Shui-Ren, and their society was highly religious. Every now and then, a member of their clergy would be appointed to a role known as "The white One". The White One didn't have to be a priest. They were simply the strongest human the kingdom (before it became an empire) could find. It was largely a cosmetic title with little official power, as they simply went about doing good and performing miracles. But as it turned out, every White One was of a particular bloodline - the ugly truth of their religion is that it was based off pagan and demonic traditions, and the power some Aurians had at the time was gained from covenants with beings these old religions worshiped. Namely, interbreeding with such beings in unnatural union. The more negative the entity pacts were formed with, the stronger the bloodline, but the more unstable it became too. Eventually the ancient equivalent of a Psychotic Aurian appeared as the White One, who later inhaled a mass of dark spirits in a suicidal fit, becoming a morbid but still humanoid being that was a fusion of many entities - known as King Alexander, later to be Emperor Alexander, and finally Empress Alexandria after a gender change. Their religion changed in a decade, their culture shifted from morality to carnal wants and decadence, and hedonism became common. After Alexandria perished with no heirs, the process for choosing a new dictator was simple, though a senate existed for when the throne was empty. Any White One who chose to stain themselves with darkness, which would give them power at the cost of possession and rapid self-decay, would then become a Dark Lord much like Alexandria and continue "her" pact. Their life span was shortened, but they commanded enough power as to be impervious to assassination. Their souls however were consumed by the poisonous essence within them within a mere five years, the equivalent of an elected leader's term in their society. Sacrifice of life became the road to political power, and that was to be the specific the sacrifice of one's own life. Unfortunately, Psychotic Aurians sometimes took the throne, and caused much strife in their own nation or sometimes unexpected prosperity. It eventually broke the empire, forcing them to lose much territory - they are much smaller in comparison to the other human country. Currently, Alexandria isn't an empire. But instead, it is a struggling republic trying to find a new Dark Lord. White Ones are killed on refusing to inherit the pact. Unfortunately, nearly a dozen White Ones have refused, and some have escaped persecution which delays the time in which a new one can be forced into existence."