Post by Kwan on Jan 17, 2012 0:39:04 GMT -5
Lovecraft Conference Starter
Chip Mannington held Princess Arkaya close with one hand, and gripped his neutron saber tightly in the other. Beneath his feet, the vitreous floor of the Fluted Palace bucked and trembled under the continued violence of the Bonemonger assault. A crystal spire, blown free by the impact of a fission charge high above, came through the throne room's ceiling like a mighty spear, and the Princess swooned against Chip's side. The sudden wailing of a battle horn announced the arrival of a Bonemonger cavalry brigade, wielding obsidian halberds from the backs of their Terror Lizards. Chip tossed the princess to one side and drew his second blade, then leapt into the saddle of his own snarling mount. With a roar and a throaty huzzah he urged it forward straight into the mass of undead soldiers, laying into them with reckless abandon.
Heinlein Conference Starter
They called it the Death Star.
Although it was officially named the Desertron, it was an atom smasher 87 kilometers in circumference, designed to accelerate particles to 20 TeV and collide them at 40. The sheer size and power of the thing dwarfed every other structure in the world, not to mention its cost. Despite being built to help uncover some of the deepest mysteries of the universe and its ways, it was perhaps inevitable the media and the public at large would indulge in a bit science fiction given it it's popular appellation, and certainly of no great surprise.
So, it was also of no great surprise to some when a large chunk of land in central Texas, encircling sleepy Waco, disappeared for seemingly no reason at all.
Tolkien Conference Starter
The show would be five minutes late, the announcer promised. Fair enough. Karl could use five more minutes to prepare himself.
The spectators were all in their seats, save a few couples trickling in, their cheeks red from cold. Karl himself hadn't taken his coat off as yet. It had been the coldest winter he could remember, deathly so. Karl imagined there would be at least another month of this unnatural chill before the first glimpses of spring could be seen.
If I live 'till spring, he thought as he glanced discreetly at the shrouded catwalks above. He didn't like it, not knowing what was going on up there. Neither did Ren, sitting a few rows in front, completely stiff. He's not so discreet, Karl noticed disapprovingly. Hope the lad doesn't bring down this entire operation on our heads.
Suddenly, the lights were dimming, the announcer was speaking, and the curtains began to rise. Karl shifted in his seat.
Showtime.
Chip Mannington held Princess Arkaya close with one hand, and gripped his neutron saber tightly in the other. Beneath his feet, the vitreous floor of the Fluted Palace bucked and trembled under the continued violence of the Bonemonger assault. A crystal spire, blown free by the impact of a fission charge high above, came through the throne room's ceiling like a mighty spear, and the Princess swooned against Chip's side. The sudden wailing of a battle horn announced the arrival of a Bonemonger cavalry brigade, wielding obsidian halberds from the backs of their Terror Lizards. Chip tossed the princess to one side and drew his second blade, then leapt into the saddle of his own snarling mount. With a roar and a throaty huzzah he urged it forward straight into the mass of undead soldiers, laying into them with reckless abandon.
Heinlein Conference Starter
They called it the Death Star.
Although it was officially named the Desertron, it was an atom smasher 87 kilometers in circumference, designed to accelerate particles to 20 TeV and collide them at 40. The sheer size and power of the thing dwarfed every other structure in the world, not to mention its cost. Despite being built to help uncover some of the deepest mysteries of the universe and its ways, it was perhaps inevitable the media and the public at large would indulge in a bit science fiction given it it's popular appellation, and certainly of no great surprise.
So, it was also of no great surprise to some when a large chunk of land in central Texas, encircling sleepy Waco, disappeared for seemingly no reason at all.
Tolkien Conference Starter
The show would be five minutes late, the announcer promised. Fair enough. Karl could use five more minutes to prepare himself.
The spectators were all in their seats, save a few couples trickling in, their cheeks red from cold. Karl himself hadn't taken his coat off as yet. It had been the coldest winter he could remember, deathly so. Karl imagined there would be at least another month of this unnatural chill before the first glimpses of spring could be seen.
If I live 'till spring, he thought as he glanced discreetly at the shrouded catwalks above. He didn't like it, not knowing what was going on up there. Neither did Ren, sitting a few rows in front, completely stiff. He's not so discreet, Karl noticed disapprovingly. Hope the lad doesn't bring down this entire operation on our heads.
Suddenly, the lights were dimming, the announcer was speaking, and the curtains began to rise. Karl shifted in his seat.
Showtime.
