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    391 KB Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)02:14 No.5057294  
    OK lets play a game.

    First I post a random image from a random file. The person posting after me has to come up with a PC concept or an NPC concept that's based around the pic in question. When he's done he must pick a random pic from his files and post it himself. Thus the poster after him must do the same.

    I'll start.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)02:25 No.5057389
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    Sure, I'll bite.

    (You just had to get the weeaboo, didn't you?)

    Okay, 3 gishes specializing in different magic and fighting styles face off against an evil necromancer who is trying to live forever by siphoning life from the world.

    Also, the society is primarily matriarchal since sexual dimorphism of humanity went a different way in this world. Or maybe only women can wield magic.

    I'll do the next person a favor by posting from my "epic art" folder. Then again, I haven't cleaned it in a while...
    >> Muon 07/01/09(Wed)02:30 No.5057432
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    The forces of darkness are close to completing the ritual in their damned tower to resurrect the dead god of death. Rumor has it he killed himself after killing every living thing on the planet. To prevent this the forces of light are launching a massive raid on the backs of white eagles.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)02:36 No.5057492
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    (Man, this sucks...)

    Magic...er, aliens, er...

    An unaging warrior search for an honorable death on the battlefield. It has been many centuries, but he has yet to find that opponent.

    And now the magic which grant him unending youth is starting to fail and he is starting to age. He fears that he will die of the rapid onset of old age, dying ingloriously by wasting away instead of having one last worthy battle.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)02:37 No.5057497
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    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)02:40 No.5057522
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    In the Wastes, to the west of "civilized lands", a single man has raised to power among the tribes, uniting them under his banner. This powerful Warlord now prepares to strike, to reclaim the land that by the legends of his people should belong to them and wage a war the likes of which the world has never seen to date.

    Taking random pic from /v/idya folder for the next one. I hope it's not too bad...
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)02:40 No.5057534
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    It is said that if one travels to the Yrathiel Highlands in search of the Crown of Mountains that they will encounter a lone barbarian. As they approach, he will ask them, "State thy claim to the power yonder."

    If the person's intentions are for good, the barbarian attacks and will fight until defeated or victorious.

    If the person's intentions are for conquest, he will smile and nod. "Then take your rightful place as tyrant, if thou is worthy." he will say, before disappearing in a cloud of smoke, leaving only a rusted sword and skull.
    >> /tg/'s token lesbian 07/01/09(Wed)02:45 No.5057588
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    A lowly Cleric of an oft forgotten religious empire was captured by the many enemies of the land.

    Stripped of his dignity and placed before a jury for crime uncommited he was exiled into the wastelands to feed the carrion.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)02:46 No.5057604
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    Inside a walled castle the nobles hold a being who is said to be the incarnation of a god.

    Once every day the being show's himself to help quel the tides of people seeking to simply gaze upon him.

    However everytime the being does this he questions why it has to be him.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)02:47 No.5057610
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    WEEABOO! Taje yiyr Doukutsu Monogatari somewhere else!

    In ancient forests, untouched by the hands of man and industrialization, the spirit of the land is positively awake. Prominent amongst them are a simple race of creatures. Born from mushrooms grown on the most ancient of trees, these creatures comb the forest, always looking for something.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)02:50 No.5057643
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    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)02:50 No.5057644
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    Intelligent flying reptiles. "Dragons". In truth, genetically modified by a long-dead race, incorporating the best of technology and magic in one exquisite specimen, but it was not until relatively recently that they developed advanced sentience.

    They view themselves as gods over the lesser creatures and they engage in titanic battles for supremacy.

    And all the time, long-dead machines are starting to reactivate.
    >> /tg/'s token lesbian 07/01/09(Wed)02:52 No.5057660
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    Time immemorial it has walked, lost amongst the trees of the forest, never once seeing a single other creature of intelligent thought and only the trees to talk to.

    But now the words are sad as they sing of their far-off brethren are the very edges of the world are being torn down by creatures like it.

    Now it sets off towards the edge of the world to confront the unknown with only the trees songs to guide it.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)02:52 No.5057670
    >>Taje yiyr
    Holy crap, how did I transpose that without noticing?
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)02:54 No.5057679
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    The vampire daughter of Batman.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)02:54 No.5057680
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    The lone paladin wanders the wastes stumbles upon the grave of one who has fallen in battle. He pauses for a moment knowing one day he maybe in that place. However he moves on with a sense of his own mortality.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)02:54 No.5057681

    Born of a stormcloud and a volcano elemental, she is a being of impulse and anger. She wanders through people's dreams, looking for something she can hold onto, but is met with fear and rejection.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)02:57 No.5057708
    Looks cool though. 'Taje Yiyr'.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)02:57 No.5057709
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    In Eberron. Two dragons are drawing a conclusion from a piece of the Prophecy. One says the Sparrow shall become a tyrant king unto his angelic force. While another says he shall ride the heavens, free as his own man. Hoping to gain status in the Watchers. The two attempt to manipulate the man in question so that he will follow their specific path.

    Ultimately both dragons are simply in it for themselves and despise all who get in their way.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)02:59 No.5057722
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    The forests of the world envy this place. They are reduced to ash and wasteland day after day in these times of warfare and petty squabbling between noble armies, but here it is said that the forest has a guardian. Rumors, of course, but none can deny that the trees themselves refuse to burn, and the land here turns away all intruders who seek to bring harm to the woods.
    Some say that the woods here have found a guardian, an elf that somehow slipped away. Wiser men suggest that the elves must somehow have bound their spirits to this place before they fell screaming. No one can be sure, despite rumors of creatures roaming the mist shrouded creeks that can now only be viewed safely at a half-day's distance. Those who live nearby remain convinced that somehow, the woods here have found a guardian; In truth, however, the woods here are his guardian.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:01 No.5057741
    I know, right? It looks like some exotic, semi-Eastern European name, maybe for a place, maybe a person.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:01 No.5057743
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    In her tower of gray, the Night Mistress awaits the touch of a warm body. Her will is law for men and women, their flesh and their sould hers for playthings and just as soon discarded.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:02 No.5057755
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    It is found out that, regardless of universe or dimension, every single soul that is valiant and heroic is taken to the Norse Valhalla. One group is doing particularly well, and very rarely falls in battle.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:03 No.5057756
    >> /tg/'s token lesbian 07/01/09(Wed)03:03 No.5057761
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    ITT: Post in any random order.


    Battlemage, last of...

    Damn it, why now? Why did the attack have to come now?
    She sighed as she took flight towards the incoming bombers and far away from her beloved, now sitting alone at the resturant.

    Why was she still alive? Why did all the others die whilst she alone survived every encounter. Why did she ever even have to discover him? Her love would become a widow, he alone would proably be the only one to weep her passing but even now that would be one to many.

    Her hands started to glow from the energies she wielded with ease.

    Now she had no choice but to survive.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:05 No.5057780
    Nitpicking, but the male term is widower.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:08 No.5057802
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    The ancient god of yore. Quadrophose is a 4 faced deity with 4 masks levitating above his multi-armed body. He is a deity of secrets, a deity of darkness. But once more he is a deity of dance, theater and comedy. Every year his clerics and worshipers gather to enact a great celebration in which they reenact the longest play ever recorded. A play so long that it actually has over 50 alternating roles so as actors can sleep between acts.

    Every year an avatar of the deity comes down and selects a random individual to play Marquestique, the tragic hero and Gisbelliy, his doomed lover. Many people fear they will be chosen as those who are picked often not only have their own loved ones chosen as their counterparts. But also real tragedy soon follows.
    >> /tg/'s token lesbian 07/01/09(Wed)03:09 No.5057806
    Thanks, just yet another gender reliant word I never even knew about.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:10 No.5057810

    In the Palace of the Unfleshed, Xipe Totec carries the puzzlebox. Made out of the boiled flesh of 777 men and women who lead others to death through deception and bound together by the soul of a vile archmage who tried to pierce a hole to places long left sealed.

    Xipe Totec is the Scourge of God, the protean form who deals unspeakable torments on those whose souls are found to be wanting by the Outer Church. It is said that his touch is death and his madness.

    Whoever wishes to go to the Palace of the Unfleshed must first find his way there, but it is said that no such path still exists in mortal minds. Said to be inhospitable to anything whose form is not of fluid muscle and flesh, time passes more at the whim of the dread Lord of that place then in any rational fashion. Also, you have to watch out for Arwings.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:11 No.5057814
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    Forgot me pic.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:13 No.5057832
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    They called him the corpse king he was never alive and has never died.

    His body is composed of the flesh of his fallen enemies. He stores his sould in a box he keeps on his person at all times.

    He neither desires power nor seeks vengence he simply is and those who challenge his excestence will soon be added to his flesh.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:16 No.5057850
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    Ever 10,000 years. The planes all come together and host an interplanar rock concert.

    The winner gets to set up shop for the next 10,000 years.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:16 No.5057855
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    The Death Eaters are a race of monsters. Born from demonic magic, they appear in the homes of the world weary and envelop their bodies in a fine mist. The paralysing breath stops the target, where they are secured before the Death Eater takes a mas off and places it on the face of their victim. Within hours, the victim will look like it's sire, albeit with only one mask.

    As time goes on, Death Eaters can have many masks, although the confirmed most any living person has seen is eight.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:18 No.5057869

    unknown to most scholars of the underdark, there is a clan of illithids that have a markedly more, well, musical outlook on life. They are excellent bards, and make the most wondrous of music. Since their own voice is dissonant and displeasing, they often use their captive thralls to do the singing. Because of the dexterity of the tentacles on their head, it is more than possible for an illithid to play several instruments simultaneously.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:20 No.5057882
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    oops i forgot my pic.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:20 No.5057883
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    He is the Melter of Minds.

    An epic Illithid bard using the power of metal to melt the minds of his enemies allowing them to be easily consumed and those who resist he uses his explosive "stairway to heaven" technique to crush every bone in there body.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:22 No.5057892
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    a typical exalted campaign.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:22 No.5057895
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    It is said that there is a place with youthful exuberance and optimism never die out. Found only in one's dreams, the places which open up are otherworldly. Magic is real, for those who believe and anything can happen.

    The greatest is the City of Cerulean Twilight, formed from the collective imagination of everyone who ever finds themselves in this place.

    Not many people believe in such a place, but then again - anybody who doesn't believe in such a place, could never find it.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:24 No.5057905
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    a typical exalted campaign.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:24 No.5057906
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    Child with innate spirit manifestation powers. After her village is burned to the ground she starts to gather the souls of the fallen villagers and start to forge a glorious new home for herself.

    except she doesn't have enough souls.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:24 No.5057910
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    All young children like to play and make up fantastical settings that they wished they lived in. In most cases this is just a creative imagination, but in some cases, they child has been imbued with the knowledge of a lost race and is able to call upon the powers of that race to assist them in times of need. This young girl can be seen raising an image of a city gate with a large clock face, implying that this civilization put a large emphasis on astrology and the currents of time.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:24 No.5057913
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    He always liked the finer things in life. So much so that everyone started to shun him. The rank odour, the gigantic stomach, the wobbling thighs. So he made his own friends. Sure, they don't talk very much, but they don't care about how he looks.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:25 No.5057914
    Do you know how He attempted to destroy them all so many years ago, and sealed His fate? A perversion of the ritual they held so dear. He burned himself into the world itself from this tower, straight down into the stone and fire, spreading and killing as He had done throughout His life. It seems that His spite truly knew no bounds, for He full well knew that He would live untold ages in this way, a nearly dead and barren thing, but He did so rejoicing, knowing that all who sought His death would be denied. He revels still, gloating from there, unable to see the cities they built in the skies, unable to feel even now the life that was not scoured claiming Him, twisting Him, just like the ones before.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:27 No.5057929
    ah Chaptor fighting Jetpack Viking. It has been too long.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:31 No.5057952
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    His name was Mr. Sniffles and one day he would rule the world

    However all evil villans must start somewhere so he waited at the pet store until he was purchased by a wealthy family. All the while he played with his ball. Thinking of "fuck you" and eventualy he did...he most certainly did.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:32 No.5057964
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    Ferret always loved to play with his toys, and his human, but then his human got a dog... Fuck you human
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:35 No.5057980
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    part of the test pilots chosen for the testing of AARDV a nameless colonel piloted his mech. Unknown to him, while testing the facility and the imidiate jungle area came under attack. While underestimating it as part of the test the colonel's mech is damaged, and through the neural interface so is his arm. Still in the oblivious notion of sabotage he takes his lunch, unaware of the dangers that looms overhead.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:38 No.5058005
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    How long had it been? It seemed like forever, but it couldn't have been more than a month at most.

    They came screaming out of the forest like banshees, using primitive RPGs and handheld grenades. The mechs were the best in the fleet and the soldiers fought bravely, but there was just too many of them.

    This was their land, they knew the way around. After the initial rush, they had sent us all scattered in separate directions. I met up Mike and Ben. Ben was killed on the first night. We woke up to find his corpse strung up a scant 10 meters from our camp. Looks like they got him when he was taking a piss.

    Mike was killed by a trap they had set up. Such a simple thing, really. A simple length of razor-wire just above foot-height. It cut right through Mike's boots and he tripped into the muck. Would have been more of an annoyance then anything else, but the bastards had poisoned the wire. A slow one, too. Mike died screaming, begging me to give him mercy. So I did.

    And here I am. I've survived far longer than they did. Maybe even longer than anybody else, because I still can't contact any of my fellow soldiers or fleet on my communication rig.

    I'm starting to see things, shadows in the corner of my eye. I don't know whether it's hallucinations or that they're toying with me.

    I don't know how much longer I can survive this.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:39 No.5058013
    Tom Featherhat would forever rue the day he flushed the strange creature had brought home down the toilet.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:42 No.5058035
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    In the grim darkness of the future, mankind's lungs will not be anymore resistant to chemicals then they are today, but his skin will be another matter entirely. Throwing off primitive notions of modesty, the hip modern man and woman sport very little clothing but with maximum impact.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:42 No.5058039
    I lol'd
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:46 No.5058070
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    This is Joe, a character in a campaign for Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, part 9. His stand is called Fade to Black, and its got an A in strength.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:49 No.5058088
    Mand's darkest secrets are no longer secrets. 3 year ago a phenomenon occured where a shadowy persona of people were shown following their respective person.

    when the shadow grew strong enough to manifest physical presence it began to feedback into the person's mind. every dark impulse, violence especially has had significant increase in frequency and damage as these shadowmen assist the morally confused citizens of the world unleash their frustrations. It is matter of time before the shadow engulf us all and create a world wide hedonistic anarchy.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:55 No.5058133
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    It started slowly. Barely noticeable at first, really. I mean, we had all that electricity, all those city lights and neon signs. But it's not like we could illuminate the whole world.

    Everything which didn't have light on it was slowly disappearing.

    Scientists across the world were at a loss for an exploration, religion offered no spiritual solace, and world governments were soon unable to keep the order.

    Soon, conclaves broke out. They started to hoard things. Fuel, food, stuff like that. But it was a delaying action. Every day, reality was coming a bit undone.

    It was when things started to seem their worst, that it reached a new level.

    Every single living thing on the planet was slowly dying from the inside out. It had been a lot slower then everything else, but it was happening nonetheless.

    Now all that's left is a few fires. We keep the fires burning with the corpses of the dead, the only fuel we have left.

    We can't stop the darkness.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:55 No.5058136
    >First I post a random image from a random file. The person posting after me has to come up with a PC concept or an NPC concept that's based around the pic in question. When he's done he must pick a random pic from his files and post it himself. Thus the poster after him must do the same.

    ITT: We can't fucking read so we just pick any random order we feel like.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:56 No.5058146
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    The Ever-Burning Fires of Limont are a source of life for the native people of the region--known only as Those Who Watch--who have neglected to maintain their own civilization after millenia trapped in the warmth of the Fires.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:57 No.5058154

    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:58 No.5058165
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    Jean-Luc was always a dreamer. Every night he would go out in the streets and not come back until he found something that 'added to the number'. Sacks of marbles, a tin can, a broken pocketwatch, lanterns, and books. Books of all shapes and sizes.

    Everyone discounted him as a fool, someone touched in the head. Right up until the night that he opened the first portal.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)03:59 No.5058168
    Jason X comic book, I believe.


    More like, we make the idea better by only writing in response to stuff that inspires us.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:00 No.5058181
    Thats not the point of the game at all.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:00 No.5058182
    Here we go.

    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:01 No.5058189
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    Sex and guns. They're like magic words to the people in Marketing, and to her, well, they ARE magic. I don't know how she does it; there's something about her - that vulnerable quality that makes you want to protect her. I still don't know where she keeps that gun, though, and, come to think of it, I've never seen her use it. Not once. Not even when those punks went and ... but then again it never came to that, either, they just seemed to relax all of a sudden. Weird.

    And I AM a marketing executive.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:02 No.5058200
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    My wife died thirteen years ago, but--in honesty--both of us knew that death wouldn't be much of a hindrance to her. She appears at her own whim, often to offer me advice on the task at hand, or to cuddle close when I miss her most. Its those times--the times when I truly need her--that I wish her second life gave her a physical form.

    How I miss her touch.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:03 No.5058205
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    Pulp Fiction meets HK action movie: Tibetan monks and Russian Mafiosi vs. Chinese cops. BBEG is a too-British-for-his-own-good Hong Kong detecive who hates Lhasa and wishes he'd emigrated to London when he had the chance 20 years ago.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:03 No.5058206
    Yeah, well, I'm not programmed to steal purses. That doesn't mean that I don't.[/Bender]
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:06 No.5058229

    The funny thing is, that picture's about the French gents who liked to drink absinthe and ruminate on it all. The nickname of absinthe was "the green fairy".
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:07 No.5058238

    > French

    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:09 No.5058264

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    It comes and it goes.

    Every since that night, he sees her. The drink helps, a bit, makes him black out, not see anything.

    He lost his job, his wife left him. She took the kids. Took most of his property as well. It didn't matter. It's not like they could have helped him.


    Maybe he deserved this.

    He kicked back another drink.


    Groggily, he turned behind him, telling his brain to ignore ... the thing ... sitting there.

    "Monsieur, Mr. Elliot will see you know. He's very interested in your case. And of offering you a job."

    He took stock of himself and pushed out of the chair, wincing a bit as he did so.

    He had touched her dead arm, kissed her powdered lips, and loved a dead woman.

    Seems she loved him back.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:12 No.5058289
    >Ninja Dinosaur Hunters
    This picture requires zero elaboration.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:12 No.5058297
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    A bounty hunter named Samus Aran goes to planet Zebes to fight space pirates and BLOWS IT THE FUCK UP.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:15 No.5058323

    The Mistress is obsessed with sensation. Every touch sends a shiver down her spine, every emotion is an explosion of feeling... she has drank deeply of the nectar of sensation, and has plumbed its depth for anything that might pique her interest. Now she thinks only of oblivion - having indulged her love life, her thoughts turn to the black mystery of the beyond. She will not turn her cruel knife upon herself yet, but she has forced her dark experimentation upon her servants before, and has vicariously fallen into oblivion many times before. I fear she will call for me tonight.

    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:17 No.5058336
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    Oh. That's nice. Not the usual acid rain I get on this sort of planet, but actual water. Fancy that. I think I'll ... have a rest. It's been a while. The view's not much, not if I look down - just ash and molten rock and those little scurrying things, the HUD has a name for them, something that's longer than the display has space for, but they're just bugs.

    But looking up ? Looking up is beautiful. It must've been ages since I've looked up into a sky that's raining water, and without my helmet to boot. There's something in the upper atmosphere, I got the word for it in the back of my head and I know the visor's got a long-winded explanation for it, but it's something to do with the two suns this place's got and the rain and it's just breathtaking.

    I don't remember the last time I had a break. Not like this. I think I'll ... sit here. For a while.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:18 No.5058340
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    Forgot mah pic
    >> Torgon 07/01/09(Wed)04:19 No.5058351
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    A guardian construct built by a once powerful and highly advanced technological race. All that remains is that construct, controlling nanites that infuse the very air the people below breathe. Allowing them long life, health, and fast healing. However, they are unable to have children.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:21 No.5058373
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    "This is Armageddon, Ghostface. Just not *your* Armageddon."

    "What do I do?"

    "You run. You run very fast, and very far away. And if you're lucky, Mother Kali does not see you, or decides you're not worth her trouble. You die last.
    "Be very lucky, Ghostface."
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:22 No.5058385
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    If you must get to Niradan--if you MUST--don't take the Screaming Pass. The Ice Elves there are not particularly fond of southlanders. And they don't ask questions.

    And they don't take prisoners.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:23 No.5058393

    "Oh hey what are you guys doing ? Can I come ?"

    Nobody ever invited Flaming Eye anymore.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:23 No.5058395
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    One of these days, he knew it would get him killed. But Larry just kept going at it. It's not his fault that nobody else sees the brilliance of LARPing a post-apocalyptic game in Chernobyl.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:24 No.5058409
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    "All clear on this front, mate. Haven't heard a peep since the last few n-bombs went down, so it's just a matter of suiting up and cleaning up. Heard this used to be an airbase, hope there's a Hind or two. Cheeky bastards took down one of ours the other day, RPG through the rotor assembly.

    God, I love the n-bomb. We kill them, we steal their shit, we use their shit to kill more of them.

    Beautiful day."

    (and here is a picture for someone else)
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:26 No.5058421
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    The Machine God rests in silence upon his throne. His voice whispers across the galaxy, calling forth those worthy of his New World Order. Tomorrow, we move to topple the Khanate. But today... Today, he calls your name.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:26 No.5058428
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    "Oh yeah ? FUCK YOUR PLAN."
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:27 No.5058434
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    As William watched the buildings below grow steadily larger, he reflected on the wisdom of trusting space dwarves who claimed to have personal anti-gravity devices. His dad had always called him a gullible dumbass...
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:28 No.5058440
    I'll never forget what Depree said to me on my first day as a runner.

    "Don't think about it. Just jump."
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:28 No.5058444
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    Forgot me pic.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:29 No.5058451
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    They all knew as soon as the mountain began moving that there would be no survivors. The gods were dead; even their former home at the peak had been obliterated. The age of myths was about to end.

    The denizens of the forest gathered together one last time to die the way they had lived: in Dionysian excess. And as the burning wrath of the Titans descended like a hammer on their final festival, not one of them held any regrets.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:30 No.5058458
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    I like how we've moved over to mini-flash fics. It's like the good parts of writing a story with none of the boring parts!

    The greatest force in the universe is hope. It is belief distilled into it's most powerful form. It can make a man wait for a woman who will never come or give someone the strength to fight through impossible odds.

    Argus knew this.

    When the asteroid was sighted heading for Earth, everyone else in the world started to despair. Not Argus. A little word there, a little push here. He had spent all his life learning how to manipulate people and society and now he finally had an opportunity to do so good with it.

    He had drawn on his hand with a white, chalk paste.

    The asteroid loomed overhead, filling the sky, seeming to float down.

    He raised his hands and 6 billion hands followed.

    Heh, child's play.
    >> Torgon 07/01/09(Wed)04:32 No.5058465
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    The most powerful Magus to have ever walked the Earth, meeting the most advanced peice of Engineering ever created.

    Just imagine their babies!
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:32 No.5058470
    Neutron bomb. Nice.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:32 No.5058471
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    "Hey, Stevensen, the brass figure out which side's won yet?"
    "What 'brass', Sarge? Only traffic I'm getting is what's left of Brigade in Nakhodkha, and some automated shit from Wake or Adak. Look, we're here, and the Russkies aren't, that counts as 'winning', right?"
    "Yeah, I guess. Except the the Russians in Spokane are probably telling themselves the same...YO! SHIPLEY! QUIT MUGGUNG FOR THE CAMERA AND GET TO WORK ON THAT GEREATOR!"
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:32 No.5058473

    He was a seraph from one of the orbital sky cities, probably undertaking a routine survey flight around the slums when he was shot down. The expensive servo motors whined uselessly as he crawled, but I knew it was futile. He'd never make it to a Waystation in time. I walked up to him and pressed my gun against his head. "When you get back up to Heaven, tell the Lord of Hosts to come down and face us. We're not afraid."
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:36 No.5058503
    Anybody who is finding this stuff interesting should check out this:
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:37 No.5058508

    The goddess emerged gracefully from the wall, reality bending to accomidate her beauty. She leaned towards him, her eyes glowing, her body awash with more colors than Ethan knew existed. His hands trembled as she reached out to touch his hand... he felt a tremendous warmth all about him.

    "Hey," she said, her voice ethereal, at once booming and gentle, "you're on fire".
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:38 No.5058512
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    THEy sAy thEy CaNT unDeRStaND. TheY jUST ChooSe nOT to. ItS noT a MatTER of aBilITy Or sKiLL, juST A mATTER of aLlOWiNg yoUr MiNd to bE USED bY SomEOne OthER THan YoU. LikE rENTing a RoOm of yOUr HoUse, oR leTTINg a FriEND BoRRow yOur LaWN MoweR.

    God damn that took forever to type.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:39 No.5058525
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    fuck, forgot my picature
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:41 No.5058544
    "I'm going to show you how to kill a god. The trick is not to fear him."

    Just a little quote that might be appropriate. More inspiration as well.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:41 No.5058545
    They told me I was a fool for worshiping the God of Overdue Rewards. But after spending seventy-seven years as a chaste man of the cloth, well...

    Lets just say my God rewards his faithful well.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:42 No.5058554
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    Dammit thats twice now.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:44 No.5058569
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    Twelve days on foot. Slaughter what we can eat, set the rest of the herd free. Another twenty days by kayak, living off of what fish we can catch. Three days on the ice.

    Three days and half the tribe was taken by the glacier, one way or another. But here we are.

    Maybe our enemies won't follow us here. Maybe the spirits of this place won't kill us in our sleep.

    Maybe are grandchildren will call this strange land "home".

    [running out of pix...done for the night.]
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:45 No.5058580

    She may have seemed a run-of-the-mill bored nobleman's wife, but Augusta Kingsley was actually a mage and alchemist of some renown. For 4 years now, she had spent considerable time and resources tracking down the ancient Greek recipe that, when added to seawater, would produce a Venus of stunning beauty that would emerge from the waves. The reagents had been procured and tested, the ritual researched and rehearsed. It was time for the first true trial. They watched the water carefully. What would emerge?
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:47 No.5058587
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    "Today's forcast shows some light showers, followed by radioactive fallout."
    >> Devilock 07/01/09(Wed)04:47 No.5058589
    That image is mindblowing
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:47 No.5058595
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    Forgot pic.
    >> Devilock 07/01/09(Wed)04:51 No.5058605
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    Here's a random pic
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:52 No.5058612

    She leaned in close to the man she professed to love, her mind flashing with the tools of death that lay about her - a rock there, a swift cureent here, a steep cliff. An assassin does not see beauty in the world, she sees means to an end. The man holding her close now, his heart pounding at the sight of her face, was yet another means to an end.

    But she only needed the sword on his waist. The blade flashed crimson for a single moment in the setting sun before finding purchase in his chest. He wept softly as his life poured out under the autumnal tree.

    "Nothing personal," she whispered softly as she stepped over his dying form. Nothing personal.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:53 No.5058622
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    Here lies Lieutenant David H. Allanson.

    Last recorded transmission: "As long as you can stay behind it, you'll be fine."
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:53 No.5058623
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    fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuck I'm bad at this game.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:55 No.5058625
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    And here's a pic that's actually usable.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:57 No.5058645
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    The buzzing in my ears grew louder and louder as I crept towards the doorway. Whatever took Simon was here. And unless there was someone else that I didn't know about, it had just taken Annette. As it grew earsplitting, I pulled the amulet out of my pocket, expecting it to stop or at least pause.
    The buzzing didn't change.
    But when I took the amulet out... I saw it.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)04:59 No.5058651
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    They laughed. His whole life's work. All of it. Nothing. They only laughed.

    How many years to gain admission into the ranks of the great Magos's? How many pieces of his soul did he owe, and to how many?

    "You may not have her back." They had said. Then began to laugh.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:00 No.5058658
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    They sat huddled against each other in the dark, hearts racing.

    Finally, Jake stood up. "I'm opening it."

    "NO! Please! It's gotten worse every time we've tried! If this keeps u-"

    "What the fuck do you want me to do?!" There was a deafeningly silent pause. "We can't just sit here in the dark for however damn long it takes for... " (he grasped for the correct word) "...whatever the hell is keeping us here to come back! At least trying the door lets us DO something!"

    Another deafening silence, punctuated only by Julie's poorly concealed whimpers.

    His tone softened. "Hey, we've gotta get out of here. We'll make it through together, alright?" He fumbled in the dark and put his arm around her.

    She sniffled. "Okay."

    "That's more like it." He shuffled over to the door, turned the knob, and - taking a deep breath - pulled it open.

    And then Julie was alone, her vision still filled with Jake's last moments as the door slammed itself shut.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:01 No.5058665
    I honestly can't remember the last time my sister or I saw a structure larger than a few stones. We thought immortality would be fun. And it was, until everyone else died.

    Then, a thousand years later, they came.

    They don't talk, they don't think, they don't even eat. They just kill, and destroy. They're easy enough to kill, but their numbers are so great that even hiding becomes a lost cause soon enough--we can only run.

    And run.

    And run.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:01 No.5058666

    I always assumed that the gods would be stern in their judgments of my life. But these gods read off my list of sins like an uprorious joke, and condemned me to the Desert - not as punishment for my failures, but because they were bored with me and had ceased to care how I lived.

    I suppose I should not be surprised. Why should the gods themselves find anything more than humor in mean creatures like me?
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:02 No.5058670
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    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:03 No.5058674
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    Pic for your pleasure.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:04 No.5058680
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    Years after the SGC had come forward to the world and almost all the wars of Earth had stopped we still found a way. Advisors repeated the same words said to military men since either existed. The old lessons awaited out there now, through the Gates. Lessons that would cost us the peace of an entire galaxy. May history forgive us, it cost us our home.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:04 No.5058681
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    This picture is easy but so fucking awesome it warrants posting.

    "Mistress, I have spotted fifteen birds of prey of a sort you are eligible to hunt flying in such a way as to be in range of your fowling piece soon. I propose a small test of my skill and yours.

    Whoever incapacitates or discorporates the most will be considered the victor."
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:10 No.5058711
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    I am Argos. You have heard my name before, and the stories it carries. I know this, for even now as you hold your grandfather's sword--a great symbol of your family's legacy and courage--do your hands tremble.

    I have cast down a thousand souls in defense of this armor. And I will cast down yet another thousand before my work will be done. My hands thirst for blood, and my heart races at its sight. I show no mercy, and feel no remorse while gazing upon the broken bodies at my feet.

    So I ask you: is your skill great enough? Are you worthy of freeing me from my prison of torment? Or will you crumple and die like so many before you? Think well, and should you return, I will know your answer.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:11 No.5058718
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    The rogues had given him a simple ultimatum: surrender your library, or be destroyed.

    But to Ferennil, the choices were one in the same. He had sacraficed everything for his precious knowledge - with no children, no lover, no family, this library was the single monument marking that he had once caused ripples to flow throughout the universe. He could not give it up while he still drew breath.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:11 No.5058725
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    "She can't be with *him*!"
    "I know, right? Not after he dumped her for his evil step-sister!"
    "And not only that, but she's already carrying the other guy's kid! It's an outrage!"
    "...uh, guys? Chill the fuck out. It's just a soap opera."
    "Nobody asked you! Get out!"
    "Yeah! And don't come back without the Cheez Doodles!"
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:12 No.5058730
    holy shit this is hilarious
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:14 No.5058736
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    We thought they were joking when they announced the new "Preteen" branch of the Gene-Tech special forces. It was like something from a cartoon. Right down to the color-coded unit designation. But that wasn't even the worst part!

    The worst part was the giant robot that came out of fucking nowhere and stomped my house. Thank God those Preteen Gene-Tech goddamn super soldiers were there to stop him, but fuck! That was my house!
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:14 No.5058738

    They told us the war would be easy, that it would end quickly and decisively as our superior soldiers overwhelmed the weak and cowardly enemy. They said we'd all come home to a plot of land and a farm to call our own, maybe even a part of a fiefdom if we excelled. It was 7 years ago, and there's no sign of the damn war ending.

    Back home, no one knows. They don't know that the Fyrdlings have ice-wurms, that their shamans can move glaciers and animate golems of pure cold that freeze the life out of you. They don't know what it's like to talk to someone and then have his guts all over you because of a nearby spell misfiring. They don't know half of what we do up there.

    Thank the Gods for that.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:16 No.5058747

    "This is the only way to the spaceport?"
    "Milord, nothing flies in sand like this. This is the only break in the wall for 600 klicks. Yes."
    "What is it, some kind of monument?"
    "It's...milord, they say those statures are their Gods. Came here from space thounsands of years ago, taught them civilization.
    "The locals say they're dead now, mostly. But stay buckled in, sir: if one of them wakes up, I'm taking us up, sand or no."
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:17 No.5058749
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:18 No.5058756
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    lalala, pic.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:19 No.5058765
    Was what I did to them fair? No. I could feel how much it hurt Elisa to see Davian stiffen up, knowing that there was no way she could get to him before the seizure started.
    And I'm actually sorry about what I did to Connor. If I had a sister, I wouldn't want to see her like that. Not with anyone, and definitely not with Akula. And I had no idea Akula was going to get violent.
    But in the end, they did what I needed them to. And I didn't have to break through their minds to do it. It was for the greater good.
    I know it sounds inhuman. But I'm a psion. I am inhuman.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:25 No.5058792
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    "I am Klindor the elf mage, on my lifelong quest to find the secret robes of Beltaxil that will aid me greatly in not looking as though a child vomited his breakfast of Fruity Pebbles allover me."
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:26 No.5058793
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    And here's my image.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:28 No.5058818
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    I am showered in their love. They fear all that I am and all that I do. Men, warriors, wet themselves at the sight of me. The earth shakes beneath the Emperor's feet when I enter. The very earth he claims to own. I follow no orders except those given to me by glory itself. Tell me now who is free?
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:32 No.5058837
    "A notorious elven scoundrel who makes a living by selling quack medicine and performing fake exorcisms was seen crossing our border two days ago. The rumor has it he is in possession of a powerful explosive device for purposes unknown but likely anarchistic. He dresses funny, is very good with ladies, and never, ever smiles. Proceed with caution."
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:33 No.5058843
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    "A *wiffle ball* bat?"

    "What was I supposed to do? it was either that or a ping-pong set! Keep shooting; If we get to the wood shop beofe they do, we'll have nailguns."
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:34 No.5058848

    It is... the Zybourne Clock!
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:36 No.5058862
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    The city of Klizek stood unbroken against the wasteland, a monument to the determination of man. However, despite it's advanced technology, the Klizekians were forced to do battle against all manner of ferocious beasts, the howlers being the worst of all.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:38 No.5058876
    Fuck yes. You, sir, do that picture justice.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:39 No.5058889
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    This was the moment that changed my life forever, the moment right before Edward shot the worm with the canon. The sense of helpless fear, knowing I was a dead man. I resolved never to be outgunned again.

    And that's what brings me to you, doc. I heard you might have come across some potentialy viable pre-fall soldier boost kits, and I want to buy one.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:43 No.5058906
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    "Strictly decorative. If I tried to fly with them , I'd probably break my collarbone."
    "Don't they...uh...get in the way?"
    "No, they get everything else outta *my* way."
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:44 No.5058909
    As she landed the dismount from the bike, Mara held the pose for a few more seconds. Always good to let the client get a nice look at you first, it impressed them more than if you moved too much. Then she spun around, the holographic wings fluttering around her with nary a glitch. "Going rate's six k-creds a delivery. So, like what you see?"
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:45 No.5058916

    Pic sums up the thread perfectly.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:47 No.5058929
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    No descrip, but I'd love to see what /tg/ makes of templeshoulders.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:52 No.5058949
    "I understand that you're trying to remove yourself from the traditions of our dearly departed emperor, but....don't you think it's a little..."


    "I was going to say...silly."
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:52 No.5058951

    Elnemhi, the goddess of civilization and refinement. Walks slowly and never shrugs. She is the second concubine of the Emperor God. Artisans pray to Elnemhi when embarking on a project, merchants pray to her to land a good deal. Most well-to-do families have a small shrine to her before which they discipline their children if they are deemed to behave barbariously.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:54 No.5058961
    Lethiel had been a normal girl, the daughter of a minor noble. Perhaps a bit...less than ladylike at times, too often running off into the forest, her father tried to force her back into what he thought her proper role was. But he did not know his daughter--did not know that in her young heart she yearned for adventure.

    Finally, in the dark just before dawn, when she could stand no more, she broke and ran, ran farther than ever she had before. Until, exhausted, cold, sore, alone, she slumped against a strange, rough boulder, crying softly--for, truly, a child still she was, though a woman she was becoming.

    Her tears...her tears, though, awoke an ancient, long forgotten magic, and the stone stirred, rising, unfolding into, of all things, a giant stone man...one of the long lost treasure of kingdoms past. A golem...bound, now, and forever, to it's new master, the young girl named Lethiel, sworn by the very spells that had forged into the strange existence it called life to serve and protect her for as long as she lived.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:56 No.5058966
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    These are the hidden archetypes of human consciousness. Follow them, and gain power.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)05:57 No.5058969
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    The little girl had strong magic. She harnessed the golems of Gorgias, breathing life into the figures, leaving an imprint of her soul upon the stone. Bringing conciousness to nature was her favorite game these days - it meant she could have friends anywhere.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)06:03 No.5059012
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    "Kobold dog cavalry? I'm not sure which would be more insulted, the dog or the kobold."

    "I realize giant weasels are more traditional, sir, but this is much easier on our livestock."
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)06:04 No.5059016

    Kulkoth Guardian with his elemental minder.

    The little girl in this artist's render is the second daughter to a blacksmith in a quiet village south of the forest.

    While Kulkoth Guardians are often loathe to associate with the humans destroying their habitats, they will often be won over by the innocence of young children.

    This proved disastrous for one Grove of Stone Giants as an elemental minder employed by the local kingdom saw him gain the trust of a local Grove of particularly hard to move Guardians only to dismantle 5 of them stone by stone, before a troop of minotaurs armed with hammers cleaned out the remaining infestation.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)06:09 No.5059038
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    Hollywood. It'd be different here. He just knew it.

    After the transformation here, finding work in Rural America was hard. People weren't used to seeing his....kind. They liked looking at familiar faces, familiar people. People you could look at and only remember for a few seconds.

    The burst from the stars afflicted him like many others. It made him beautiful. He was handsome already, but there was an altogether alien quality to his looks now. It made people afraid. All their envy and jealousy came boiling to the top. Seeing his divine elegence made them realise just how ugly they truly were.

    Hollywood...a new start.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)06:14 No.5059072
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    He went as far as his machine could carry him. Its last flickers of power were used to send a message:

    "Don't come looking for me".

    But they did come looking.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)06:16 No.5059083

    Snapshot of rural home of one infamous Adrian Beckett, soldier of the 3rd Armoured Battalion, Walker Detachment.

    Walker ace with at least 10 comfirmed enemy walker kills and medals for every campaign of the Europa War.

    Famous for his love of Whiskey and Football.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)07:19 No.5059380
    C'mon /tg/ only a few more to go until we hit pic limit!
    >> /tg/'s token lesbian 07/01/09(Wed)10:06 No.5060188
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    The sun shone down the hole and to Mcsqueek it was up and ready, afixing the remaining plates of armour to his suit.

    Today they would win aginst the Mole kingdom, by the very wiskers of his mother, they would win.
    >> /tg/'s token lesbian 07/01/09(Wed)10:13 No.5060209
    Hmm, maybe I need to sort the porn out've my main picture folder.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)10:15 No.5060219
    You know, you're not a very convincing lesbian.
    >> /tg/'s token lesbian 07/01/09(Wed)10:36 No.5060309
    I have to be a sterotype also?

    Damn, well gotta find me a leather jacket some acting lessons.
    I'll see if I do better tomorrow night.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)10:38 No.5060315
    Well, you're retarded.
    >> Anonymous 07/01/09(Wed)10:39 No.5060320
    It was more the fact you've got brutal fairy rape on your hard drive.
    >> /tg/'s token lesbian 07/01/09(Wed)10:41 No.5060335
    I have everything on here, I like porn.

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