"Deepbend, the toughest place to live south of the wastes. The inmates are tough, so we gotta be tougher. They may complain of 'abuse' and 'cruel and unusual punishment' but you know, they deserve every last kick"
-Darner Gearbend, Warden.
The hacker had breached the final firewall and was typing code into the command prompt: code/7777SOHAT. Images flashed up on screen and he gazed in terror at what he saw.
“The perfect execution, painless, quiet, and beautiful”
A general list of the types of grenades Xenith Manufactors.
A short story I created in 15 days for NanoWrimo set in a fantasy setting.
Some stories call it the first real warship, others just Typhoon. But they all agree on one thing, the ship is one of the most elite in the galaxy.
The tripwire activated a trap of such ferocity that even the bravest man among us quavered.
We charged their walls but the defenses held us off, hidden bunkers sprang out of nowhere and turrets wreaked havoc on our forces. Gun pits blasted our army to pieces and we pulled back a shell came out of the sky and destroyed several siege towers, we where finished.
The party comes across a nice hermit in the woods. He gives them food and lodging for the night. They awaken to his terrified screams. "East! It's east! Stop it! It'll kill us all!" The poor horror-stricken hermit dies thrashing in agony, one boney arm outstretched, his finger pointing to the east.