At the annual tech show in Dubai this week, IDC has announced its entry into the subdermal monitor wars. Sources in the company say that they believe that their Dermal Screen is more than capable of competing with the iSkin. Here's their official press release:
“Oh the shark has pretty teeth, dear, / And he shows them pearly white. / Just a jack-knife has Macheath / And he keeps it out of sight.” - Bertolt Brecht
“Nobody will laugh long who deals much with opium: its pleasures even are of a grave and solemn complexion.” -Thomas De Quincey
This compact weapon is capable of laying down high explosive charges at least 100 yards away, and is easily concealable to boot. When you order one of these you also get a mag-clip shoulder holster at no additional charge.
Translated roughly as “Rope weight,” this weapon has evolved from a tool used by fisherman for anchoring to trees or hauling their boat through the shallows.
My cane is both a symbol of my weakness, and the instrument of my strength.
Always wary of the minions of the Lying Ones, for they revel in aberrant actions, and seek only to undo your works and subvert your thoughts. - Excerpt from the Samahhi
Disclaimer: Damage sustained to your power suit while crushing your enemies throats is not covered under warranty, and IDC will in no way be held responsible.
Click, Zap, Fazaz, and Boom; carrying us all to our tomb. -The BombLovers
And from your enemies your only shield shall be blood, and in it you shall thrive.
-Passage from the Samahhi
Weapons used by the nomadic Kazi.
There are some remedies worse than the disease. ~Publilius Syrus
Yes my child, the pig can see the winds, and will tell you of the storms.
Some games are played to be won, others can only be lost.
A rather non-descript burlap sack with some interesting qualities.
Remember student, there are a million ways to kill a man, but only two ways to keep him dead, and those are the total annihilation of either the body or the soul. And I’m not altogether sure about the first.
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.