From sticks and stones to the modern faith. (May be offensive to some readers, read with caution)
18 gifts laden with madness, tainted with corruption, and otherwise as horrible as they are powerful.
Intended to be a 30, but blessed by Cult of Done
Knowing is Half the Battle, red and blue lasers are the other half.
Criticism can be a very powerful and valuable tool if you understand how to give it, and more importantly, how to accept it.
The plague of the Petroleum Era, the true bane of organized government
The first Renaissance was kickstarted by the Crusades and trade, the second Renaissance was fueled by a looming global crisis and international cooperation
7 things that make a work of fiction Lovecraftian, even if it doesn't deal at all with the established Mythos
There's money to be made ripping the past out of the ground and turning it back into usable reclaimed materials. It just takes the right equipment and the wrong people.
Aircraft vanished from the skies, and it changed the way war would be fought for over three centuries.
I have attempted several articles about the mecha of the Cosmic Era, and all of them have either died in development hell or were simply deleted. This, I hope, will be the one that I see through to the finish.
Just what it says on the tin.
collection of terms used in the Cosmic Era not large enough to warrant their own submissions.
A foundation 'Secret' of the Cosmic Era
The commericaly available firearms of the Cosmic Era
Meta Level submission about the nature of conflict in the Cosmic Era.
A stylistic writing challenge
A man:machine:moment article regarding the tank in the Cosmic Era
A very brief set of guidelines for writing material in or for the Cosmic Era setting
Programs, HoloFeeds, and S3 Sims from the Cosmic Era
Idea from the Aeneid. Could make an intriguing encounter when searching for firewood..."Quite near there happened to be a mound of earth, at the highest part of which were growing thickets of cornel and a dense cluster of spiky myrtle-stems. I went up there and tried to wrench the green growth from the ground to provide a leafy covering for our altar. There I was confronted by a horrible and astounding miracle. For from the first bush which I tried to break off...blood oozed in dark drops, fouling the earth with its spots...A piteous moan came from the base of the mound and I heard a human voice answering me: 'Why, Aeneas, must you rend a poor sufferer? I am buried here...for I am Polydorus. Here death overpowered me in a crop of piercing iron-pointed spears. And so a crop resembling javelins has grown over me...'"