The Anunnaki are a secret society in the Cosmic Era
The legacies of a pre-human civilization in the Cosmic Era
The Glassenheim Foundation is a relict of the Petroleum Era, a technological hold out and a holder of terrible secrets.
The 228th Mountain Lion battalion faced a situation not entirely unlike General Custer some 500 years before. Like Custer's men, the 228th was almost completely destroyed, despite their laser cannons and drop ships.
And Cain went out from the presence of the LORD, and dwelt in the land of Nod, on the east of Eden.
The Fleabirds are a group of people indigenous to North America who have rejected the collectivism and sedentary lifestyle inherent in the Cosmic Era. Rather than living in the gleaming arcologies, steaming geofronts, or the great heaps of the urban rims and favelas. Rather, they live in caravans that travel the countryside of the continent.
The PCC is the second largest religion in the Atlantic Federation.
Where the clowns dwell, even angels fear to tread
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Those of the bare chin, the clan of the wolverine, they who walked away from the mountain.
'You don't step into the ring with Ali because you think you can box.
A forerunner in Black Datastream content, ACEG is known around the world for hosting and broadcasting some of the most violent, gore and fanaticism filled spectacles of human carnage.
The Newarks are a familiar and influential family in the Commonwealth of New England
A reference for people interested in adding to the Cosmic Era setting
The paragon of the sundry goods MegaCorp
The leading Megacorp of the Atlantic Federation
A cultural phenomenon born from the warrior poet ideal of the Samurai adopted into the mainstream of society
Also known as Chromatics, polychromes, rainbow people, or smurfs
100 word submission, rumors from the Burning Lands, south of Abodroc
The UCC is a medium sized corporation that is slowly but surely growing to become a global powerhouse. It is deeply invested in legal, paramilitary, and criminal activities, and is composed entirely of clones.
There are gangs, there are biker gangs, there are terrorist organizations, and then there are the Sons of Scorpions
What a narrow street! The bowed windows of the upper floors encroach on the view of the bowed windows opposite, making it all very dark and shady down here in your carriage. You feel it slow down and stop, and there are raised voices outside. Craning your neck out of the door you see a smug cartsman ahead, whose cart is blocking just enough of the narrow street to make your passage impossible. He appears to be waiting for you to move, but your driver is hurling abuse at him and your horses are getting restless...