Fugitives forever. Followed by the doom.
"...needs to find balance in his personal life. However, his skill at diagnosing indicates a solid medical talent. I am confident that within a year a little guidance…"
(from the evaluation of a senior resident)
How we finally made the First Contact.
How does a given species become intelligent? Why does one turn from somewhat smart to actually sentient, and another doesn't? What is the magic formula, if there is one?
When a mission becomes something more.
"The Commonwealth was a terrorist movement of the early 21st century. It used online organization to coordinate its actions against governmental and commercial institutions. The name is an allusion to the…"
- "What about that one?"
- "They say he was a chipper back then. Took over his whole family and many more. And now, now he’s a real zombie."
Fingers snapped before his face, he didn’t notice. He just kept shuffling his cards again, that is all he did. A tear ran down his cheek. He missed the Emotion again.
If you know books, you know what they can do with you.
"And make sure the fruit stays dry."
- The Best Cook of Royal Navy, a book never read
The Zenahin Flower, Zenahin Bloom, Star Eye, Mood Flower, Little Judge, it has many names.
"Never forget the season if you want to defeat the plainsfolk."
- "This is train CIV1181, kilometer 15 right after the station. There is a person close to the track on my left side. Could you send somebody to look at it."
- "Understood. Anything suspicious?"
- "He simply lies there. And I think he was there yesterday, too…"
...or Lego Magic, if you will.
"Go see Marcus Blackeye. He knows what to do."
The Stargate universe has revealed to humanity many of its secrets, and left more open. One of the most persistent mysteries stay the Furlings.
Do you need a change in your normal gaming pace? Bored or simply needing something different? Then come here.
"Did ya hear that? There’s riches found every night, all over the town! No way you can miss that!"
Hold through, little Selva, do not close your eyes. It is not sleep, that comes so lightly to you. Soon you will rest under the Shroud, and wake up when the spring comes.
The wicked claw of the Hollow Woods, you would be wise to avoid their feared archers…
In pretty much every single sci-fi there is one thing common for all the seemingly different faster-than-light drives.
A fragment of letter drifts down to the street. You catch it, and unfold the charred edges.
"...know I will always lov..
..at never dies. It is th...
..f my passion that b...
...nd it cannot be ext..
....n heaven or....n hel..
....ill be by you...ide an...
...... yours foreve.........
... Mendates ........
Looking up from the fragmented text you glance around at the rooftops. There. A minute snowfall of scraps of letters is cascading from the chimney of a half-timbered house nearby.