A story for Tusserk's writing game.
Immortality, at any cost
Life imitates art, and art imitates life
Why would anyone want a child?
From the cradle to the grave, the small things that define every human life.
Hello? Is there anybody out there, can anybody hear me?
The Cosmic Era starts now, in the era of fossil fuels.
The secret horrors of food in the Cosmic Era
Based on the system gaming research of Petroleum Era technologist Vincent Ocasla, Ocaslan planning maximizes the efficiency of everything from planned settlements to space habitats and arcology plans.
Found this article in 'the facebooks' and it read like a breakdown of the Cosmic Era.
Confronting the men who were about to break into his flat, Kevin hopes for answers. Instead, he finds more unanswered questions.
It is the height of the Victorian Age. London is the shining jewel in the most expansive empire the world has known. It is a good time to be a British citizen. The only problem is, you're a mouse.
Space travel is achieved by exposing Aerstones to mana while ancient threats awaken throughout the galaxy.
The one-stop Codex to peruse Chinese lore at your leisure. Eventually, this collection would include: weapons (blades, spears and bows), instruments (a particular type of string instrument known as the guqin), horses, myths (creation myths, legendary figures and folklore stories) and others (lifeforms, historical ranking systems and other topics subject to author whims and popular demand).
Part of the Fermi Paradox, the Great Filter is one of the explanations as to why intelligent alien life hasn't been discovered.
Everything wrong with the 2014 Godzilla
Big monsters and low lifes
Transformers RPG: Rules for Driving and Flying, Rules for Skill checks and skill Descriptions
A TRANSFORMERS RPG TO TRY AND CAPTURE THE SPARK OF THE G1 CARTOON SERIES
A new-school fantasy novel based on my Crunalan society of the Dragon Empire setting and various historical characters whose stories have been mangled up by the author’s imagination. Most critical readers welcomed!
Sages and naturalists frown at the common name given to these strange creatures by the small folk, but sometimes the silliest nicknames for creatures, places and people persevere in the minds of many. “Purifiers”, “Pond Jellies”, “Breath-Stealers”, “Lung-Ticklers” and “River Butterflies” are much less commonly heard appellations for these life forms. Wet Faeries are basically (and simply) a species of fist-sized, fresh-water jellyfish. Several traits steer them toward the peculiar category however. Firstly, Wet Faeries are nearly invisible in the water, much like their marine cousins but even more so. One can swim in a river swarming with these critters and not even notice their presence. Secondly, they possess the unique ability to clean and purify whatever body of water they inhabit. They do this via some sort of biological filtration process, sucking in all toxins present in the water, and releasing it back in its purest form. Needless to say, they are both a blessing and a curse to whichever folk dwell beside the rivers and lakes Wet Faeries inhabit. On one hand, no purer water can be found anywhere than a Wet Faerie lake or pond, and yet, in “pure” water “life” tends in fact to die out, lacking the needed nutrients to prosper. Thirdly, their “sting” is (unfortunately) virulently poisonous to all mammalians. Wet Faeries are loathe to sting anyone or anything, using their barbed fronds as a last line of defense, but if stung, most swimmers will suffer respiratory arrest, and die within minutes, usually drowning before they can make it back to shore.
Alchemists, druids, and less savory characters have studied these creatures over the years, and have predictably found all the ways Wet Faeries could be exploited. Morbidly humorous, some bards find it, that the Poisoners and Assassins Guilds as well as the Healer’s Union, all prize these creatures. The assassins use the extracted venom in obvious fashion, while the priests and healers use the still-living jelly-fish to sterilize other poison potions and to cure those already poisoned on death’s door.
It is known that a certain Earl Von Trumble keeps his vast castle moat stocked with Wet Faeries, the waters so clear that every bone of every one of his past enemies can be clearly seen on the bottom, twenty two feet below.