Since magic can be used so powerfully for evil, why are there not a lot more evil and/or deranged wizards around in the world?
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.
In the world of Delta Factor, not every battle takes place between costumed superhumans, or holds the fate of the world in the balance.
This isn't the comics
Aircraft vanished from the skies, and it changed the way war would be fought for over three centuries.
" Not all arrows hit their target, and not all bows are designed to make the arrow flew farther, but not all targets can evade, if you do it right... " - Pra'Eimus
A final update on what happened to Kingmakers.
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 plume is seen far off in the distance, but what will it turn out to be when it gets closer? Only time will tell.
A short story which uses Memory Moths in a sci-fi setting. Props to Echomirage for the forum post that inspired the symbiotic Proxy Bug.
A guide for other users to better understand my voting criteria and what my votes mean.
A foundation 'Secret' of the Cosmic Era
The commericaly available firearms of the Cosmic Era
In which gender is discussed, mothers are remembered, and sleep is finally found.
The pair enters the wasteland. Goat cheese is eaten. Names are exchanged.
In which a slave is sold to an unpleasant customer.
A summary of the various Freetext Friday Freetexts, in one spot.
Meta Level submission about the nature of conflict in the Cosmic Era.
You wake in a pub and see that it's full of were creatures, and they're all staring at you with a scared look on their faces. As you continue on into the pub you look at your arm. You notice that your arm is covered in thick brown hair. As you continue on into the pub you look in a mirror, and staring back at you is a 7 foot werebear. As you continue into the pub people start to shy away form you. Once you go the bar you ask the weretigress that's the bartender and begin to ask her why everyone is shying away from you, and she begins ro tell you why.