There's nothing like a good, full pipe after a day of slaying.
The Black Death... oh how quaint.
A few plagues to add variety to the lives and deaths of your heroes.
The reasons that mecha are not reliable as weapons of war are manifold, but the world changed more than many people expected and the way wars are fought have changed greatly since the middle of the Petroleum Era.
When a situation calls for more than Soma, but less than Nerve Stapling, there's Lybrium
A thankfully rare mineral that burn's one skin as if the Devil himself had spit on you
Sometimes, you just want to accept that something tastes good without knowing how it was made.
Chrome is the one of the most popular Superbrands in the Cosmic Era
The ultra minimalism mech, for the common consumer
A set of 30 Dwarven Treasures, for finding, or stealing.
All dwarves in the Ven mountains are familiar with this simple game. Though elaborate and colorful game board have been craft, the game is simple enough that you could out line a board in the dirt and play with four handfuls of stones.
Myths and misunderstandings swirl around this mysterious metal
A neural interface and mind recording device
In the Petroleum Era, it was considered more uncommon for a family to not own a personal automobile, and in some areas, aircraft were as numerous as automobiles. In the years that followed transportation demands and needs changed, as did the vehicles that did the work.
Originally designed as a Medevac transport, the Whippoorwill is now iconic of the Atlantic Federation
By the Cosmic era, almost every part of the human body is replaceable, including of all organs, the brain.
A list of 30 more wines, none of which are vinted by humans, elves, or dwarves.
A basketball sized can that can diffuse up to a typical lightning bolt's worth of energy into gamma rays. In 100 words.
Why aren't gamers using this already? This stuff is real. No really, this stuff is REAL. Google it. Cheap too. Feel free to reply with your own ideas on how to use it.
“Beware those gems that adventurers try to sell you. Before you know, they turn to fools’ gems”
“Space farming ain’t like jumping through hyperspace boy! You got have patience, lots of water and thousands of kilometers of tubing.”
A 100-word piece of Sci-fi minutia
Just off the road a man lies dead, pierced through the heart from behind by an expertly thrown and ornate dagger which remains in the body. A long strip of cloth torn from the man's shirt has been tied around his neck; on the tag end an unknown hand has written a cryptic inscription: "For Djaygo."
When you get to the next town, everyone is talking about a mercenary woman found slain in exactly the same fashion in her room at the inn where she was staying.