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- High Lord Scribe of Mastered Illuminations

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Kiranti - Fae amongst the Stars

Alive with emotion -
Constantly in motion -
With inner voice, 'hind innocent face -
a cunning mind -
Metal fairies in the depths of space?

Rubikon RT-4 Modular Tank

The blast of charged particles tore into one of the entrenched tanks, then from the 'Mech's other barrel-arm into its mate emerging from behind a corner.
Commander Ratzelle had to admit - letting the rookie ride in the Warhammer was not such a bad choice after all; indeed was he a crack shot.
'Ha! There it goes, blown into pieces! We'll never see their sorry asses again!'
'I wouldn't be so sure about that, greenhorn' the lance leader replied. 'Get ready for clean-up! We have to root them out by nightfall!'

Condru-Hanra

It's not a weapon that kills people, it are the poeple who do so...

If only the one wording such comment knew better!

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“ According to the Journals of Lord Goidol, the people of the Southern Cities wear heavy coats all the year round, despite the stifling tropical heat. They claim that to do otherwise angers the gods, and it is true that visitors who refuse to don the local garb are often struck down with a paralytic fever.”

Wulfhere

“ You type the command into the console. 'Insufficient Guineapigs' the computer responds. Baffled, you retype the command. 'Insufficient Guineapigs' the computer replies again. You decide you should start smaller, with a simpler command. 'Insufficient Guineapigs' What does cycling the spaceship's airlock have to do with a now-extinct Peruvian rodent?”

PoisonAlchemist

“ As you emerge from the shop in the alleyway, not-too-distant clanging and stamping makes you wary. Further investigation reveals a massive Balgrian protest march flooding the main street, banners roaring about the inhuman conditions in which this ethnic group is forced to live. City guards stand helplessly by, beating up the odd protestor, but unable to hold back the flow. Onlookers throw vegetables at the Balgrians, and shout abuse.”

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