Kids today, you can't tell them what to do, right from wrong. When I was a kid we got tattoos and piercings, nowadays they turn themselves into freaking mutants. On purpose!
Any citizen over the age of 30
Sometimes science and culture produce amazing things, sometimes they produce flipper babies
Dr. Assan Steiner
A build a mile tall with 50,000 people in has a lot of room for action and intrigue
'You can't just run around killing goblins and looting temples, this isn't the old days my boy. To make it today you've got to be part of the guild, and you need a team, and a look, and most importantly you need a manager. Like me.'
Few things shine as bright as the jewels of Hell
A spirit of judgement and punishment
You should probably get ready for some trouble...
Also known as the Adventurer's Guild, the GAUR, the Hall of Heroes and a variety of other names.
Not all of the mermaids and sea sirens are half fish, there are other things that live in the sea
The Rock of Gibraltar, once a stalwart of British power, the gate to the Mediterranean, now is a fortress for the Eurasian Alliance. It's fair teeming with neo-Soviets and submarines.
The Pig King, the great tyrant, the King who's hunger cannot be sated.
A blue green jewel, Beta Delphini II, home of the turtle like Chelonians. The world is old, and bears many scars, the craters from orbital bombardment and high power explosions, rings of dust and debris that were once starships, habitats, and fighter craft. But the world below remains tranquil, its wounds covered with blue seas and green forests.
I'm different. I have a different constitution, I have a different brain, I have a different heart... Dying's for fools, dying's for amateurs.
A coveted tree, 100 words
"Compared to the scum I deal with as a cop, fighting you was a piece of cake!"
The basics behind the 100 Word Submission
100 Word Castle
100 Word Society
Dead Space idea
100 Word Item
The Nomin gypsies have a fiddling competition every year, known as the Danse de Velose. Beaters hit out the rhythm on taut drums and the competitors start to play, slowly at first. Youngsters can compete, but are soon pulled away by worried mothers, before the competition becomes too dangerous. After two hours the haunting tune has become dazzlingly fast. You can resign at any time, but the moment you make a mistake you receive an arrow through the neck. Strings may snap, but the players must play on. The whole affair never lasts much longer than three hours, and the last fiddler playing is crowned king of the gypsies.