Chernobyl Pripyat, Ukraine -- Year 2264 (278 Years after Chernobyl)Chernobyl 15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It laid in waste. Buildings rotted, things decayed. Nobody used Pripyat like it was once used all those years ago when nuclear power was popular. The image was like that of a surreal horror movie. The wild has retaken the city. Trees grew without restraint. Animals roamed … most dangerous. The once beautiful amusement rides had toppled over. The bumper cars had dulled, and they were covered in dust, dirt and grim. The ferris wheel, the most notable landmark, had toppled over at least a few 100 years ago. The metal rusted and gave way when pirates were trying to steal some of its parts. The ferris wheel killed many and injured many more that faithful day. It was not a pretty site to those that had to walk through Pripyat to go to the neighboring country. The poor traveled by foot despite the changes to make travel easier.
For the rich that is.
They hadn’t the luxury to fly by car. No, the governmen
Deadworld History: ResistanceSoon Volganstein, capitol of the once prosperous kingdom of Miklagard had found itself besieged by unimaginable horrors. Once prosperous trade routes had been blocked as it was widely recognised that the Sisters could use this as a platform to enter the city.Deadworld History: Resistance18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Radio and all channels of electronic communication had been forbidden as a newly created Herald called Vocis had used this to terrible effect, spreading waves of suicidal depression to anyone who listened to his terrible 'calling'. Use of electricity was also banned as this was exploited as a weapon by Tempest, a vast cloud like being capable of causing widespread damage to infrastructure with its terrible winds and lightning storms.
As a consequence, the city was forced to regress into a kind of medievalism plagued by rumours, disillusion and poor sanitation.
Scarlet wraiths, human souls trapped in iron shells in the shapes of skeletal birds, patrolled the night sky eager to prey on anyone who was unfortunate enough to find
GOW - SK Sillies - Robbing the GodsRobbing the GodsGOW - SK Sillies - Robbing the Gods14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Incident Report: A Mysterious robbery has occurred at a local Stranded Hangout”
“Sending local authority to investigate.”
The Armadillo transport barrelled its way through the ruins of what was once a beautiful city that acted as a holiday resort for Sera’s rich and wealthy elite. It was literally called “Paradise”
Paradise offered everything you could want, swimming pools, tennis courts, rich and flashy hotels, fancy restaurants around every corner, lucrative and beautiful fashion clothing shops, the lot. It was all there. Key words being “it was”
Of course, once E-Day reared its ugly head and the Hammer Strikes happened, Paradise was charred into a bare bones wasteland. All buildings reduced to empty shells, the surrounding beauty now the harsh deserts of the wasteland.
Habitable only to those left behind, the Stranded.
The Stranded were the reason the Armadillo was making a journey in
Mr. PopoMass EffectMr. Popo20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mass Effect 3
Randoms #1: Mr. Popo
A large round man with skin as black as the night sky, bright red lips and large soulless eyes; wearing large baggy white pants a red sash around the wait and a small red with gold trim vest and a white turban with a light blue gemstone over the forehead.
He was watering a small flowerbed on large floating platform high above the surface of Earth unknown to all the citizens of the planet below.
Suddenly the platform began to shake viciously causing the man to look up from his watering startled by the shaking, "Oh, my," he said in a deep voice, "I didn't know my trip would be like this."
Suddenly a large purple mechanical appendage came over the side of the building and the sky was suddenly filled with several large, robotic flying creatures that were spewing out small creatures.
The man began to laugh, "This is the best trip I've ever taken," he said just as a large red beam of energy cut across the platform nearly hitting
Good Morning, Clarence Good morning, Clarence.Good Morning, Clarence5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The words flashed on the computer monitor, its dim light casting a flickering glow upon the face of the person to whom it was addressed. Clarence groggily woke up, his eyes adjusting to his dark room. The sound the computer made while starting up had pulled him from his slumber. He glanced up at his alarm clock at the side of his bed. 2:21 AM. Early morning. He yawned and rolled out of bed, his skin feeling the cool, sleek metal of the platform bed that held his mattress. He shivered and pulled on his shirt, giving him protection from the freezing air. He rubbed his eyes as he made his way towards his desk, and stumbled into his desk chair.
Clarence peered at the screen to get a good look at it. "Good morning?" he mumbled in confusion as he puzzled over the cryptic greeting. The bar at the end of the greeting flashed every half-second on the monitor. Suddenly t
Daily Logs 1-24-15I. Vekal asks Naara's advice and ends up staying to chatDaily Logs 1-24-151 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
II. Fallan meets AU!Rein rather disastrously
III. T'Pah meets Ilanis on the O-Deck
Vekal: Computer, locate Lieutenant Naara. *It's a bizarre idea to talk to Naara of all people -- they aren't close -- but what's the worst that can happen?*
Computer: Lieutenant Naara is in Rec Room 2.
Vekal: *brushes her hair back and heads down there, entering the room without knocking because it's a public room and she outranks Naara* Lieutenant?
Naara: *Is playing some form of video game, which she immediately pauses the moment Vekal enters* Commander? *A little suprised*
Vekal: *smiles* May I interrupt? I'd like to talk to you, unofficially. *aka as equals* Do you mind? Before you ask, you're not in trouble.
Naara: Uh, sure, I guess. *Hits save and closes the game. She can return to "Gunzerker 4: MCV" later*
Vekal: *takes a breath, and then lets it out with a chuckle* I'll be honest with you, I don't think I prop
BJBB RP LOG 1/18/15BJBB RPBJBB RP LOG 1/18/1510 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Desmond || Dietrich
Desmond: I felt as if my insides should be in knots, but they weren’t. Every part of me was composed, and I liked to think that annoyed my integrator, but the truth is he was already preoccupied. If anything I was but a fly.
“Is it the missus?” I buzzed, not daring to catch his eye. His feet clamped together as he turned to me, running a hand through his hair.
“I was a psychotherapist at one point. Perhaps we could get together over some coffee and discuss our emotions?”
“I’m going to need you to shut the hell up.”
“Language. Please don’t get rough with me, I’m very ugly when I cry.”
He sighed and sat down across from me. “Listen, mister Godfrey.”
“Please, call me Desmond. Godfrey sound pretentious.”
“Desmond. Do you think we’re dumb? Because
The ObserversThe first moment of discovery has long since been lost to time, as have so many other bits of history. By the time I came into the universe, aboard one of the great ships of the Institute, the fact that we were not the first great space-faring civilization was common knowledge, and had been for millennia. The Observers, as we called them, had been everywhere in their time. Finding sites was as easy as finding the proper systems—dwarfs, the cooling remains of main-sequence stars that seemed to have been interesting to the Observers.The Observers21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
During our decades-long stay at our previous star system, we had mapped and categorized the nearby stars, such that when we were ready to leave, we knew our next destination. We’re on the edge of the galaxy, and this particular star has a peculiarly eccentric orbit, indicative of a body that had existed prior to the galaxy’s full formation. We chose it mostly because it’s age—it would’ve been a middle-aged main-sequence su