Warhammer 40k PrimerThe Warhammer 40k Primer: describing the numerous factions and races in the Warhammer 40k universeWarhammer 40k Primer7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
By- Kingdoms Shield
It is The 41 millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die.
Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battle fleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the manifestation of the Emperors will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest among them are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineere
Medieval MisconceptionsHeavy, cumbersome swordsMedieval Misconceptions9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
- The issue of weight seems to be one of the most commonly mistaken aspects of medieval combat. Smiths all made swords slightly differently and each fighter had his own preferences. It is impossible to generalize when it comes to the technology of an entire continent from c/ 500-1500 AD, and both very heavy and very light swords existed. In terms of what was typical, though,, here’s a rough guide to averaged:
Single-handed sword (aka sword) - 2.5 pounds
Hand-and-a-half (aka bastard sword) 2.5-3 lbs
Two-hander (aka longsword) - 3 to 3.5 pounds.
The absolute largest swords still rarely hit the 5-pound mark. These were designed to serve very specific tactical functions on the battlefield and were not intended for general-use purposes. Experience showed smiths and warriors that this was the ideal weight range for their weapon. It’s essentially natural selection at work: people whose swords were too light or too heavy went off to battle and
endless endingswellendless endings6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the spark took a twist
scissor-spit from her lips
a subtle shift and infinite
is simply split into bits
you're spinning sick
sinking quick and unmissed
every cheap trick unveiled
now scratched from your list
but that itch
it still persists
perching there on your wrist
sits downsleeve from your heart
or what's left of it
and what's this?
love's laid to rest
without a proper obit
transmit to your wits
that demands you submit
is a doubt
the charred remains
of a fire once lit
Surveying the WorldSurveying the World6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hubert was a quiet man
in love with quiet things
the soft rain every spring
the differing dance of snowflakes
(no two falling
looked the same)
the way a rushing river seemed
to murmur out his name
of a well meant
the warm under-
of a fish
meeting a fish
his fragile ears
just couldn't take
he'd sidestep the whirring world
with a quick trip to the lake
atop a tiny private island
mountain-hid from public view
he rejoiced in
of his heart
as it grew
To Be Somebody - Chapter 2To Be Somebody - Chapter 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kaoru stared vacantly out of the car window, his forehead resting against the cool glass pane, barely registering the passing scenery on their way to the Hitachiin mansion. As grateful as he was to Kyouya for the lift, he was slightly uncomfortable with the knowledge that his senpai now knew how Hikaru had been 'abandoning' him for Haruhi lately. It was easier to deal with when it was just himself noticing Hikaru's unkind behaviour, but now that Kyouya knew, it made it harder to ignore. Pushing these thoughts to the back of his mind, Kaoru tried to concentrate instead on the dull rumble of the car's engine and the drops of rain water making their way across the window, which slowly lulled him into an almost trance.
Kyouya watched the youngest twin from the corner of his eye, remembering what Kaoru had said back in the music room. The ebony-haired student had noticed that the twins were acting somewhat differently towards one another, but he had not realised just how far apart they had
To Be Somebody - Chapter 1To Be Somebody - Chapter 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was late afternoon and all the female clientele had vacated and gone home for the night. Only the Ouran Host club members still remained. Tired of listening to his brother's over-excitable chattering to Haruhi and angry retorts at Tono, Kaoru moved his golden eyes across the music room, concentrating on his fellow hosts.
Mori-senpai was quietly reading in the corner of the room, sat across from Honey-senpai, who was cheerfully making his way through a rather large strawberry cheesecake. Every now and then, Mori-senpai would glance up, look kindly at the small honey blonde sat across from him and would allow a small smile to grace his stoic features. Kaoru quickly turned away from them, feeling like he had intruded in on some secret world that he shouldn't have seen. No one really understood the strangely balanced relationship between the two seniors, nor did they ever try to. It clearly wasn't romantic but it wasn't exactly platonic either and nobody ever brought the subject up for
Adeline Winters"So how much is that?" Asher asked, his blue eyes looking directly at me.Adeline Winters4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Hmm," I poured the small assortment of coins onto my palm, and started counting them. A light sigh left my mouth. We had managed to raise more than yesterday, but it still wasn't nearly the amount we needed. I made my best attempt to hide my discontent from my youngest brother and smiled. "It's an improvement."
Asher smiled back at me. "Can I carry it home?" he asked eagerly.
I nodded. "Of course," I put the coins into a small velvet bag and handed it Asher.
As I did so, I spotted Elijah eyeing me. I might have been able to convince Asher that everything was alright, but Elijah knew better. But for Asher's sake, he kept quiet.
I looked up at the moon. It was bright and radiant against the dark night sky, but as beautiful as it was, it was just another reminder that today was a failed day.
spoke sedwickspoke sedwick6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
come with me
and you shall see
a play, of sorts, begin
the rather splendid spiders
the ones who
make their nest
below your flesh
'cross your bones
I pay a visit
laugh & drink
and drink & dance
and then we
drink some more
though their red
a rather sticky
and to think
is a hot spot
the spiders are
a social bunch
my scrumptious morsel
though I can not say
and rest assured
I will be seeing you
rules for school....1. I must not insist that the librarian is a dragon or the devil in disguise.rules for school....7 years ago in Humor More Like This
2. I will not record a movie on our library called the devil reads Parvana
3. Maths teachers are not out to get me, the simply want to help me.
4. My diary is not possessed.
5. Nor is my locker.
6. nor are any of my fellow students
7. I must stop insisting that the doodles I draw in class are going to make me famous.
8. I will stop referring to the science lab as the kitchen stadium.
9. I will stop referring to my school picture as my mug shot.
10. I did not create my own god in my last woodworks class.
11. When our foreign languages teacher asks the class a question in another language, I will not tell people she/ he is speaking in tongues.
12. I will not suggest to sing Slipknot songs in choir.
13. or Cher
14. or Blondie
15. Accidentally pushing people down the stairs is NOT funny.
16. the gym teacher is not the missing li
don't break the dark skydont break the dark skydon't break the dark sky7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are those
who would shatter the peaceful place
where soft starlight
and calms the wind
that rustles the leaves
of the watercolor ash
but dont break the dark sky
with your bottled lightning
there are those
who eagerly await the dawn;
to set up in flames
this vast darkness
the silver, blue, black
shades of night
but dont burn the dark sky
with your sunrise fire
there are those
who rejoice in the blindness of twilight
the blurry dream-turned-nightmare
and curse the clear black
that follows it;
those who cant enjoy the dotted stars
painted on the canvas heavens
but dont wash away the dark sky
with your buckets of turpentine
there are those
who must fly high
on their lofty wings
and tear at the velvet edges
of the shadowed clouds
hoping to rip out
their very foundation
but dont pull apart the dark sky
with your fingers and nails
there are those
who seek to destroy
the dark sanctuary
sunset provides, and
Candle-Induced EuphoriaThe rain seems to melt away in front of the candlelight,Candle-Induced Euphoria8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But really, it steams off,
Like a sky-blue slate in the morning glare,
Distilling and purifying,
Defying the grim reflux of repetition.
Windows glint, spraying eyes with light,
Retinas scorched with newer pigments;
They have gotten purer,
A better yield,
But it remains theoretical.
Bioshock: Last Words[Walter Cranston]Bioshock: Last Words8 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"Huh... heh-heh-heh... geh... I-ng... oh God...
It's coming apart... I'm coming... apart...
Mary... I hope you never hear this but... I have to say something... I have speak because... my mind is the only... the only thing left of me that's still... me.
(A long pause)
"Listen to me, Mary... stop using the plasmids. You have to-hrng!... They aren't safe! Something's wrong... I don't know... if I got a bad batch or if... if they knew it would do this to me all along. Those bastards... they just sell it... they're on every street... big bright colors... everyone come and... mutate. Evolve. Heh-heh... ha ha ha ha! Oh God...
(The sound of breaking glass in the distance, screams. The sound fades.)
"It started out like nothing... a stomach ache maybe, mm-maybe something more. I felt... my arm felt like it was made of putty, and my face... no...
"You have to stop. Whatever ADAM is... whatever it does... it's
Chronoscape, Chapter OneChronoscape, Chapter One9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Can a line of events be traced to its origins, only to connect with its end?
Sept 17, 14:15
Apex clouds converged around the azure mountain of ice. The polar ocean rumbled, somewhere beneath, grappling into the iceberg, gnawing away at its foundations.
Grim, fluttering celestial arc released a blinding sphere of light has from the cloudy grasp. Scorching beams of sunlight smashed into the iceberg with relentless fury and the iceberg screeched in fear of their attack as glittering veins of cobalt and silver pulsated upon its surface. The temperature was rising, as the iceberg drifted south, pushed forward by the slashing wind. The iceberg fought against the warm currents till its last breath, but all was hopeless. An unyielding crack started to crawl across its surface, explosions of cold mist whooshing as the iceberg crumbled, expiring away; connecting with the clouds and the ocean.
Oct 4th, 9:12
A tiny, conical drop of water spiraled through the gray and blue mush of fog tha
pick a catchphrase, die aloneattention all skeletons:pick a catchphrase, die alone7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
announce your exit!
find yourself fixed
in new flesh
less them guts
to spell grit
clamp the new bit
you're so proud
to be bursting
have such high hopes
with your yesterdays
like paper ghosts
who merely moan
to move the room
but I am not buying
love poorly conceived
(with a twist!)
poems with all
the aching heart
of a grocery list
Bioshock: 'Batch A177'[Dr. Eric Fitzgerald]Bioshock: 'Batch A177'8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Huh... well, let's continue. September twenty-fourth. Our first implimentation of-"
[Loud screaming from the background, accompanied by muffled voices.]
"-Of the new Plasmid, Batch A177, met with failure after testing by one Marcus Mallorey, a volunteer test subject."
[More screaming from background.]
[Voice in background]
"Easy, easy, Mallorey! Don't try to move!"
"Oh God! Oh God help me!"
*Clears Throat* "Batch A177 has been nicknamed the "Houdini" plasmid, after the famous escape artist and magician. Testing began at 2:13pm, with simple objectives and outstanding results - the subject literally would burst into a gaseous cloud of free-roaming cell particles-"
[Second Voice in Background]
"-And resolidifies himself in another location. Earlier tests were... random in where the plasmid 'chose' to reassemble the subject, but Batch A177 permitted more efficient mental control over the ah, wel
Poetic ParadoxBind the windsPoetic Paradox6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and gag the trees,
shake down skies
and mute the seas,
bring the mountains
to their knees
for now is not the time
The Grincense of GronotolisThe Grincense of Gronotolis7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
THE GRINCENSE OF GRONOTOLIS
An epic poem
The Grincense of Gronotolis is
A creature all should fear.
It has no eyes
It has no arms
In fact it's just an ear.
The Grincense lurks inside a cave
And listens for its prey.
Oh what it hears
This monstrous ear
It hears from miles away!
One thing I'll say for certain is
The way it kills its snacks
The Grincense pounces
From the dark
And drowns its prey in wax.
The king who ruled Gronotolis
Annoyed by all the slaughter
Said at a feast
"Who kills this beast
Shall marry with my daughter!"
A dozen men all tried their best
The beast would not be beaten
Within a week
The king declared
The dozen men were eaten.
A dozen more went up that hill
Dead set on being the winner
Yet each one fell
In waxy hell
Just one more Grincense dinner.
The king dispatched his Bishop off
To beg the thing to stop
His pleading fell
Upon deaf ear
The Grincense munched him up
The king, irate, sought out the beast
His temper on the boil
The Grincense bowed
because rain is meant for...if living were a shirt,because rain is meant for...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you'd be size large
and i would be an
strangled by my own
because i spend my time
if ever i had
the chance to hear
ten thousand abbey-monks
singing in perfect harmony,
i would still be stubborn enough
to say you
are more divine.
you are the start,
and the ever-after
of the most destructive
and beautiful storms
to grace the surface of my world;
every time you walk away
you leave behind
all the evidence
that it will surely
but i do not deserve
to dance in such a storm,
for i am worthless weather,
the kind where people
take the nearest object,
umbrella or newspaper,
and hide from the skies;
i'm a silent storm,
i am a raindrop in a
LifeIve seen the world with these two eyes.Life8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A movie played inside my mind.
Ive traveled the seas in half the time
Without ever leaving home.
Ive spread my wings but didnt fly
Ive touched heaven, but I didnt die
Had the chance to ask God why
Without ever receiving an answer.
Ive count the stars and made to ten
Lost track and had to start again.
People laughed, but thats how we make friends
Without ever knowing their name.
Ive loved completely and watched them leave
I tell the storysome dont believe
Let them go or did you flee?
Without seeing what tomorrow brings.
Ive cried like I would never smile
Walked in darkness for half a mile
Saw the sun in the distance for a small while
Without ever feeling its rays.
Ive walked the beachestasted the breeze
There was a time that Ive felt free.
Touched my soul and let life be
Without any regrets to hold.
Ive laughed until I could not breathe
Gasped for air a
TTC: The Cygnus War, Part 1TTC: The Cygnus War, Part 19 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The Tessa Chronicles: The Cygnus War #1 (Aces & Veterans)
It was sleek, fast, deadly. Typical Coralate semi-atmospheric fighter, but still no match for Tessas Seindrive 4 Blasterchild. The underslung Agere PD cannon on the nose of her rig alone could turn the Cygnan into swiss cheese from 50 meters with a good shot, and it was a peashooter compared to the other ordnance she was carrying. They didnt build strong ships on Cygnus, but they knew how to build an engine like nobodys business.
The skies over Tarsis 12 were a deep afternoon purple, visceral against the rich reds and pinks pooling up from the dark aquamarine line of the horizon, and the Cygnan was a hot spot of brilliant silver in the glowing crimson reticle of her heads-up-display. 762 meters and arcing to the left at 2837 km/h. Hauling ass, but still running on conventional drive. Too risky to run the sublight stuff this far into the atmosphere.
Lips tightened, a sharp smile spreading across her face.
MelodyHe blushed today.Melody6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was fucking beautiful.
Something about me responds
to something about him.
I wonder if it is all in the eyes.
His are blue, always blue.
Sometimes they are sea blue,
or storm blue, or ice-chipped,
or like the wide expanse of the sky.
I hunger to just look into them.
I don't want to get lost, or stare
forever into his gaze.
I just want to freely examine them
when I see them, always changing,
always so beautiful.
He is a constant amongst
my capricious tendencies.
Ever since I first saw him,
I have been unable to forget his charm.
He appeals to me in the purest way
that anyone ever has.
Caught still between boy
and man, he draws from me
an artistic passion, as if
he was a muse or angel.
I half believe him descended
from Fair folk, so much
does the light stream from him.
It is no force of charisma, or will,
and mine is no reverence of lust,
that covers him like a halo.
DownfallDownfall8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si