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 Misconceptions8 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
Bioshock: "Batch A177"[Dr. Eric Fitzgerald]Bioshock: "Batch A177"7 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
Bioshock: Last Words[Walter Cranston]Bioshock: Last Words7 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
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
The Grincense of GronotolisThe Grincense of Gronotolis6 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
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
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
Chronoscape, Chapter OneChronoscape, Chapter One8 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
It Takes Two To Tango.Music,It Takes Two To Tango.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a rave
all about the
A slight feeling of
along with the
irritation of those
having a good time.
You can't help but feel sorry for yourself,
how you really fucked up this time.
I wish we never parted.
I wish I could enjoy this with you,
moving fluidly across the dance floor,
in your firm embrace.
I miss that,
feeling protected by you;
you made me feel invincible,
the little see-through glass doll that I am,
nearly invisible to anyone
who passes by,
not paying attention.
They just dance on by,
and so do you.
because rain is meant for...if living were a shirt,because rain is meant for...5 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
MelodyHe blushed today.Melody5 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.
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
Rot'mar the BrawlerRot'mar stared absently off the ship and into the ocean. The wind was picking up now and the black clouds were coming in faster than ever before, and soon there would come a storm. He was no stranger to harsh weather, being a barbarian from the Spine of the World would prepare one for such, but this coming storm made him even shudder and grip tightly to the rail in front of him.Rot'mar the Brawler4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"Everyone below deck now!" The captain soon shouted as the storm neared the small trade ship. Rot'mar snapped from his trance then and headed for the stairs, this was a battle he could not fight, something that infuriated him to no degree. He was always a man of action and when a challenge presented itself he was always one to meet it head on with all his three hundred pounds of muscle that made up his great bulk, but now he felt like a coward, he felt small because no matter how large he was and how hard he could swing his axe there would never be a time when he could cut this storm in two.
The night was harsh
CycloneThe frigid air burned in my lungs, puncturing my senses with frozen, jagged edges. My hands shook violently, and I grasped my knees to keep from falling forward into the torrent of the icy river. A glimpse of spring had given it permission to move, and so it had in force. Snow fell with the calling of the wind in sheets from the spindly outer branches of swaying trees. Nature deafened me as all of these events combined, and I took the opportunity to calm. The thrill of an imaginary chase had been exhilarating.Cyclone5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I did run, but not from any physical threat. I was running from an unwanted past, and it was liberating.
Raising my eyes to the sky, I sought the horizon to find the sunrays retreating behind the line of trees to the west. The deep purples and blues of night blended in the pallet of Day's remaining colors, speckled with the first dusting of starlight. There would be no moon to guide me this night.
I sing not of love, nor hate. I write not of truth, nor lies. I speak not
TTC: The Cygnus War, Part 1TTC: The Cygnus War, Part 18 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.
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
DefiantAs I climb, the branches thinDefiant5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shall I step out on this limb?
If the ground is still below
If, and only if, you know
What's this pouring down my cheek?
Salty, sad; I've sprung a leak.
Broken, thrown, windswept and tossed
I fought gravity and lost.
this is a liethis is a dream i will never forgetthis is a lie6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because it is not true
and with that comes beauty
the beauty of lies
because within the lies is the truth
the truth of the lies
and it is beautiful.
this is a dream of a person
that may or may not exist
because of the lies
this is a dream of person that was not
but was the truth
the truth is-
this is a lie
because after all is said and done
when the dust settles
when everything comes to an end
this is a lie
I'm convinced you are insaneAnd it goes to showI'm convinced you are insane6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you care enough
to keep going
and senseless enough
not to stop
then i won't be alone
Trying to breatheHello?Trying to breathe6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hello my love...
Can you hear my voice?
Can you sense the desperation belying my words?
Please don't hang up...
Can you think of yesterday?
Can you remember everything we said, everything we've done?
Goodbye is just not possible anymore...
Can you understand?
Can you comprehend that I can't stop feeling, can't forget, can't stop?
Promise, I'll let you go...
Can you ever forgive me?
Can you realize that I just didn't know?