Warhammer 40k PrimerThe Warhammer 40k Primer: describing the numerous factions and races in the Warhammer 40k universeWarhammer 40k Primer6 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
Nihilus--Part 4Nihilus--Part 44 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He heard the order whispered hollowly on his comm unit, knew and trusted the voice that spoke it. The order was a crushing treachery, but it could spark no more hatred from his already bitter heart. His hand moved to the comm without his awareness and he thought he could hear himself screaming, raw disbelief.
"But we're still down here! We're still down here!"
The order was given again, despite his appeals.
"Activate the Mass Shadow Generator."
Those engaged in life-and-death battles around him stopped as his voice discharged over the landscape like the sudden blast of a gun that had been held to your forehead, the voice of one man pushed with injustice after injustice. Their eyes were bloodshot, dirty with guilt and the lives of the thousands they had murdered, wild with the frenzy of adrenaline and the power of unleashing death's hand to any who drew too near. They could not understand why this man would bother shouting when he could be killing. But they came to understand wh
Silver Dragon KnightSilver Dragon Knight10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He would savor this moment for years to come. His first battle, his first chance to earn his sword and prove himself a warrior. Everything came down to the first battle, because if you died here, or lived by sheer fluke, you still lost. There was no room for failure on the battlefield.
Sweat poured down his forehead, trickling into his eyes and between his lips, but he continued to fight, swinging his sword in high arcs and swift blows. His dark, sweat soaked hair hung limply, his dark skin glistening as tiny red flecks of someone else's blood splattered back onto him as his sword flashed, again and again, it's blade like silver lightning. His face was twisted in concentration and battle lust as he whirled about to face his oncoming opponents and came to face a nearly empty battlefield.
Only a few feet from him, a few familiar faces lay in ghastly positions, testaments to their death, some of them impaled by the crude copper swords of the Draconian, others missing limbs, torn off by Ti
The Coming Storm'Crap, can you believe this? One moment I was spending the night with that dancer, the one with the sweet moves and all that glittering dancing jewellery. The next were all stuck out in a field looking for something that fell from the skies. This is nothing but a ghost hunt most likely.' Trooper Radek bemoaned his current situation yet again, while maintaining a vigilant look ahead of him as he advanced in a fanned out line with the rest of his Cadian squad members.The Coming Storm6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
'Something fell from the skies, we just don't know what as of yet.' It came from one of the locals assigned to the company, a corporal by the name of Judith Kerman, a local scout seconded by the PDF to help the off-world forces get along more with the locals. From the sound of her voice she was sure of the unidentified object and that the suggestion that it was bogus nothing short of insulting.
'Sure thing darling, something fell from the skies. You bumpkins take everything way too serious.' Radek's tone was a mocking
Dral'kote Beskar'bor'adDral'kote Beskar'bor'ad3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Name: Dral'kote Gotal'yaim Beskar'bor'ad
Alias: Night Stalker
Eye Color: Brown/Green
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Born at the end of (Year and Event). The child was raised by Mandalorians parents on the planet Ordo.
Trained from the age of 5, he became a skilled technician and shadow warrior.
Training in the battle circle was something he did regularly. Working on his fathers Basalisk War Droid was something he enjoyed greatly.When he turned 16 he was sent into the desert as a test of survival.
Finding his way home no easy task. Fighting the heat, creatures and eventually making it to the jungle and home.
After completing this task, he was able to make his beskar'gam (helmet and armor).
Two years later his parents gave him gifts, after choosing to travel the galaxy.
His father gave him the modified Basilisk and his mother gave him her Verpine Sniper Rifle
SilenceBelow the roar of dancing waves,Silence6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Upon the breath of sorrow,
Within the dampened hearts of wretches,
Hopeless as the rain that drenches,
Fearless yet not cold to grief,
As sure as a tomorrow.
It sleeps within a weary heart,
Forgotten by the found,
For it is not a waking power,
Worshiped rightly by the dour,
No, it cannot quell the pain,
It seeks to thus expound.
Yet beyond these anxious feats
For those, the scattered wise,
It is as peaceful as the dance
Or the many muttered chants
Of those who seek to break it with,
Their loud and strangled cries.
Do not fear the empty whisper,
In the dark of night,
It hopes to tell you of your fears,
Yet beyond its cheerless sneers,
You may find your heart content,
Beyond imagined plight.
Serial CodeIt was cold out today, colder than usual anyway, it was always cold out here. He hadnt been home in five years now, but that didnt bother him, at least he was still alive. Unlike many others he was still breathing steam into the freezing atmosphere, still able to feel the bite of the wind on his face, and most importantly, still able to do his job.Serial Code7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Yes, he could still do that best, no matter where he was, he could still shoot to kill. It was his duty, and what he was told and trained to do. It was this skill that had managed to keep him alive for so long. Hed seen plenty of faces come and go. Friends get killed, or the lucky ones sent home without limbs. But after five years, he stopped paying attention to most of them, too sick of the pain, the sense of loss, and the rage.
When he was still fresh, it was duty that drove him, after a few months it became rage. Anger in
I Won't Be Alone AnymoreI've walked that lonely road;I Won't Be Alone Anymore4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
All my life I've closed the door.
Never calling out his name,
Never knowing there was more.
And the truth was all around me;
The evidence was clear.
Looked in all the wrong places,
But the answer was right here.
And now I won't be alone anymore.
I was lost and I was troubled;
I was drowning in despair.
I didn't know the reason,
And I said it wasn't fair.
I'd made my bed and slept in it;
Had no one else to blame,
And the more I tried to change it,
The more things stayed the same.
But now I won't be alone anymore.
No I won't be alone anymore.
Now my life belongs to Jesus,
And my road is filled with light.
He took me from the darkness,
With his power and his might.
His love shines all around me;
He's my savior and my friend.
He said he'd never leave me,
That his love would never end.
And now I won't be alone anymore.
No I won't be alone anymore.
I won't be alone anymore.
the twisted queenLooking up to the sky I know this life is over.the twisted queen5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
winds dance with the feilds of clover
My lips are laced with pioson and lies
the problems I faced caused this... just why?
Twisted rose vine creeps up my arm
Honestly I didnt want to cause him such harm
Old photograph ablum lays by the bed
I know there is nothing left to be said
I ended our relationship for him so why do I feel this way
if I had one last chance " I love you " I'd say
scattered papers lay on my desk , tear stained love notes
" whats done is done. whats broken cant be fixed" the cat quotes
silver knife grasped in hand
I can hope I can stand
locks of turqouise fall to the floor
tears taunt my eyes as I can hear the valkyerie knock
there is no way to excape if I run
Ill just be caught again and dragged out of the sun
" I WANT TO LIVE!! I want to work things out!" I yell
how long I can manage there is no way to tell
I know shes coming for me and I have no way out
still I desprately search for a route
queit tears glimmer in the
Shooter Shoot 'er Shoot HerShe says, "My mouth tastes like coins"Shooter Shoot 'er Shoot Her6 years ago in Other More Like This
How can you taste without any teeth
How can you taste if you've chewed off your tongue
Sew off your lips with copper thread
Hold shut your eyes while you're pushed off to sleep
You've got nothing to feel
There's nothing to see here
Ma'am, can you hear me? There's nothing to see here.
Maybe they'd find her if she had been kinder
Bleach and peroxide
Wet gloves and formaldehyde
If you deserved it, you'd get it
It's over, I promise
All of it's over
But unfortunately for you
It's six feet under
Scalpels with pieces you're starting to miss
I'd give them all back if you'd take it all back
It seems the two of us have reached an impasse
Cruelty comes in two separate ways
I'm the arms to your legs now
I think that we're done
How can they call it a wake if you're still asleep
I don't think so
I won't help you back up
I don't want you back here
Weight of GeniusWeight of Genius2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
WARNING: May collapse
under weight of own genius
at any moment
TRIAD - Nemesis Part 1All was quiet on the bridge of HIMS Havelock. By the ships clock, it was just passing 0250, so the relative silence was to be expected. While it was occasionally broken by the chattering of the computers, the flicking of toggle switches, the swishing of lightpens, and of course the constant hum of the reactors, relative silence was just how Lieutenant Clive Owens liked it.TRIAD - Nemesis Part 19 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
As the ships 4th Officer, Leftenant Owens always ended up pulling the graveyard watch. He didn't particularly mind, as it gave him time to think. The staff on his watch were quite agreeable, there were no jesters or wildcards stirring up trouble. They didn't even care about his colonial heritage, unlike the other officers. Most of his watch was made up of non-Martians, after all.
At the sound of boots walking on the metal floor, Owens turned. His second, Ensign Raab, was approaching from his station at the front of the bridge, where he oversaw Operations and Navigation. Owens himself oversaw Tactic
The Weight of Lies"If not for me, you would still have everything..."The Weight of Lies4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"But I would also be the person who is afraid to share their life with another."
She stood on the balcony, the wind rolling across the ocean waves below and lifting to capture dark curls in twists and tugs across her cheeks. Grey eyes stared into the endless darkness, crimson paths falling slow down her alabaster cheeks.
The dress was beautiful, elaborate embroidery woven over the finest ivory silk brocade. She smelled like roses, and she closed her eyes to will the wind to brush the scent from her skin, and the memories from her mind. Laughter carried beneath the chill, seeming distant despite the warm glow from the windows just below that cast out across the cliffs and the whitewash spray of waves against stone.
"It was never meant to end like this. It was just a snowball...that became an avalanche...and I love you. If you believe nothing else now, please believe that I love you."
It was a lie, the belief that
dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
The dynamic between core staff, volunteer staff, and the community can at times be pure quality dArama.
It's worth noting that for years I've worked pretty hard to remain neutral on community politics. Today, I'm going to shatter that concept.
Needless to say, I am extremely politically aware of the inner workings of the deviantART community. I read *a lot* of journals, comments, forums, chat rooms. I have fake accounts. I spy.
But I don't spend my time talking politics, instead I focus internally at deviantART designing technologies and implementing understandings with core staff to address the issues I see pop up.
It's time to take a moment to be a bit more petty.
In the inner workings of our politics exists the soul of deviantART. What is this place? What was it meant to do? What does it do? What could we do better? And it's the politics that give insight into how well the greater plan is running.
There's $core staff who are employees or contractors and work 8+
BlossomsBlossomsBlossoms4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They all blossom around me.
Their leaves are green
and their color so vivid.
They're facing the sun openly,
petals spread out,
embracing what awaits,
whether it be nature
or one another.
They stand tall,
joyfully looking up.
And here I am.
My petals have wilted
and my leaves are a rotten brown.
I stand slouching over
Looking down at my roots.
Why are they blossoming,
while I'm the only one who's dying?
The Fate of the BlasphemerThe Fate of the Blasphemer6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Kevin the Blasphemer, ruler of a thousand worlds, turned warily around the next corner and into a dark stone room. He was lost in an insane game of the gods, trapped in a maze of indefinite dimensions, a test of his faith. Stripped of all but his wit, he carried on. Slowly he felt his way through the dark, damp chamber. Then he heard it, the grinding of stone on stone, the closing of one door and opening of another.
Before him, light poured through the new opening, and he could see what appeared to be the outside world again. But then the image began to ripple and blur as if it was made of some sort of liquid. Out sprung the first of them.
What the fuck?!? said Kevin of the Rokitkas. It was a rat, and upon its back sat a Pygmy Leprechaun wielding a welding torch. Then to his dismay, Kevin noticed that a rocket launcher took the place of this rats face.