The rules of lifeThe rules of life, clone/marine style.The rules of life6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rule 1: Kill them before they kill you.
Rule 2: Dont believe what youre told, double check.
Rule 3: Three things you should never believe weather forecasts, the canteen menu, and intel.
Rule 4: Always double estimates. especially for number of enemy units.
Rule 5: Never be completely unreachable.
Rule 6: Always wear gloves at a crime scene.
Rule 7: Always be specific when you lie.
Rule 8: Never take anything for granted.
Rule 9: Always carry a knife.
Rule10: Never leave prisoners together. (makes it easier to escape)
Rule11: Its not stolen, just differently procured. (or confiscated)
Rule12: No plan survives contact with the enemy.
Rule13: Always have a plan B.
Rule14: Theres no such thing as coincidence.
Rule15: Always work as a team.
Rule16: Guilty until proven innocent.
Rule17: Always make sure theyre dead.
Rule18: Its better to seek forgiveness than ask permission.
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
SWtCW: Battlefield Christophsis pt. 2SWtCW: Battlefield Christophsis pt. 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Aboard Republic Assault Ship Jelial, Crystal City, Planet Christophsis
Kahan picked his head up and looked around the bridge of the assault ship with a frown.
“Is everyone alright?”
“We're fine General.”
Kahan looked to the clone officer. “Are there any casualties?”
“Still checking sir.”
“Find those in need of medical attention and assess the damage to the ship as best as you are able. Begin deploying our forces, we have a battle to fight.”
Kahan's comlink chimed. “This is Master Kahan.”
“Master Kahan, are you unharmed?” came Master Kenobi's voice.
“So it would seem, I am awaiting further assessment from the crew on the ship's status.”
“I may be able to save you the trouble. Your forward strut is crushed, the prow of the assault ship is imbedded into the ferrocrete.”
Kahan nodded his understanding. “Thank you Master Kenobi, then at least our egress ra
Nihilus--Part 4Nihilus--Part 43 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
If the Arabs...If the Arabs put down their weapons, there will be peace;If the Arabs...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if the Israelis put down their weapons, there will be no more Israel.
Fight antizionism & antisemitism
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.
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
Pacific Aerospace SF-19A/B PhoenixSpecifications: Pacific Aerospace SF-19A/B PhoenixPacific Aerospace SF-19A/B Phoenix2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Crew: 1: pilot
Length: 68 ft 4 in
Wingspan: 46 ft
Height: 16 ft 2 in
Wing area: 508 ft²
Empty weight: 29,522 lb (13,403 kg)
Loaded weight: 58,245 lb (26,443 kg)
Max takeoff weight: 73,265 lb (33,262 kg)
Powerplant: 2 × Fusion Propulsion Works TFE-2010-100 thermonuclear fusion engines
-Dry thrust: 22,025 lbf (98.01 kN) each
-Thrust with afterburner: 29,750 lbf (132.4 kN for -100) each
Fuel capacity: 15,020 lb (6,819 kg) internal
Maximum speed (atmosphere): Mach 5.4
Maximum speed (Space): 63 kps (kilometers per second) acceleration
High altitude: Mach 5.3+
Low altitude: Mach 4.7
Combat radius: 12,606 nmi (planetary)
Combat radius: 227,500 smi (spatial)
Ferry range: 5,880 mi (planetary)
Service ceiling: 60,000 ft
Rate of climb: >50,000 ft/min
Thrust/weight: 2.02 (-100)
Guns: 2 X Federal Optics Mk-205 high-energy laser cannons
1 X Interstellar Projectile Armaments Group Mk-
Wii Would Like to PlayLittle Susan B. stood staring at the thing before her in disbelief.Wii Would Like to Play4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Fat," she said. "I'm fat?"
"I'm a machine. Machines don't lie."
"But I'm ten."
"Ten and fat."
"But how can you tell? There's gotta be some mistake."
"Okay, kid, listen up. I've got your goddamn height and BMI right here. Right here inside me.
And according to my records, you suck at boxing, you suck at running, your physical age is that of a 48-year-old male and you suck at Brawl."
"Hey, you're being mean!"
"I'm not mean. I'm a machine. Can't take playing with me? If you don't like it then take yourself somewhere else and maybe go and play with the other babies outside in the sandbox. In the sun. With other actual humans. Like a sissy. Go ahead. You're obviously not man enough to play with this."
The Nintendo Wii puffed out his chest as little Susan B. ran away crying to the sandbox.
A short distance away, PS3 and 360 frowned disapprovingly. PS3 sighed.
"Man, I don't know what
Weight of GeniusWeight of Genius2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
WARNING: May collapse
under weight of own genius
at any moment
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?
War far from home War Far From HomeWar far from home7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Lak waited, fastened to the extremely uncomfortable chair. There was a surprisingly numerous amount of shaking in the drop ship. There with fifteen other men, they were just one of the of drop ships that had come to this desolate battle zone. The humans needed a new planet, so they sent in the Marine Core to give it to them. The beasts on this world were primitive, and seemed easy enough to kill, but if there was one thing Lak had learned in all his years of service, was to never underestimate an alien, no matter how primitive, or how small they may be. So far, they had encountered enemies with psychic powers, and some with the energy to burn a human inside out. Luckily, they did not have a large army, so with numbers they were able to swa