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We won. Didn't we comrades?''We won the war. Didn't we comrades?'' the hoars voice says, the man were an old war-veteran, ''we sure did comrade'' a laughing voice says, the voice comes from a pale but happy face. ''beat em Down we did! Ten to one! An we killed em all''More Like This
That's when a third voice speaks up, and that with a slap to the first. A short girl with long orange hair speaks. ''shut up. We didn't lose! We beat em so hard em died standin!'' she laughs as she holds her arm around the veteran and the pale one.
Long flowing orange hair, green eyes, freckles, even her arm are freckled. What a strange person to find in the war. Nevertheless. A good person. ''AH! HERE
The Ripper.Ronja let the dead wolfman go into the floor before she cleaned her hands again. ''Alright Sondre. You'r first lesion from me. What is the most distinguishing un-fitting part of this?'' Sondre stared at Ronja while she washed her hands and talked to him. ''The wolf-man in the closet?''More Like This
Ronja close the tap and dried her hands on her coat. ''No Sondre. The most un-fitting in this chase is that there are no empty cartridges after the bullets. Someone have taken all of them and made us not find the weapon.''
Sondre looked around himself. ''Damn you'r right. There isn't any cartridges anywhere!'' Upon which Ronja replied'' Let's hope the lab-cre
The story about Sonja.A sunny July day Sonja came to this world in an old leaking apartment block sat in the half-breed slums and the street was Tyridstreet.More Like This
From the apartment she lived. She even got a sister and a big brother. Her big brother was a silent and calm person who preferred to sit inside and write instead of being out in the street whit the rest of the boys.
Sonja had a carpet that was hers. It was not a particularly fine or soft carpet, old as it was. But it was her carpet.
Sigurd was the big brother of Sonja and a thinking soul. He wrote a lot and was two years older than Sonja. He used to tell Sonja and her friends stories about trolls, gnomes a
JUSTICE IN REDThe rain fall heavy on the streets and in the stronghold of RED. one of the larger Kennels the meeting was set. In the hall built around a ruined warehouse whit scrap metal, planks and other thrash that made the roof and most of the walls there stood a wolfman whit gray fur, yellow eyes and lots of painted politicaly marks.More Like This
Behind the wolfman was a large red star painted on the wall.
The crowd stood and watched while the leader of the meeting stood on a scene made of thrash metal and planks.
''THE ELVES ARE KEEPING US DOWN! THEY USE THE BRUTAL LECHER MERCHENARY COMPANY AS THEIR WALL AGAINST US! OUR CHILDREN DIES AT THE STREETS! OUR YOUNG
Woerner[Chapter 5] The wonderingAll three Woenijr stared at the old scavenged radio. ''What did it say?'' Lars asks when it's done. ''Invasion…. Same as the scale-less said once, remember the offworlder group that attacked and took the lands of the scale-less? The men clad in metal. They had an invasion, but they was also fought back by other metal-clad men.'' Gisj replied thinking.More Like This
''What was the thing he moved through? Blue and strange, like a desert wind it came, and like the mighty tornadoes it was.'' Per half-way asks and half-way talks to himself, upon which Gisj replies ''magic. Might be a Portal, I once heard of these, they said our anchestors could use these,
KING OF THE BLOODY HILL!The most precious plot of land on the earth. THE HILL. have seen more bloodsheed than any other place. For it have ben taken by many an army. From the Highly advanced forces of GROTH. To the underground and diverse forces of AOUFG. To conventional armies.dwarfs and even the walking dead. Have tried to take the hill. And this is one of the many storries around one battle of the hill. Written down by a new soldier of the AOUFG army. A Half-elf.More Like This
They said the village was empty. That everyone there was killed by GROTH. But as we marched into the village, we was met by stones, Bottles and gunfire.I and four soldiers ran to a house. The
Lent, 2013Everything in life seems to move according to a circular pattern. God has implanted throughout all creation a definitive synergy, a concrete rhythm. It has been supposed that we create our own patterns. It has been supposed that life has no meaning save for what scraps of hemmed in philosophy we sloppily throw together and shake up in the bag. As a child, through secular schooling, I was indoctrinated with that methodology – indirectly, of course. A direct assault on the senses would be regarded as somehow crass and vulgar. And so an indirect route is traversed.More Like This
Like with many families, my parents elected to allow me free reign over my religious development. As such, I became a moral ward of the State. Once I was scolded by my father for stealing as a small child. He put the fear of the Unknown God into me. Once, by my mother, for beating up another kid in preschool – what he did, or did not do, to deserve it, I cannot recall. Anyway. The point is that the liberal establishment was fre
We won. Didn't we comrades?''We won the war. Didn't we comrades?'' the hoars voice says, the man were an old war-veteran, ''we sure did comrade'' a laughing voice says, the voice comes from a pale but happy face. ''beat em Down we did! Ten to one! An we killed em all''More Like This
That's when a third voice speaks up, and that with a slap to the first. A short girl with long orange hair speaks. ''shut up. We didn't lose! We beat em so hard em died standin!'' she laughs as she holds her arm around the veteran and the pale one.
Long flowing orange hair, green eyes, freckles, even her arm are freckled. What a strange person to find in the war. Nevertheless. A good person. ''AH! HERE
PreservationThey caught it on tape, all the archaeologists and dust-- finally settling in the aftermath of a storm. History unveiled itself. The first, marred in shadow and cast in jade was an idol in an image of despair. The eyeless sacrifices of ritual killings lined the sand. The digger retracted with sorrow as though possessed, as though the warnings of locals were not headed and the curse on the tombs never lifted while the unspoken smell of dried blood filled their noses. Then, as stone met skull-- human remains or what remains to be seen of a lower caste. These were not crematory urns, they were desecrations of a most hallowed tradition. Among theMore Like This
the....sillynessHe walked down the street, the old man in his black coat going down to his knees, the light-blue denim trousers, the long grayening blonde hair, the combat boots, the leash and the dog. And the most spesific about him. The bittersweet song.More Like This
It were not sad for happiness, nor happy for sadness...it were...bitter. But still sweet. Sad but still a tad happy., sang in a language no-one understood, perhaps a lullaby? He never walked in daylight no more. He had once, but he had stopped walking in daylight, i can vaguely remember him walking in daylight. He claims someone came to him.
But he dont walk in sunlight no more.Not after what had happene
Silje and GENERAL DOOM.The man were bald, had red eyes, wearing a grey suit jacket over a black shirt, trousers like a general and wearing combat boots he stood staring out over the horde of evil minions that had gathered. After he had held his speech he held forth a traitor. Which he had turned into a naked busty girl with long silken soft blonde hair and sensitive skin. Then he picked up the girl and thrown her into the crowd before he walked out past the guards at the back of the scene.More Like This
A blonde-haired girl with flowing hair, a face filled with freckles, her eyes were green and she wore combat boots, tight denim trousers and a top with a lot of pocke
Frustrated ChristianSometimes Christians baffle me. I'm talking about a very specific group of Christians... a group that is much more prevalent and numerous than I want to believe. They want to draw souls to themselves, but they sneer and spit poison when they think no one was listening. They dominate the charity scene, but they pick and choose which people are deserving of their help. Not content to just cling to their faith, they choose to cling just as tightly to their behaviors, insisting that God is leading them so their behavior is right, no matter what anyone says. If any of these describe you, my message is for you.More Like This
You are sent to mirror the imag
The siblingsA half-elf driving a rusty picup drove toward a poastal half-track and blocked the way for the poastal half-track. The half-track stopped and an elf whit an assault rifle walked out, she had a ring in her left ear, her right ear seems to been damaged enough for them to amputate it around halfway up, only half her right ear were there. She seems to be around 19.More Like This
The half-elf walked out of the pick-up to meet her with no weapon. She aimed her assault rifle at him and the half-elf replied by holding forth a letter. The elven woman still aims her assault rifle and say ''What do you block my way for?'' upon which the half-elf say ''I need an addr
PE: BookbindingThis article is a short introduction to bookbinding, including information about bookbinding terms, methods, tutorials and a feature of beautiful handmade books.More Like ThisWhat is bookbinding?
We all have books at home, whether they be schoolbooks, novels, journals or sketchbooks. They might be paperbacks or hardbacks, though I'm guessing not many of you own hand-crafted books. With books being commonly used and readily available items today we forget that books are (or can be) works of art! Bookbinding is a craft especially cultivated in the Middle Ages, where books were still quite rare and expensive. The art of bookbinding has survived until today, although it is no longer necessary to bind books by hand, since we have machines that can do that for us. Nevertheless, a hand-made book is a beautiful thing, and has the special appeal of something unique.
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Tool for punching holes into paper, book boar
DOs and DON'Ts of CosplayDOs and DON’Ts of COSPLAYMore Like This
I’m pretty sure this needed to be done. I’m sick of the cosplay flame-wars that go on all over the internet, and I’m REALLY sick of nasty people.
Also, like my other ‘Dos and Don’ts’, don’t take this too seriously! It’s my opinion only, folks.
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1. DO – Make as much of your costume as possible. It will fit you better, it will look cool (assuming you or one of your friends/family can sew) and people will go “Dude, you made that yourself? Gnarly!”
Yes, there are some really good cosplay outfits on the internet, but then it kind of takes half the fun ou
Favorite imperial quotes.Da Sergeant Major asked me what my job was an' I said it was to, uh, do what I was told. He said I was a genius and gave me another medal. I likes da Imperial Guard!More Like This
-Nork Deddog, Ogryn Bodyguard
Though our tanks and artillery are mighty, it is the vast ranks of Imperial Guardsmen that shall trample the enemy to dust - let them come
I thought the acolytes of Khorne were supposed to be warriors, not a bunch of pansies.
– to a Khorne Berserker, during the Chaos attack on Adumbria
The reinforcements were greatly appreciated... erm, have you got any more?
-Colonel Strickland
Statistically, you will almost certainly die when assaulti
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