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Unfortunately, most of their spells are designed for combat. No teleportation or other magical transportation, and no astral projection or other magical communication. How does the mage get back to civilization, Castaway style?
I'd also love to hear about how they got *onto* the island in the first place, if you'd rat... | [WP] A battle mage is stranded on a desert island | Abercrombie felt his body settle into its present location almost molecule by molecule and remained perfectly still until he felt each one in place again. Slowly opening his eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't as bad as he feared. His punishment - banishment to some unknown realm might have been worse. M... | "Did I miscast?" Karl was about to send himself into the fray on the other side of the world to aid his comrades in battle. However he was shaken by a centaur war-runner and his spell fizzled into nothing.
"I have stolen the magics of the 9 great mages and I fail to utilize a simple teleportation spell!" He stalked ov... |
Unfortunately, most of their spells are designed for combat. No teleportation or other magical transportation, and no astral projection or other magical communication. How does the mage get back to civilization, Castaway style?
I'd also love to hear about how they got *onto* the island in the first place, if you'd rat... | [WP] A battle mage is stranded on a desert island | Whoops.
That was the last thing going through my head before a swarthy, thickly-built sailor clocked me over the head and left me on Boah's Point.
I sat under the shade of a palm tree, trying to defend myself from the rays of the sun as best I could. Having nothing else better to do, I thought. And thought. And thoug... | "Did I miscast?" Karl was about to send himself into the fray on the other side of the world to aid his comrades in battle. However he was shaken by a centaur war-runner and his spell fizzled into nothing.
"I have stolen the magics of the 9 great mages and I fail to utilize a simple teleportation spell!" He stalked ov... |
Unfortunately, most of their spells are designed for combat. No teleportation or other magical transportation, and no astral projection or other magical communication. How does the mage get back to civilization, Castaway style?
I'd also love to hear about how they got *onto* the island in the first place, if you'd rat... | [WP] A battle mage is stranded on a desert island | Oh God, what did I do to deserve this??!! It was bad enough to wake up to the most horrendous cloud of thick smoke I have ever seen in my life. I had to spend days heating up all the air around me just to make some winds to disperse this smoke. But when this smoke cleared up, it revealed that I am marooned on a deserte... | "Did I miscast?" Karl was about to send himself into the fray on the other side of the world to aid his comrades in battle. However he was shaken by a centaur war-runner and his spell fizzled into nothing.
"I have stolen the magics of the 9 great mages and I fail to utilize a simple teleportation spell!" He stalked ov... |
Unfortunately, most of their spells are designed for combat. No teleportation or other magical transportation, and no astral projection or other magical communication. How does the mage get back to civilization, Castaway style?
I'd also love to hear about how they got *onto* the island in the first place, if you'd rat... | [WP] A battle mage is stranded on a desert island | Well, this was...new.
Through the years, I'd found myself in countless, generally dire circumstances. There was that battle in the Hills of Erisad --we were outnumbered a hundred to one, but strength in numbers doesn't help against an utterly unbalanced mage able to integrate shielding, targeting, and absorptive dest... | "Did I miscast?" Karl was about to send himself into the fray on the other side of the world to aid his comrades in battle. However he was shaken by a centaur war-runner and his spell fizzled into nothing.
"I have stolen the magics of the 9 great mages and I fail to utilize a simple teleportation spell!" He stalked ov... |
Unfortunately, most of their spells are designed for combat. No teleportation or other magical transportation, and no astral projection or other magical communication. How does the mage get back to civilization, Castaway style?
I'd also love to hear about how they got *onto* the island in the first place, if you'd rat... | [WP] A battle mage is stranded on a desert island | It had been a glorious battle, one of my best if i do say so myself.
The evil Ser Rothwood had been a thorn in my side, literally and figuratively. I must admit that he did quite the number on the merchant vessel in which our standoff had taken place. I figured that if i had gotten him to sea, he would not be able t... | "Did I miscast?" Karl was about to send himself into the fray on the other side of the world to aid his comrades in battle. However he was shaken by a centaur war-runner and his spell fizzled into nothing.
"I have stolen the magics of the 9 great mages and I fail to utilize a simple teleportation spell!" He stalked ov... |
Unfortunately, most of their spells are designed for combat. No teleportation or other magical transportation, and no astral projection or other magical communication. How does the mage get back to civilization, Castaway style?
I'd also love to hear about how they got *onto* the island in the first place, if you'd rat... | [WP] A battle mage is stranded on a desert island | I sighed. There was nothing for it. I was going to have to start digging.
The island was... small. Possessed of only low brush, with no trees higher than my shoulders. No lumber, and a signal fire would quickly consume what scarce vegetation there was, and certainly kill off what little wildlife to be had for forage, ... | "Did I miscast?" Karl was about to send himself into the fray on the other side of the world to aid his comrades in battle. However he was shaken by a centaur war-runner and his spell fizzled into nothing.
"I have stolen the magics of the 9 great mages and I fail to utilize a simple teleportation spell!" He stalked ov... |
Unfortunately, most of their spells are designed for combat. No teleportation or other magical transportation, and no astral projection or other magical communication. How does the mage get back to civilization, Castaway style?
I'd also love to hear about how they got *onto* the island in the first place, if you'd rat... | [WP] A battle mage is stranded on a desert island | Aprika was lucky the blast didn't kill him.
He got up, pushing back the fallen tree trunk and gravel. *What a conniving witch.*
The fight had been even from the start. But at the end, Xirca cheated. A gesture of surrender turned to a knife in his back. Her explosion threw him out of the Grand Ship where the duel t... | "Did I miscast?" Karl was about to send himself into the fray on the other side of the world to aid his comrades in battle. However he was shaken by a centaur war-runner and his spell fizzled into nothing.
"I have stolen the magics of the 9 great mages and I fail to utilize a simple teleportation spell!" He stalked ov... |
Unfortunately, most of their spells are designed for combat. No teleportation or other magical transportation, and no astral projection or other magical communication. How does the mage get back to civilization, Castaway style?
I'd also love to hear about how they got *onto* the island in the first place, if you'd rat... | [WP] A battle mage is stranded on a desert island | Abercrombie felt his body settle into its present location almost molecule by molecule and remained perfectly still until he felt each one in place again. Slowly opening his eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't as bad as he feared. His punishment - banishment to some unknown realm might have been worse. M... | The battle raged around me as my men stormed the palace grounds. The sudden silence that thundered out the sounds of death rocked me, and I saw my men felt it too. Mages as we were, the twisting of reality shook us. See, while we mages called upon out natural energy, the pool of power we had inside us, the wizards t... |
Unfortunately, most of their spells are designed for combat. No teleportation or other magical transportation, and no astral projection or other magical communication. How does the mage get back to civilization, Castaway style?
I'd also love to hear about how they got *onto* the island in the first place, if you'd rat... | [WP] A battle mage is stranded on a desert island | Whoops.
That was the last thing going through my head before a swarthy, thickly-built sailor clocked me over the head and left me on Boah's Point.
I sat under the shade of a palm tree, trying to defend myself from the rays of the sun as best I could. Having nothing else better to do, I thought. And thought. And thoug... | The battle raged around me as my men stormed the palace grounds. The sudden silence that thundered out the sounds of death rocked me, and I saw my men felt it too. Mages as we were, the twisting of reality shook us. See, while we mages called upon out natural energy, the pool of power we had inside us, the wizards t... |
Unfortunately, most of their spells are designed for combat. No teleportation or other magical transportation, and no astral projection or other magical communication. How does the mage get back to civilization, Castaway style?
I'd also love to hear about how they got *onto* the island in the first place, if you'd rat... | [WP] A battle mage is stranded on a desert island | Oh God, what did I do to deserve this??!! It was bad enough to wake up to the most horrendous cloud of thick smoke I have ever seen in my life. I had to spend days heating up all the air around me just to make some winds to disperse this smoke. But when this smoke cleared up, it revealed that I am marooned on a deserte... | The battle raged around me as my men stormed the palace grounds. The sudden silence that thundered out the sounds of death rocked me, and I saw my men felt it too. Mages as we were, the twisting of reality shook us. See, while we mages called upon out natural energy, the pool of power we had inside us, the wizards t... |
Unfortunately, most of their spells are designed for combat. No teleportation or other magical transportation, and no astral projection or other magical communication. How does the mage get back to civilization, Castaway style?
I'd also love to hear about how they got *onto* the island in the first place, if you'd rat... | [WP] A battle mage is stranded on a desert island | Well, this was...new.
Through the years, I'd found myself in countless, generally dire circumstances. There was that battle in the Hills of Erisad --we were outnumbered a hundred to one, but strength in numbers doesn't help against an utterly unbalanced mage able to integrate shielding, targeting, and absorptive dest... | The battle raged around me as my men stormed the palace grounds. The sudden silence that thundered out the sounds of death rocked me, and I saw my men felt it too. Mages as we were, the twisting of reality shook us. See, while we mages called upon out natural energy, the pool of power we had inside us, the wizards t... |
Unfortunately, most of their spells are designed for combat. No teleportation or other magical transportation, and no astral projection or other magical communication. How does the mage get back to civilization, Castaway style?
I'd also love to hear about how they got *onto* the island in the first place, if you'd rat... | [WP] A battle mage is stranded on a desert island | Whoops.
That was the last thing going through my head before a swarthy, thickly-built sailor clocked me over the head and left me on Boah's Point.
I sat under the shade of a palm tree, trying to defend myself from the rays of the sun as best I could. Having nothing else better to do, I thought. And thought. And thoug... | The crystal told me the story, showed me their final moments. They would go to fight, and they would lose, as I told them they would. One does not become ruler of the world without being incredibly powerful, but they insisted, they said with the disappearance of his right hand man they could fight him, they left, I gav... |
Unfortunately, most of their spells are designed for combat. No teleportation or other magical transportation, and no astral projection or other magical communication. How does the mage get back to civilization, Castaway style?
I'd also love to hear about how they got *onto* the island in the first place, if you'd rat... | [WP] A battle mage is stranded on a desert island | Oh God, what did I do to deserve this??!! It was bad enough to wake up to the most horrendous cloud of thick smoke I have ever seen in my life. I had to spend days heating up all the air around me just to make some winds to disperse this smoke. But when this smoke cleared up, it revealed that I am marooned on a deserte... | The crystal told me the story, showed me their final moments. They would go to fight, and they would lose, as I told them they would. One does not become ruler of the world without being incredibly powerful, but they insisted, they said with the disappearance of his right hand man they could fight him, they left, I gav... |
Unfortunately, most of their spells are designed for combat. No teleportation or other magical transportation, and no astral projection or other magical communication. How does the mage get back to civilization, Castaway style?
I'd also love to hear about how they got *onto* the island in the first place, if you'd rat... | [WP] A battle mage is stranded on a desert island | Well, this was...new.
Through the years, I'd found myself in countless, generally dire circumstances. There was that battle in the Hills of Erisad --we were outnumbered a hundred to one, but strength in numbers doesn't help against an utterly unbalanced mage able to integrate shielding, targeting, and absorptive dest... | The crystal told me the story, showed me their final moments. They would go to fight, and they would lose, as I told them they would. One does not become ruler of the world without being incredibly powerful, but they insisted, they said with the disappearance of his right hand man they could fight him, they left, I gav... |
Unfortunately, most of their spells are designed for combat. No teleportation or other magical transportation, and no astral projection or other magical communication. How does the mage get back to civilization, Castaway style?
I'd also love to hear about how they got *onto* the island in the first place, if you'd rat... | [WP] A battle mage is stranded on a desert island | Abercrombie felt his body settle into its present location almost molecule by molecule and remained perfectly still until he felt each one in place again. Slowly opening his eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't as bad as he feared. His punishment - banishment to some unknown realm might have been worse. M... | There comes a moment in life when life begins taking things away. In time life no longer offers anything and the dead outnumber the living. The mind no longer accepts new faces or places. On arrival to a new place there nothing new and the people, the streets, the shops are what have already known. Each contortion of ... |
Unfortunately, most of their spells are designed for combat. No teleportation or other magical transportation, and no astral projection or other magical communication. How does the mage get back to civilization, Castaway style?
I'd also love to hear about how they got *onto* the island in the first place, if you'd rat... | [WP] A battle mage is stranded on a desert island | Whoops.
That was the last thing going through my head before a swarthy, thickly-built sailor clocked me over the head and left me on Boah's Point.
I sat under the shade of a palm tree, trying to defend myself from the rays of the sun as best I could. Having nothing else better to do, I thought. And thought. And thoug... | There comes a moment in life when life begins taking things away. In time life no longer offers anything and the dead outnumber the living. The mind no longer accepts new faces or places. On arrival to a new place there nothing new and the people, the streets, the shops are what have already known. Each contortion of ... |
Unfortunately, most of their spells are designed for combat. No teleportation or other magical transportation, and no astral projection or other magical communication. How does the mage get back to civilization, Castaway style?
I'd also love to hear about how they got *onto* the island in the first place, if you'd rat... | [WP] A battle mage is stranded on a desert island | Oh God, what did I do to deserve this??!! It was bad enough to wake up to the most horrendous cloud of thick smoke I have ever seen in my life. I had to spend days heating up all the air around me just to make some winds to disperse this smoke. But when this smoke cleared up, it revealed that I am marooned on a deserte... | There comes a moment in life when life begins taking things away. In time life no longer offers anything and the dead outnumber the living. The mind no longer accepts new faces or places. On arrival to a new place there nothing new and the people, the streets, the shops are what have already known. Each contortion of ... |
Unfortunately, most of their spells are designed for combat. No teleportation or other magical transportation, and no astral projection or other magical communication. How does the mage get back to civilization, Castaway style?
I'd also love to hear about how they got *onto* the island in the first place, if you'd rat... | [WP] A battle mage is stranded on a desert island | Well, this was...new.
Through the years, I'd found myself in countless, generally dire circumstances. There was that battle in the Hills of Erisad --we were outnumbered a hundred to one, but strength in numbers doesn't help against an utterly unbalanced mage able to integrate shielding, targeting, and absorptive dest... | There comes a moment in life when life begins taking things away. In time life no longer offers anything and the dead outnumber the living. The mind no longer accepts new faces or places. On arrival to a new place there nothing new and the people, the streets, the shops are what have already known. Each contortion of ... |
Unfortunately, most of their spells are designed for combat. No teleportation or other magical transportation, and no astral projection or other magical communication. How does the mage get back to civilization, Castaway style?
I'd also love to hear about how they got *onto* the island in the first place, if you'd rat... | [WP] A battle mage is stranded on a desert island | It had been a glorious battle, one of my best if i do say so myself.
The evil Ser Rothwood had been a thorn in my side, literally and figuratively. I must admit that he did quite the number on the merchant vessel in which our standoff had taken place. I figured that if i had gotten him to sea, he would not be able t... | There comes a moment in life when life begins taking things away. In time life no longer offers anything and the dead outnumber the living. The mind no longer accepts new faces or places. On arrival to a new place there nothing new and the people, the streets, the shops are what have already known. Each contortion of ... |
Unfortunately, most of their spells are designed for combat. No teleportation or other magical transportation, and no astral projection or other magical communication. How does the mage get back to civilization, Castaway style?
I'd also love to hear about how they got *onto* the island in the first place, if you'd rat... | [WP] A battle mage is stranded on a desert island | I sighed. There was nothing for it. I was going to have to start digging.
The island was... small. Possessed of only low brush, with no trees higher than my shoulders. No lumber, and a signal fire would quickly consume what scarce vegetation there was, and certainly kill off what little wildlife to be had for forage, ... | There comes a moment in life when life begins taking things away. In time life no longer offers anything and the dead outnumber the living. The mind no longer accepts new faces or places. On arrival to a new place there nothing new and the people, the streets, the shops are what have already known. Each contortion of ... |
Unfortunately, most of their spells are designed for combat. No teleportation or other magical transportation, and no astral projection or other magical communication. How does the mage get back to civilization, Castaway style?
I'd also love to hear about how they got *onto* the island in the first place, if you'd rat... | [WP] A battle mage is stranded on a desert island | It had been a glorious battle, one of my best if i do say so myself.
The evil Ser Rothwood had been a thorn in my side, literally and figuratively. I must admit that he did quite the number on the merchant vessel in which our standoff had taken place. I figured that if i had gotten him to sea, he would not be able t... | *Slash*
*Sizzle*
My enemy, now in four gerrymandered pieces, lay crying on the ground in front of me. I spared his internal organs and sealed his wounds with fire. He should be able to live for at least another day. That was good, I needed him alive.
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Now, before you start accusing me of being a cold psychop... |
Unfortunately, most of their spells are designed for combat. No teleportation or other magical transportation, and no astral projection or other magical communication. How does the mage get back to civilization, Castaway style?
I'd also love to hear about how they got *onto* the island in the first place, if you'd rat... | [WP] A battle mage is stranded on a desert island | I sighed. There was nothing for it. I was going to have to start digging.
The island was... small. Possessed of only low brush, with no trees higher than my shoulders. No lumber, and a signal fire would quickly consume what scarce vegetation there was, and certainly kill off what little wildlife to be had for forage, ... | *Slash*
*Sizzle*
My enemy, now in four gerrymandered pieces, lay crying on the ground in front of me. I spared his internal organs and sealed his wounds with fire. He should be able to live for at least another day. That was good, I needed him alive.
-------
Now, before you start accusing me of being a cold psychop... |
Unfortunately, most of their spells are designed for combat. No teleportation or other magical transportation, and no astral projection or other magical communication. How does the mage get back to civilization, Castaway style?
I'd also love to hear about how they got *onto* the island in the first place, if you'd rat... | [WP] A battle mage is stranded on a desert island | ######[](#dropcap)
"For King, for Morrow, and for the prize!"
The sailors and marines of the *HMS Undaunted* cheered with gleaming cutlass and pike, the bonny blue flag and golden swan of Cygnar streaming above them on the main mast. Their foe, a foul pirate brig was a ragged thing, its black stained sails tattered a... | *Slash*
*Sizzle*
My enemy, now in four gerrymandered pieces, lay crying on the ground in front of me. I spared his internal organs and sealed his wounds with fire. He should be able to live for at least another day. That was good, I needed him alive.
-------
Now, before you start accusing me of being a cold psychop... |
Unfortunately, most of their spells are designed for combat. No teleportation or other magical transportation, and no astral projection or other magical communication. How does the mage get back to civilization, Castaway style?
I'd also love to hear about how they got *onto* the island in the first place, if you'd rat... | [WP] A battle mage is stranded on a desert island | Aprika was lucky the blast didn't kill him.
He got up, pushing back the fallen tree trunk and gravel. *What a conniving witch.*
The fight had been even from the start. But at the end, Xirca cheated. A gesture of surrender turned to a knife in his back. Her explosion threw him out of the Grand Ship where the duel t... | *Slash*
*Sizzle*
My enemy, now in four gerrymandered pieces, lay crying on the ground in front of me. I spared his internal organs and sealed his wounds with fire. He should be able to live for at least another day. That was good, I needed him alive.
-------
Now, before you start accusing me of being a cold psychop... |
Unfortunately, most of their spells are designed for combat. No teleportation or other magical transportation, and no astral projection or other magical communication. How does the mage get back to civilization, Castaway style?
I'd also love to hear about how they got *onto* the island in the first place, if you'd rat... | [WP] A battle mage is stranded on a desert island | I sighed. There was nothing for it. I was going to have to start digging.
The island was... small. Possessed of only low brush, with no trees higher than my shoulders. No lumber, and a signal fire would quickly consume what scarce vegetation there was, and certainly kill off what little wildlife to be had for forage, ... | It had been a glorious battle, one of my best if i do say so myself.
The evil Ser Rothwood had been a thorn in my side, literally and figuratively. I must admit that he did quite the number on the merchant vessel in which our standoff had taken place. I figured that if i had gotten him to sea, he would not be able t... |
Unfortunately, most of their spells are designed for combat. No teleportation or other magical transportation, and no astral projection or other magical communication. How does the mage get back to civilization, Castaway style?
I'd also love to hear about how they got *onto* the island in the first place, if you'd rat... | [WP] A battle mage is stranded on a desert island | Aprika was lucky the blast didn't kill him.
He got up, pushing back the fallen tree trunk and gravel. *What a conniving witch.*
The fight had been even from the start. But at the end, Xirca cheated. A gesture of surrender turned to a knife in his back. Her explosion threw him out of the Grand Ship where the duel t... | ######[](#dropcap)
"For King, for Morrow, and for the prize!"
The sailors and marines of the *HMS Undaunted* cheered with gleaming cutlass and pike, the bonny blue flag and golden swan of Cygnar streaming above them on the main mast. Their foe, a foul pirate brig was a ragged thing, its black stained sails tattered a... |
Unfortunately, most of their spells are designed for combat. No teleportation or other magical transportation, and no astral projection or other magical communication. How does the mage get back to civilization, Castaway style?
I'd also love to hear about how they got *onto* the island in the first place, if you'd rat... | [WP] A battle mage is stranded on a desert island | Westen's brow furrowed as he concentrated on his task. His left palm felt the searing heat of fire, years of training numbing him to any pain it might cause, his right palm felt a cool chill of the darkest winter. Before him salt water bubbled up from a iron pot he had salvaged from the ship wreck. Above the pot, a mis... | Liliana Icemagus was exactly what her surname implied. She was an ice-mage, a mage specializing in all things related to frozen water. Which was a shame, really, because she was sort of in a desert.
She thought it was a kind of divine irony, really. One moment, she was in the midst of a pitched battle over some unicor... |
[WP] Everyone has the ability to transform into their spirit machine once they are 14. Your spirit machine is a fully stocked and fully fueled F-22 Fighter jet. | The parents are still sobbing when the pair enter the darkened room. A cheap laptop on the table, blankets on the bed thrown across the room, and of course, the gigantic gaping hole in the wall next to it.
Tayes carefully tiptoes around the scattered debris, sticks his head out into the night sky. 'Damn. I heard abou... | *"Off to blue yonder!"*
*I flip the ignition, but miss,*
*ejecting instead...* | |
[WP] Knowledge is genetically passed from parent to child but they don't remember the event that supplied that knowledge. (Ex. Fire is hot) You are an orphan and never knew your parents. The government is about to launch the first manned shuttle to mars. You know something malevolent waits for us. | I know things, It's what separates me from the others.
I don't know a lot of things as well, but what I do consider to be my knowledge has helped me become the man I am today. It has brought me up from the orphanage to a seat on the board of NASA. Because you see, there's one specific thing I've known. And that one sp... | I am a prophet.
I can predict the future. That's what I do.
I am not a bogus prophet. I am the real thing.
And I am telling you that there is something bad there.
Something absolutely horrible.
A monster, of some sort, if it could even be called that. It cannot be comprehended. Thinking about it makes me shiver. T... | |
[WP] "A world where cities are built on giant beasts. No longer must people be subject to the whims of nature." (see picture inside) | Eirc stared at the lumbering beast glacially making his way south, the citizens on its back fleeing the impending winter about to descend upon the region.
It was about two or three footfalls away, at which point his mission would begin. Eirc could scarcely believe he was about to embark on something that would destro... | The ocean below has been far too dangerous for Gelding activity for as far back as known history extends. It houses strange giant violent creatures. It is known.
Our God created us 4400 years ago. It is from that moment or as we call it, The Rebirth, that we date as the beginning of time. No Geldings have been cre... | |
[WP] You are an innkeeper in an RPG and get yelled at because sleeping there does not heal wounds. | **Foreword: Instead of writing from the Innkeeper's perspective, this piece is set in an inn where sleeping doesn't heal wounds, from the perspective of an adventurer.**
The inn was everything I had expected. Large moustached gentlemen behind the bar serving ale, check. Lute-playing bard singing a song about a knight’... | INT. THE LONG KISS, GOOD KNIGHT BED & BREAKFAST – MORNING
A CLAY POT smashes against a wall. MERCILIOUS, pompous and enraged knight, throws another pot at FRANK, the annoyed and calm proprietor.
FRANK
And for the last time, I told you we don’t
opera... | |
[WP] You are an innkeeper in an RPG and get yelled at because sleeping there does not heal wounds. | I knew it was going to be a day when I got in. Full house the night before- a true full-sell, mind you, with no rooms dropped for housekeeping or maintenance- and it was one quarter convention guests (Potion Peddlers Ltd) and three-quarters leisure/adventurer. In a hundred room inn that means twenty five rooms of guara... | INT. THE LONG KISS, GOOD KNIGHT BED & BREAKFAST – MORNING
A CLAY POT smashes against a wall. MERCILIOUS, pompous and enraged knight, throws another pot at FRANK, the annoyed and calm proprietor.
FRANK
And for the last time, I told you we don’t
opera... | |
[WP] You are an innkeeper in an RPG and get yelled at because sleeping there does not heal wounds. | The night before was a blur of blades and teeth, screams and shouts, rage and silence. I heard the commotion, at least it was outside the walls. Of course in my business, what starts outside the walls darkens my doorway soon enough.
She stumbled in, bleeding and torn. I could tell by her garb she was a healer. They ne... | INT. THE LONG KISS, GOOD KNIGHT BED & BREAKFAST – MORNING
A CLAY POT smashes against a wall. MERCILIOUS, pompous and enraged knight, throws another pot at FRANK, the annoyed and calm proprietor.
FRANK
And for the last time, I told you we don’t
opera... | |
[WP] You are an innkeeper in an RPG and get yelled at because sleeping there does not heal wounds. | **Foreword: Instead of writing from the Innkeeper's perspective, this piece is set in an inn where sleeping doesn't heal wounds, from the perspective of an adventurer.**
The inn was everything I had expected. Large moustached gentlemen behind the bar serving ale, check. Lute-playing bard singing a song about a knight’... | "Hey, I want my money back!"
The innkeeper looked up from the stein he was wiping. A man wearing leather armor with an unnaturally twisted arm glared at him. An elf and two dwarves stood behind him, apparently the man's companions.
"Hey, you speak Common? I want a refund. Resting here didn't heal my broken arm," ... | |
[WP] You are an innkeeper in an RPG and get yelled at because sleeping there does not heal wounds. | I knew it was going to be a day when I got in. Full house the night before- a true full-sell, mind you, with no rooms dropped for housekeeping or maintenance- and it was one quarter convention guests (Potion Peddlers Ltd) and three-quarters leisure/adventurer. In a hundred room inn that means twenty five rooms of guara... | "Hey, I want my money back!"
The innkeeper looked up from the stein he was wiping. A man wearing leather armor with an unnaturally twisted arm glared at him. An elf and two dwarves stood behind him, apparently the man's companions.
"Hey, you speak Common? I want a refund. Resting here didn't heal my broken arm," ... | |
[WP] You are an innkeeper in an RPG and get yelled at because sleeping there does not heal wounds. | I knew it was going to be a day when I got in. Full house the night before- a true full-sell, mind you, with no rooms dropped for housekeeping or maintenance- and it was one quarter convention guests (Potion Peddlers Ltd) and three-quarters leisure/adventurer. In a hundred room inn that means twenty five rooms of guara... | I heard the man enter in, hobbling, struggling on his left leg. I know of his type. I used to be an adventurer too, until I took an arrow to the knee.
The rough man approached me by the counter and asked "Do you have a room?"
I replied; "I have the room, if you have the coin." The man handed me over 10 delightful go... | |
[WP] You are an innkeeper in an RPG and get yelled at because sleeping there does not heal wounds. | The night before was a blur of blades and teeth, screams and shouts, rage and silence. I heard the commotion, at least it was outside the walls. Of course in my business, what starts outside the walls darkens my doorway soon enough.
She stumbled in, bleeding and torn. I could tell by her garb she was a healer. They ne... | Pale skin, wet to the touch, with clear signs of infection and fever, a "Hero" confronted me... "Like, WTF man! My leg... It didn't reattach and it's as rotten as ever, what kind of scam are you running here? I paid my fee, and BY GOD, I EXPECT TO AWAKE HEALED!"
Without patience by this point, I lashed out. "Do I r... | |
[WP] You are an innkeeper in an RPG and get yelled at because sleeping there does not heal wounds. | "Good morning. How's it hangin'?"
I felt my teeth gnash together at the sound of that druggie's voice, that stupid smile plastered on his face. "Get back to work, Fred." The Hotel Rexford wasn't gonna fix itself.
His smile disappeared until he turned around and saw the blue vault suit wearing drifter come down th... | Pale skin, wet to the touch, with clear signs of infection and fever, a "Hero" confronted me... "Like, WTF man! My leg... It didn't reattach and it's as rotten as ever, what kind of scam are you running here? I paid my fee, and BY GOD, I EXPECT TO AWAKE HEALED!"
Without patience by this point, I lashed out. "Do I r... | |
[WP] You are an innkeeper in an RPG and get yelled at because sleeping there does not heal wounds. | "Good morning. How's it hangin'?"
I felt my teeth gnash together at the sound of that druggie's voice, that stupid smile plastered on his face. "Get back to work, Fred." The Hotel Rexford wasn't gonna fix itself.
His smile disappeared until he turned around and saw the blue vault suit wearing drifter come down th... | "What the hell? I rested here, why didn't I get full health?" He seemed to say it more to himself than to me. "Hey! Keeper!"
"Yes?" My voice drawled out in feigned sleepyness.
"Your inn sucks. Doesn't heal."
I frowned. "Hmm. Try it again."
"Hah! Trying for more cash?"
"Foods' not cheap, friend. I'll split the cost... | |
[WP] You are an innkeeper in an RPG and get yelled at because sleeping there does not heal wounds. | "You what."
"How come my wounds haven't healed? It is an RPG, and that was clearly an Extended Rest."
"Not quite. The sleeping system I'm using is a homebrew ruleset: you can recover from effects and minor wounds dependant on a good die roll, but health... You'll need to replenish that the slow way. No healing potion... | "What the hell? I rested here, why didn't I get full health?" He seemed to say it more to himself than to me. "Hey! Keeper!"
"Yes?" My voice drawled out in feigned sleepyness.
"Your inn sucks. Doesn't heal."
I frowned. "Hmm. Try it again."
"Hah! Trying for more cash?"
"Foods' not cheap, friend. I'll split the cost... | |
[WP] You are an innkeeper in an RPG and get yelled at because sleeping there does not heal wounds. | "Good morning. How's it hangin'?"
I felt my teeth gnash together at the sound of that druggie's voice, that stupid smile plastered on his face. "Get back to work, Fred." The Hotel Rexford wasn't gonna fix itself.
His smile disappeared until he turned around and saw the blue vault suit wearing drifter come down th... | We're inside of an inn. It's an old crapshack made of rotting wood and rusted metal. Some random barrels fill the corners. Ishtard stands behind the counter reading a newspaper article entitled, "Shroom season approaches, watch for strange activity".
"Excuse me, sir," says a voice.
"Would you like to buy some... | |
[WP] You are an innkeeper in an RPG and get yelled at because sleeping there does not heal wounds. | "You what."
"How come my wounds haven't healed? It is an RPG, and that was clearly an Extended Rest."
"Not quite. The sleeping system I'm using is a homebrew ruleset: you can recover from effects and minor wounds dependant on a good die roll, but health... You'll need to replenish that the slow way. No healing potion... | We're inside of an inn. It's an old crapshack made of rotting wood and rusted metal. Some random barrels fill the corners. Ishtard stands behind the counter reading a newspaper article entitled, "Shroom season approaches, watch for strange activity".
"Excuse me, sir," says a voice.
"Would you like to buy some... | |
[WP] You are an innkeeper in an RPG and get yelled at because sleeping there does not heal wounds. | He stumbled into the inn, leg armor coated in blood from the lower left side of his abdomen. I muttered under my breath. "Okay."
"How much for a night?" he asked me, almost breathlessly. You could see the pain in his face, minor muscles twisting and contorting as he tried to keep his composure. I could hear sharp exha... | Title: It Always Worked Before
"I'M STILL BLEEDING OUT."
"I don't know what to tell ya I just have a bunch of beds," said the Innkeeper.
The bleeding man's agonized cries persisted. He writhed on the bed and was wearing some type of light armor. There was blood all over the bedsheets and there was a trail along t... | |
[WP] You are an innkeeper in an RPG and get yelled at because sleeping there does not heal wounds. | "Greetings travelers. Could I interest you with a room? Only 120 gil a night." I smiled cheerfully at the man who stands by the disk. That man must be a true Hero. He has that look about him. Unlike the rest of the rugged travelers.
"No. I already slept here, but my wounds haven't healed. I think there is something wr... | Title: It Always Worked Before
"I'M STILL BLEEDING OUT."
"I don't know what to tell ya I just have a bunch of beds," said the Innkeeper.
The bleeding man's agonized cries persisted. He writhed on the bed and was wearing some type of light armor. There was blood all over the bedsheets and there was a trail along t... | |
[WP] You are an innkeeper in an RPG and get yelled at because sleeping there does not heal wounds. | "Do you see this??" the Lone Survivor roared, pointing to his left arm which was dangling limply at his side. There were white bones jutting out from the elbow, and trickles of dried blood had marked his forearm with black streaks.
I did my best not to vomit. "It... ugh... looks like you could use a doctor."
"I used... | Title: It Always Worked Before
"I'M STILL BLEEDING OUT."
"I don't know what to tell ya I just have a bunch of beds," said the Innkeeper.
The bleeding man's agonized cries persisted. He writhed on the bed and was wearing some type of light armor. There was blood all over the bedsheets and there was a trail along t... | |
[WP] You are an innkeeper in an RPG and get yelled at because sleeping there does not heal wounds. | "Greetings travelers. Could I interest you with a room? Only 120 gil a night." I smiled cheerfully at the man who stands by the disk. That man must be a true Hero. He has that look about him. Unlike the rest of the rugged travelers.
"No. I already slept here, but my wounds haven't healed. I think there is something wr... | He stumbled into the inn, leg armor coated in blood from the lower left side of his abdomen. I muttered under my breath. "Okay."
"How much for a night?" he asked me, almost breathlessly. You could see the pain in his face, minor muscles twisting and contorting as he tried to keep his composure. I could hear sharp exha... | |
[WP] You are an innkeeper in an RPG and get yelled at because sleeping there does not heal wounds. | "Greetings travelers. Could I interest you with a room? Only 120 gil a night." I smiled cheerfully at the man who stands by the disk. That man must be a true Hero. He has that look about him. Unlike the rest of the rugged travelers.
"No. I already slept here, but my wounds haven't healed. I think there is something wr... | 'So, let me get this straight - instead of going to a House of Healing or using a potion of health, in spite of the fact that nearly all of you are crippled with injury... you thought you could save money by *renting a room in an inn?!*'
'Why, yes I did - that's what happens in all other games, why not this one?'
'Be... | |
[WP] You are an innkeeper in an RPG and get yelled at because sleeping there does not heal wounds. | "Delphine runs the inn. I cook. Ain't much else to tell."
The traveler stands in front of me, Bosmer, his eyes a deep orange. He'd come in late last night, asking for a room. I'd gladly obliged, he'd paid the fare of ten septims, and went straight to his room. There didn't seem to be any problems, and yet now his eyes... | 'So, let me get this straight - instead of going to a House of Healing or using a potion of health, in spite of the fact that nearly all of you are crippled with injury... you thought you could save money by *renting a room in an inn?!*'
'Why, yes I did - that's what happens in all other games, why not this one?'
'Be... | |
[WP] You are an innkeeper in an RPG and get yelled at because sleeping there does not heal wounds. | "Do you see this??" the Lone Survivor roared, pointing to his left arm which was dangling limply at his side. There were white bones jutting out from the elbow, and trickles of dried blood had marked his forearm with black streaks.
I did my best not to vomit. "It... ugh... looks like you could use a doctor."
"I used... | 'So, let me get this straight - instead of going to a House of Healing or using a potion of health, in spite of the fact that nearly all of you are crippled with injury... you thought you could save money by *renting a room in an inn?!*'
'Why, yes I did - that's what happens in all other games, why not this one?'
'Be... | |
[WP] You are an innkeeper in an RPG and get yelled at because sleeping there does not heal wounds. | "Do you see this??" the Lone Survivor roared, pointing to his left arm which was dangling limply at his side. There were white bones jutting out from the elbow, and trickles of dried blood had marked his forearm with black streaks.
I did my best not to vomit. "It... ugh... looks like you could use a doctor."
"I used... | "Delphine runs the inn. I cook. Ain't much else to tell."
The traveler stands in front of me, Bosmer, his eyes a deep orange. He'd come in late last night, asking for a room. I'd gladly obliged, he'd paid the fare of ten septims, and went straight to his room. There didn't seem to be any problems, and yet now his eyes... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | It's gone quiet for a whiles now. Doubt that's good. No good ever comes from the quiet 'cept in space, and even then it's only a matter of time before you go cold and choke on vacuum. Ain't nothing out there but empty, so there's no sound. Down here, crawlin' in the stew what forms from blood and mud, stillness means o... | I slept strangely well. No blast, no scream, no faces. Slept so well I wonder if it was my final. Perhaps it would have been better if it was my final. For there will be more blast, more screams, and more faces today.
I came here to protect my country, to liberate the oppressed, to right what is wrong. That is what I ... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | Today sucked. We woke up this morning to run through some drills, but the dust storm choked out nearly every piece of equipment that we needed to use. So instead we had to sit through an entire afternoon of PowerPoint presentations. We were still brushing off dust while sitting in the chairs. You can even feel it in yo... | I slept strangely well. No blast, no scream, no faces. Slept so well I wonder if it was my final. Perhaps it would have been better if it was my final. For there will be more blast, more screams, and more faces today.
I came here to protect my country, to liberate the oppressed, to right what is wrong. That is what I ... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | TUESDAY, APRIL 30, 1983
LUXEMBOURG CITY
The going has been tough, there is no doubting that. Ever since we entered Luxembourg the Reds have really buckled down on us. Two days ago, it took us almost forty eight hours to clear the Royal Palace. Fucking brutal shit, the place is a mess now, between our looting and the S... | I slept strangely well. No blast, no scream, no faces. Slept so well I wonder if it was my final. Perhaps it would have been better if it was my final. For there will be more blast, more screams, and more faces today.
I came here to protect my country, to liberate the oppressed, to right what is wrong. That is what I ... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | *A diary entry. It's a bit waterlogged from the pond water, but still legible. Found on: Soldier's body, Grant Lake.*
It's been so long since it was quiet. All day, all night, gunshots were always around our ears. We fought enemies of the other side, and on the inside. We found things about ourselves that created frie... | I slept strangely well. No blast, no scream, no faces. Slept so well I wonder if it was my final. Perhaps it would have been better if it was my final. For there will be more blast, more screams, and more faces today.
I came here to protect my country, to liberate the oppressed, to right what is wrong. That is what I ... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | Last night I had a dream.
We were with a few of the translators and we were clearing a village, going house to house. Except the houses were all connected - we never came out on to the street. It was always just another court yard or an alley. Like a labyrinth, except broken up every once and a while by doors and no m... | I slept strangely well. No blast, no scream, no faces. Slept so well I wonder if it was my final. Perhaps it would have been better if it was my final. For there will be more blast, more screams, and more faces today.
I came here to protect my country, to liberate the oppressed, to right what is wrong. That is what I ... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | Today sucked. We woke up this morning to run through some drills, but the dust storm choked out nearly every piece of equipment that we needed to use. So instead we had to sit through an entire afternoon of PowerPoint presentations. We were still brushing off dust while sitting in the chairs. You can even feel it in yo... | 30th June, 1916
I'm tired. I'm tired of sitting in this trench, in this mud. I'm tired of eating soggy crackers. I'm tired of the constant explosions from enemy shells. I'm tired of losing friends. Friends, thats a funny word now. I can't remember the last time I sat down, had a beer, and shot the shit with anyone. I ... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | TUESDAY, APRIL 30, 1983
LUXEMBOURG CITY
The going has been tough, there is no doubting that. Ever since we entered Luxembourg the Reds have really buckled down on us. Two days ago, it took us almost forty eight hours to clear the Royal Palace. Fucking brutal shit, the place is a mess now, between our looting and the S... | 30th June, 1916
I'm tired. I'm tired of sitting in this trench, in this mud. I'm tired of eating soggy crackers. I'm tired of the constant explosions from enemy shells. I'm tired of losing friends. Friends, thats a funny word now. I can't remember the last time I sat down, had a beer, and shot the shit with anyone. I ... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | *A diary entry. It's a bit waterlogged from the pond water, but still legible. Found on: Soldier's body, Grant Lake.*
It's been so long since it was quiet. All day, all night, gunshots were always around our ears. We fought enemies of the other side, and on the inside. We found things about ourselves that created frie... | 30th June, 1916
I'm tired. I'm tired of sitting in this trench, in this mud. I'm tired of eating soggy crackers. I'm tired of the constant explosions from enemy shells. I'm tired of losing friends. Friends, thats a funny word now. I can't remember the last time I sat down, had a beer, and shot the shit with anyone. I ... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | Last night I had a dream.
We were with a few of the translators and we were clearing a village, going house to house. Except the houses were all connected - we never came out on to the street. It was always just another court yard or an alley. Like a labyrinth, except broken up every once and a while by doors and no m... | 30th June, 1916
I'm tired. I'm tired of sitting in this trench, in this mud. I'm tired of eating soggy crackers. I'm tired of the constant explosions from enemy shells. I'm tired of losing friends. Friends, thats a funny word now. I can't remember the last time I sat down, had a beer, and shot the shit with anyone. I ... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | Today sucked. We woke up this morning to run through some drills, but the dust storm choked out nearly every piece of equipment that we needed to use. So instead we had to sit through an entire afternoon of PowerPoint presentations. We were still brushing off dust while sitting in the chairs. You can even feel it in yo... | June 1st.
Bombing runs have died down. It's so quiet now. Did we finally take them out? Maybe we'll be safe again, settle down, play board games with the kids and shit.
Never thought about having kids before, it might be nice.
June 2nd.
There's just one bomber.
June 3rd.
It's so quiet now. So quiet.
---
Admitt... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | TUESDAY, APRIL 30, 1983
LUXEMBOURG CITY
The going has been tough, there is no doubting that. Ever since we entered Luxembourg the Reds have really buckled down on us. Two days ago, it took us almost forty eight hours to clear the Royal Palace. Fucking brutal shit, the place is a mess now, between our looting and the S... | June 1st.
Bombing runs have died down. It's so quiet now. Did we finally take them out? Maybe we'll be safe again, settle down, play board games with the kids and shit.
Never thought about having kids before, it might be nice.
June 2nd.
There's just one bomber.
June 3rd.
It's so quiet now. So quiet.
---
Admitt... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | *A diary entry. It's a bit waterlogged from the pond water, but still legible. Found on: Soldier's body, Grant Lake.*
It's been so long since it was quiet. All day, all night, gunshots were always around our ears. We fought enemies of the other side, and on the inside. We found things about ourselves that created frie... | June 1st.
Bombing runs have died down. It's so quiet now. Did we finally take them out? Maybe we'll be safe again, settle down, play board games with the kids and shit.
Never thought about having kids before, it might be nice.
June 2nd.
There's just one bomber.
June 3rd.
It's so quiet now. So quiet.
---
Admitt... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | Last night I had a dream.
We were with a few of the translators and we were clearing a village, going house to house. Except the houses were all connected - we never came out on to the street. It was always just another court yard or an alley. Like a labyrinth, except broken up every once and a while by doors and no m... | June 1st.
Bombing runs have died down. It's so quiet now. Did we finally take them out? Maybe we'll be safe again, settle down, play board games with the kids and shit.
Never thought about having kids before, it might be nice.
June 2nd.
There's just one bomber.
June 3rd.
It's so quiet now. So quiet.
---
Admitt... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | Today sucked. We woke up this morning to run through some drills, but the dust storm choked out nearly every piece of equipment that we needed to use. So instead we had to sit through an entire afternoon of PowerPoint presentations. We were still brushing off dust while sitting in the chairs. You can even feel it in yo... | I hate this planet. It is only as I am lying here, recording my final words, I realize how much I hate it. I’m 26, I had my whole life ahead of me; and yet, I willingly chose to come here. I’m looking around, and the sight is far from pretty. Grotesque bodies strewn all over the desolate battlefield. They’re the l... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | TUESDAY, APRIL 30, 1983
LUXEMBOURG CITY
The going has been tough, there is no doubting that. Ever since we entered Luxembourg the Reds have really buckled down on us. Two days ago, it took us almost forty eight hours to clear the Royal Palace. Fucking brutal shit, the place is a mess now, between our looting and the S... | I hate this planet. It is only as I am lying here, recording my final words, I realize how much I hate it. I’m 26, I had my whole life ahead of me; and yet, I willingly chose to come here. I’m looking around, and the sight is far from pretty. Grotesque bodies strewn all over the desolate battlefield. They’re the l... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | *A diary entry. It's a bit waterlogged from the pond water, but still legible. Found on: Soldier's body, Grant Lake.*
It's been so long since it was quiet. All day, all night, gunshots were always around our ears. We fought enemies of the other side, and on the inside. We found things about ourselves that created frie... | I hate this planet. It is only as I am lying here, recording my final words, I realize how much I hate it. I’m 26, I had my whole life ahead of me; and yet, I willingly chose to come here. I’m looking around, and the sight is far from pretty. Grotesque bodies strewn all over the desolate battlefield. They’re the l... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | Last night I had a dream.
We were with a few of the translators and we were clearing a village, going house to house. Except the houses were all connected - we never came out on to the street. It was always just another court yard or an alley. Like a labyrinth, except broken up every once and a while by doors and no m... | I hate this planet. It is only as I am lying here, recording my final words, I realize how much I hate it. I’m 26, I had my whole life ahead of me; and yet, I willingly chose to come here. I’m looking around, and the sight is far from pretty. Grotesque bodies strewn all over the desolate battlefield. They’re the l... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | *A diary entry. It's a bit waterlogged from the pond water, but still legible. Found on: Soldier's body, Grant Lake.*
It's been so long since it was quiet. All day, all night, gunshots were always around our ears. We fought enemies of the other side, and on the inside. We found things about ourselves that created frie... | At this point, my S.O.S. calls have been ignored for exactly 73 hours and 49 minutes. My squadron has either returned to base without me, or...well, in war it's usually the worst case scenario. I have run out of cloth for a tourniquet, and have taken to ripping off the pantlegs to my uniform just to staunch the flow of... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | Last night I had a dream.
We were with a few of the translators and we were clearing a village, going house to house. Except the houses were all connected - we never came out on to the street. It was always just another court yard or an alley. Like a labyrinth, except broken up every once and a while by doors and no m... | At this point, my S.O.S. calls have been ignored for exactly 73 hours and 49 minutes. My squadron has either returned to base without me, or...well, in war it's usually the worst case scenario. I have run out of cloth for a tourniquet, and have taken to ripping off the pantlegs to my uniform just to staunch the flow of... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | *A diary entry. It's a bit waterlogged from the pond water, but still legible. Found on: Soldier's body, Grant Lake.*
It's been so long since it was quiet. All day, all night, gunshots were always around our ears. We fought enemies of the other side, and on the inside. We found things about ourselves that created frie... | 3 June 2015
I am FINALLY GOING HOME! It's been one hell of a ride, no doubt.
My buddies congratulated on making it through my first tour EVER.
They ragged on me a lot, but there is no way I could have made it without them, and they are the most solid group of friends I have ever had.
I know they have my back, and th... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | Last night I had a dream.
We were with a few of the translators and we were clearing a village, going house to house. Except the houses were all connected - we never came out on to the street. It was always just another court yard or an alley. Like a labyrinth, except broken up every once and a while by doors and no m... | 3 June 2015
I am FINALLY GOING HOME! It's been one hell of a ride, no doubt.
My buddies congratulated on making it through my first tour EVER.
They ragged on me a lot, but there is no way I could have made it without them, and they are the most solid group of friends I have ever had.
I know they have my back, and th... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | *A diary entry. It's a bit waterlogged from the pond water, but still legible. Found on: Soldier's body, Grant Lake.*
It's been so long since it was quiet. All day, all night, gunshots were always around our ears. We fought enemies of the other side, and on the inside. We found things about ourselves that created frie... | 1/9/16
Has it really been 20 years already? Retiring at 37 sounds young but I feel old... so old. 50% of your highest pay in retirement sounds like a steal when your first 4 years as a penniless jughead are up and they pull you back in with that re-signing bonus. Was it worth it? Is any of this worth it? I'm more ner... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | Last night I had a dream.
We were with a few of the translators and we were clearing a village, going house to house. Except the houses were all connected - we never came out on to the street. It was always just another court yard or an alley. Like a labyrinth, except broken up every once and a while by doors and no m... | 1/9/16
Has it really been 20 years already? Retiring at 37 sounds young but I feel old... so old. 50% of your highest pay in retirement sounds like a steal when your first 4 years as a penniless jughead are up and they pull you back in with that re-signing bonus. Was it worth it? Is any of this worth it? I'm more ner... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | *A diary entry. It's a bit waterlogged from the pond water, but still legible. Found on: Soldier's body, Grant Lake.*
It's been so long since it was quiet. All day, all night, gunshots were always around our ears. We fought enemies of the other side, and on the inside. We found things about ourselves that created frie... | Dear Journal,
Mom gave this to me before I left so I could always remember my first space campaign. For background, I joined the Space Forces the month before I would have left for college, I couldn't imagine myself sitting in a room trapped for 4 more years while there was now an entirely new frontier to explore. Mo... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | Last night I had a dream.
We were with a few of the translators and we were clearing a village, going house to house. Except the houses were all connected - we never came out on to the street. It was always just another court yard or an alley. Like a labyrinth, except broken up every once and a while by doors and no m... | Dear Journal,
Mom gave this to me before I left so I could always remember my first space campaign. For background, I joined the Space Forces the month before I would have left for college, I couldn't imagine myself sitting in a room trapped for 4 more years while there was now an entirely new frontier to explore. Mo... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | *A diary entry. It's a bit waterlogged from the pond water, but still legible. Found on: Soldier's body, Grant Lake.*
It's been so long since it was quiet. All day, all night, gunshots were always around our ears. We fought enemies of the other side, and on the inside. We found things about ourselves that created frie... |
MY DAUGHTER
Heroes are carved out of hopes and dreads and fears
Marching back home with welcome home cheers,
Won't be for me 'cause my life slips away
Pain ripping right through me, in the trench mud I lay.
Left home at twenty, great hopes fill my head
With my rifle and bayonet and beret of red,
With my true ... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | Last night I had a dream.
We were with a few of the translators and we were clearing a village, going house to house. Except the houses were all connected - we never came out on to the street. It was always just another court yard or an alley. Like a labyrinth, except broken up every once and a while by doors and no m... |
MY DAUGHTER
Heroes are carved out of hopes and dreads and fears
Marching back home with welcome home cheers,
Won't be for me 'cause my life slips away
Pain ripping right through me, in the trench mud I lay.
Left home at twenty, great hopes fill my head
With my rifle and bayonet and beret of red,
With my true ... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | *A diary entry. It's a bit waterlogged from the pond water, but still legible. Found on: Soldier's body, Grant Lake.*
It's been so long since it was quiet. All day, all night, gunshots were always around our ears. We fought enemies of the other side, and on the inside. We found things about ourselves that created frie... | 06 JUL 2005:
They say we're back. They're wrong.
Smith isn't back. Vargas isn't back. Hill isn't back. I'm not back either.
Big brown eyes. A smile. A small outstretched hand. Too close.
"Shoot!"
Violence, light, and nothing.
We all died. A few of us just happened to come back CONUS vertical.
The Egypti... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | Last night I had a dream.
We were with a few of the translators and we were clearing a village, going house to house. Except the houses were all connected - we never came out on to the street. It was always just another court yard or an alley. Like a labyrinth, except broken up every once and a while by doors and no m... | 06 JUL 2005:
They say we're back. They're wrong.
Smith isn't back. Vargas isn't back. Hill isn't back. I'm not back either.
Big brown eyes. A smile. A small outstretched hand. Too close.
"Shoot!"
Violence, light, and nothing.
We all died. A few of us just happened to come back CONUS vertical.
The Egypti... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | Just three more weeks until I get to leave this sandy hell. Three. More. Weeks. Just wish the world would turn a little faster.
All I can think of is cracking open a cold one and rocking myself half to sleep on a screened porch. With the cicadas playing their favorite song. Heading down to the lake in my muddy F-150 w... | As I sit next to the window, ready to watch my final sunrise awaiting my execution, I look upon that day with pride. Branded a traitor, abandoned by my spouse, disowned by my parents and humiliated in front of the entire village awaiting judgement, it is only one day that come to mind and it fills me with pride.
We ar... | |
[WP] The Final Entry of a Soldier's Diary | > *208th Division, 9th Battalion, Golf Company, Second Platoon 1968-9*
>
> *~~Lt George Darry~~ ~~Sgt Allan Schmitt~~*
>
> *~~Cpl John Bower~~
> ~~Cpl David Muller~~*
>
> *~~Spc Darren Wilson~~
> ~~Spc Tyler Freeman~~*
>
> *~~Spc Colin Harrison~~
> ~~Spc Ryan Frederick~~*
> ... | Years of darkness and only now do I see the light, only now does there seem to be a hope, an option, an exit strategy.
Yes, war was hard but at least I had a purpose. Endless weeks of marching, cleaning, boredom. And to think some day I would wish to go back. Who knew some day I would long for the men who berated me,... | |
[WP] "She said she loved him." Insert the word "only" anywhere in this sentence. It must be the final sentence of your story. | As his blood poured into her hands he begged her to stop cutting. His pleas turned into gurgles as the life escaped his ragged body. She only said she loved him. | He replayed the words over in his mind countless times. So many times that the words themselves began to lose all linguistic value. Any and all semblance of some realistic motive behind that simple phrase was lost to him.
The concept that they conveyed, and inevitably betrayed, was like it's own being. It had a body, ... | |
[WP] "She said she loved him." Insert the word "only" anywhere in this sentence. It must be the final sentence of your story. | It started as a chauvinistic affair meant to make the masses happy at the expense of the 13 people involved. One women and a dozen men vying for her heart, and why not, she was truly an object to be beholden to. Yet that is the problem, to the viewers and the men alike she was seen as just that, an object to be desi... | He replayed the words over in his mind countless times. So many times that the words themselves began to lose all linguistic value. Any and all semblance of some realistic motive behind that simple phrase was lost to him.
The concept that they conveyed, and inevitably betrayed, was like it's own being. It had a body, ... | |
[WP] "She said she loved him." Insert the word "only" anywhere in this sentence. It must be the final sentence of your story. | **Message from the Department of Redundancy Department**
The last of the personal PIN numbers have been sent, and the final PCB boards are in. We're ready to construct a masterpiece greater than ATM machines or LASER RADARs. As our founder said on her deathbed, of her only daughter, *only she only said only she only l... | He replayed the words over in his mind countless times. So many times that the words themselves began to lose all linguistic value. Any and all semblance of some realistic motive behind that simple phrase was lost to him.
The concept that they conveyed, and inevitably betrayed, was like it's own being. It had a body, ... | |
[WP] "She said she loved him." Insert the word "only" anywhere in this sentence. It must be the final sentence of your story. | He'd been alone for his whole life. He lay in the hospital bed, hearing the beeps of the machines around him. He could hear the noise of doctors and nurses rushing about outside his door. He thought back through his life, thinking about the people he'd known, the friendships he'd formed. He smiled. Then, his mind focus... | He replayed the words over in his mind countless times. So many times that the words themselves began to lose all linguistic value. Any and all semblance of some realistic motive behind that simple phrase was lost to him.
The concept that they conveyed, and inevitably betrayed, was like it's own being. It had a body, ... | |
[WP] "She said she loved him." Insert the word "only" anywhere in this sentence. It must be the final sentence of your story. | He loved her, looking to the sky, whispering her name like leaves twisting in the fall wind. Wedding dress unused, she said she loved only him. | He replayed the words over in his mind countless times. So many times that the words themselves began to lose all linguistic value. Any and all semblance of some realistic motive behind that simple phrase was lost to him.
The concept that they conveyed, and inevitably betrayed, was like it's own being. It had a body, ... | |
[WP] "She said she loved him." Insert the word "only" anywhere in this sentence. It must be the final sentence of your story. | “What is love?” She would wonder from time to time. Though it was standing, always behind her, ‘love’ was rarely a concept that she cared to dwell on.
'Love' never demanded a definition, and thus, was completely void of purpose.
She of course had her own tells and twitches, written entirely to imitate 'love'.
A gen... | He replayed the words over in his mind countless times. So many times that the words themselves began to lose all linguistic value. Any and all semblance of some realistic motive behind that simple phrase was lost to him.
The concept that they conveyed, and inevitably betrayed, was like it's own being. It had a body, ... | |
[WP] "She said she loved him." Insert the word "only" anywhere in this sentence. It must be the final sentence of your story. | She met him accidentally. She waited until he was alone. She took him, tied him, snapped his femur and crushed his kneecap. She fed him through the pain, cradled his shivering head and ran her fingers through his matted hair. She fought his infection with soup made from scratch. She whispered to him each night, even... | He replayed the words over in his mind countless times. So many times that the words themselves began to lose all linguistic value. Any and all semblance of some realistic motive behind that simple phrase was lost to him.
The concept that they conveyed, and inevitably betrayed, was like it's own being. It had a body, ... | |
[WP] "She said she loved him." Insert the word "only" anywhere in this sentence. It must be the final sentence of your story. | He liked to be called Wade
Little was known about the tall autistic youth, except he was kind and trusting to a fault. Like he lived in a world where nobody could hurt him. Someone left him there at a top of a line cancer research facility with an absurd amount of paper money in his wallet and a crumpled note on the i... | He replayed the words over in his mind countless times. So many times that the words themselves began to lose all linguistic value. Any and all semblance of some realistic motive behind that simple phrase was lost to him.
The concept that they conveyed, and inevitably betrayed, was like it's own being. It had a body, ... | |
[WP] "She said she loved him." Insert the word "only" anywhere in this sentence. It must be the final sentence of your story. | He ascended the spiral staircase, the final he knew. His knees weak, shield and armour smattered a brilliant shade of crismon. A warrior he was not, his trembling hands and dripping wounds compounded the fact, yet here he was fighting, killing, winning. "Why?" He thought to himself "what an I doing here? Me? A farmer... | He replayed the words over in his mind countless times. So many times that the words themselves began to lose all linguistic value. Any and all semblance of some realistic motive behind that simple phrase was lost to him.
The concept that they conveyed, and inevitably betrayed, was like it's own being. It had a body, ... | |
[WP] "She said she loved him." Insert the word "only" anywhere in this sentence. It must be the final sentence of your story. | (Nosleep styled. Trigger warnings!!!)
In the bright shine of summer, Alex was beautiful. The way his hair seemed to glisten with strands of bronze in just the right light. That little sparkle in his eyes that resembled flecks of gold. His skin, like caramel, from having worked in the yards of neighbors. Jenna watche... | He replayed the words over in his mind countless times. So many times that the words themselves began to lose all linguistic value. Any and all semblance of some realistic motive behind that simple phrase was lost to him.
The concept that they conveyed, and inevitably betrayed, was like it's own being. It had a body, ... | |
[WP] "She said she loved him." Insert the word "only" anywhere in this sentence. It must be the final sentence of your story. | Only she said she loved him
- Then why did she leave, he wasn't sure.
She only said she loved him
- But it was too soon, he wasn't ready.
She said only she loved him
- But she was selfish, he couldn't stay.
She said she only loved him
- But she cheated, he couldn't forgive.
She said she loved only him
- And fo... | He replayed the words over in his mind countless times. So many times that the words themselves began to lose all linguistic value. Any and all semblance of some realistic motive behind that simple phrase was lost to him.
The concept that they conveyed, and inevitably betrayed, was like it's own being. It had a body, ... | |
[WP] "She said she loved him." Insert the word "only" anywhere in this sentence. It must be the final sentence of your story. | He came home, as he always did, at precisely 6 pm.
Suitcase laid on the table. Tie loose around his neck.
He made his way to the couch. Click. The TV awoke.
She walked into the room without his attention.
"I'm leaving," she says to the back of his head.
"OK, see you later."
"No. I'm leaving," she repeats.
He turns... | He replayed the words over in his mind countless times. So many times that the words themselves began to lose all linguistic value. Any and all semblance of some realistic motive behind that simple phrase was lost to him.
The concept that they conveyed, and inevitably betrayed, was like it's own being. It had a body, ... | |
[WP] "She said she loved him." Insert the word "only" anywhere in this sentence. It must be the final sentence of your story. | The social worker looked through John's file. Like many orphans, he had almost become lost in the system. He was too old for most people to consider him for adoption. He bounced between one foster family and the next, never staying anywhere more than a few months before being handed off like an ugly sweater. No one see... | He replayed the words over in his mind countless times. So many times that the words themselves began to lose all linguistic value. Any and all semblance of some realistic motive behind that simple phrase was lost to him.
The concept that they conveyed, and inevitably betrayed, was like it's own being. It had a body, ... | |
[WP] "She said she loved him." Insert the word "only" anywhere in this sentence. It must be the final sentence of your story. | Seven women by his side,
But one among with honest eyes.
The waves of deceit are his woes,
As he swims in the sea of hoes.
The one among with intentions true
Might be lost in the stormy blue.
The lies and lust bring out desire,
That sink the good as wicked floats higher.
He forgets the reason he came to swim... | He replayed the words over in his mind countless times. So many times that the words themselves began to lose all linguistic value. Any and all semblance of some realistic motive behind that simple phrase was lost to him.
The concept that they conveyed, and inevitably betrayed, was like it's own being. It had a body, ... | |
[WP] "She said she loved him." Insert the word "only" anywhere in this sentence. It must be the final sentence of your story. | A man is known to lose himself sometimes. It's in his nature.
Some men have a short fuse. The type that's always angry, you know? Usually real insecure, always looking for a reason to be insulted so they can yell about themselves.
Some men...well, they're just pitiful nice guys. They're broken, backwards creatures; ... | He replayed the words over in his mind countless times. So many times that the words themselves began to lose all linguistic value. Any and all semblance of some realistic motive behind that simple phrase was lost to him.
The concept that they conveyed, and inevitably betrayed, was like it's own being. It had a body, ... | |
[WP] "She said she loved him." Insert the word "only" anywhere in this sentence. It must be the final sentence of your story. | I caught her red handed, thanks to that red lipstick I helped her choose not 3 hours earlier, throwing away the last 18 months for a drunken 10 minutes spent on her knees in the club carpark. Her knees. It took willpower I never knew I had not to wipe off the small stones still buried in them, the skin pimpled from the... | He replayed the words over in his mind countless times. So many times that the words themselves began to lose all linguistic value. Any and all semblance of some realistic motive behind that simple phrase was lost to him.
The concept that they conveyed, and inevitably betrayed, was like it's own being. It had a body, ... | |
[WP] "She said she loved him." Insert the word "only" anywhere in this sentence. It must be the final sentence of your story. | *clack* *clack* *clack*
His footsteps clapped roughly against the hard floor tiles. He paced back and forth anxiously, knowing what he had to do. He swallowed dryly. He knew he could do better than her, that someone out there would appreciate him for who he was. She'd been abusive before, A slap here, a shove there. I... | He replayed the words over in his mind countless times. So many times that the words themselves began to lose all linguistic value. Any and all semblance of some realistic motive behind that simple phrase was lost to him.
The concept that they conveyed, and inevitably betrayed, was like it's own being. It had a body, ... | |
[WP] "She said she loved him." Insert the word "only" anywhere in this sentence. It must be the final sentence of your story. | "Okay," said Rich, "What do you think?" He nodded his head sagely in the blond woman's direction.
"Why are you including me in this?" Sandy rolled her eyes. "I *don't* want to be included in this!"
"Sandy, you're a woman. You, uh," Mike stopped in an attempt to phrase it properly, "you know how women, like, think. Or... | He replayed the words over in his mind countless times. So many times that the words themselves began to lose all linguistic value. Any and all semblance of some realistic motive behind that simple phrase was lost to him.
The concept that they conveyed, and inevitably betrayed, was like it's own being. It had a body, ... | |
[WP] "She said she loved him." Insert the word "only" anywhere in this sentence. It must be the final sentence of your story. | **Message from the Department of Redundancy Department**
The last of the personal PIN numbers have been sent, and the final PCB boards are in. We're ready to construct a masterpiece greater than ATM machines or LASER RADARs. As our founder said on her deathbed, of her only daughter, *only she only said only she only l... | He said I'm sorry.
He said sometimes he said things and he didn't know where they came from. That he'd forgotten forever, and hated when she was cruel, but that she was a resurrection. He said that she made mortality seem okay. He said that she was a truth that made the lie that is life sound real. He said that 'fine... |
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