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by Olthar » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:34 pm
by Nationstatelandsville » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:35 pm
by Olthar » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:37 pm
by Nationstatelandsville » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:39 pm
by Erinkita » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:39 pm
by Hardened Pyrokinetics » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:44 pm
Pope Joan wrote:I had a client who stole the magnetic flashing light from the top of a police car.
It was parked in front of his house because they were asking his parents about his theft of 100 pounds of copper wire from the high school.
Galloism wrote:I bet it takes a lot of weed to get stoned to death.
New Manvir wrote:Canada: We have flying bears.
greed and death wrote:It is a sad day when we criticize the President for honoring a solider who gave everything for his nation.
by Nationstatelandsville » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:44 pm
Hardened Pyrokinetics wrote:Is the award for being the first to guess one free God murder?
by Hardened Pyrokinetics » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:45 pm
Pope Joan wrote:I had a client who stole the magnetic flashing light from the top of a police car.
It was parked in front of his house because they were asking his parents about his theft of 100 pounds of copper wire from the high school.
Galloism wrote:I bet it takes a lot of weed to get stoned to death.
New Manvir wrote:Canada: We have flying bears.
greed and death wrote:It is a sad day when we criticize the President for honoring a solider who gave everything for his nation.
by Individuality-ness » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:45 pm
Erinkita wrote:kay.Sisitu’s Los Angeles apartment was state of the art. It might have once had a nice view, but the effect was spoiled by the levitating roads stacked on top of each other like so many pancakes piled high above street level. It didn’t matter a great deal, as Sisitu’s window was a high-resolution LCD scrying pool. She could change the view to anything she wanted, delivered to her in real-time with zero delay. Magitech. Everything was magitech now. She could order groceries online and have them teleported to her apartment in an instant. Travel by teleportation was already becoming more and more widespread. The levitating roads would soon be obsolete, barely a decade after they’d been built. State of the art. The phrase didn’t mean much anymore. Who could say what state the art would be in tomorrow? Sisitu’s mind briefly flashed back to an enjoyable night spent with a soldier, so many years ago. “Forged steel,” he’d said proudly as he showed her his new sword “It cuts right through the old bronze weapons and stays sharp for weeks. It’s like we’re living in the future.” State of the art.
Sisitu turned away from her window, currently showing the view from some five-star hotel in Trinidad. She had spent seventeen years in Los Angeles, and ninety-two in the United States. Before that, it had been Nepal. She hid away in the mountains while the world went to war with itself twice. It was 1952 when word reached her that the old man had died. Some sort of accident in that school he’d started back in the 1880s. His protégé, who was calling himself Aleister Crowley now, had been vague on the detail and she hadn’t pressed him. She hadn't spoken at his funeral. She sat in the back, just a face among the throng of teachers and students there to mourn the headmaster. It had been startling to see so many of them. People like her, strange people, people who weren’t people at all. So many all in one place. She had never visited the school before, and she hadn’t seen the old man since the 13th century. There was always time to reconnect later. After that, Nepal lost its flavour. China had invaded Tibet and India tried to counterbalance the perceived threat by making Nepal its puppet. Sisitu had no wish to suffer the decades of government wrangling and infighting that were ahead. Besides, Nepal was an old country. She no longer wished to be around old, dead things.
The United States had been new and exciting in the 1950s. The atomic age had begun. Innovation and prosperity mingled with paranoia and the prospect of total annihilation. Something about the atmosphere attracted Sisitu. Things had changed completely by the 60s, and again in the 70s. Perhaps that’s why Sisitu had stayed in the States so long. It was hard to get bored in a country that was constantly reinventing itself. And then Armageddon had come. Not the one the Americans of the 1950s had feared. No, this was much worse. But then it was over. Aleister Crowley and his Elfen High compatriots had saved them all. Once again the details were nebulous, but it was clear to everyone that the world would never be the same again. And since then, the United States had been reinventing itself every week.
Sisitu felt old. Innovation and prosperity were leaving a sour taste on her tongue. Perhaps it was time to return to something old. Something solid. She thought of the old man’s words to her almost a thousand years ago, the ones that had reunited her with her baby after so many years. Time distils most things down to their essence, he had said. It was time for a change.
by Erinkita » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:46 pm
Individuality-ness wrote:Erinkita wrote:kay.Sisitu’s Los Angeles apartment was state of the art. It might have once had a nice view, but the effect was spoiled by the levitating roads stacked on top of each other like so many pancakes piled high above street level. It didn’t matter a great deal, as Sisitu’s window was a high-resolution LCD scrying pool. She could change the view to anything she wanted, delivered to her in real-time with zero delay. Magitech. Everything was magitech now. She could order groceries online and have them teleported to her apartment in an instant. Travel by teleportation was already becoming more and more widespread. The levitating roads would soon be obsolete, barely a decade after they’d been built. State of the art. The phrase didn’t mean much anymore. Who could say what state the art would be in tomorrow? Sisitu’s mind briefly flashed back to an enjoyable night spent with a soldier, so many years ago. “Forged steel,” he’d said proudly as he showed her his new sword “It cuts right through the old bronze weapons and stays sharp for weeks. It’s like we’re living in the future.” State of the art.
Sisitu turned away from her window, currently showing the view from some five-star hotel in Trinidad. She had spent seventeen years in Los Angeles, and ninety-two in the United States. Before that, it had been Nepal. She hid away in the mountains while the world went to war with itself twice. It was 1952 when word reached her that the old man had died. Some sort of accident in that school he’d started back in the 1880s. His protégé, who was calling himself Aleister Crowley now, had been vague on the detail and she hadn’t pressed him. She hadn't spoken at his funeral. She sat in the back, just a face among the throng of teachers and students there to mourn the headmaster. It had been startling to see so many of them. People like her, strange people, people who weren’t people at all. So many all in one place. She had never visited the school before, and she hadn’t seen the old man since the 13th century. There was always time to reconnect later. After that, Nepal lost its flavour. China had invaded Tibet and India tried to counterbalance the perceived threat by making Nepal its puppet. Sisitu had no wish to suffer the decades of government wrangling and infighting that were ahead. Besides, Nepal was an old country. She no longer wished to be around old, dead things.
The United States had been new and exciting in the 1950s. The atomic age had begun. Innovation and prosperity mingled with paranoia and the prospect of total annihilation. Something about the atmosphere attracted Sisitu. Things had changed completely by the 60s, and again in the 70s. Perhaps that’s why Sisitu had stayed in the States so long. It was hard to get bored in a country that was constantly reinventing itself. And then Armageddon had come. Not the one the Americans of the 1950s had feared. No, this was much worse. But then it was over. Aleister Crowley and his Elfen High compatriots had saved them all. Once again the details were nebulous, but it was clear to everyone that the world would never be the same again. And since then, the United States had been reinventing itself every week.
Sisitu felt old. Innovation and prosperity were leaving a sour taste on her tongue. Perhaps it was time to return to something old. Something solid. She thought of the old man’s words to her almost a thousand years ago, the ones that had reunited her with her baby after so many years. Time distils most things down to their essence, he had said. It was time for a change.
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by Nationstatelandsville » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:47 pm
by Mavorpen » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:47 pm
by Individuality-ness » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:49 pm
by Hardened Pyrokinetics » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:51 pm
Pope Joan wrote:I had a client who stole the magnetic flashing light from the top of a police car.
It was parked in front of his house because they were asking his parents about his theft of 100 pounds of copper wire from the high school.
Galloism wrote:I bet it takes a lot of weed to get stoned to death.
New Manvir wrote:Canada: We have flying bears.
greed and death wrote:It is a sad day when we criticize the President for honoring a solider who gave everything for his nation.
by Olthar » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:52 pm
by Olthar » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:52 pm
Hardened Pyrokinetics wrote:So, what is the new Powergrid and how many points do I have to use on James?
by Liriena » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:56 pm
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by Mavorpen » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:57 pm
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by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Mar 16, 2013 10:02 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Mavorpen » Sat Mar 16, 2013 10:04 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Seriously though, I have no fucking idea how Olthar guessed that stuff. She is a witch.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Mar 16, 2013 10:06 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Olthar » Sat Mar 16, 2013 10:07 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Seriously though, I have no fucking idea how Olthar guessed that stuff. She is a witch.
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