On-The-Wreck Training (Part 1) by TheLoneOmega, literature
Literature
On-The-Wreck Training (Part 1)
The scent of copper, steel, and plasma filled the air throughout the ship. Technically, regulations said Kíndynos should be wearing a filter at all times, but that was one of the regulations nobody paid much attention to. So long as there were no leaks in the fuel or coolant tanks in the derelict ship, phe felt comfortable enough without it.
Phe walked towards what remained of the cannibalized airlock that barely kept the precious atmosphere from rushing out. Orders said to expect some help today in stripping down the ship. All that was left to do was to sort through the leftover cargo containers and extract all the secondary ci
The snow reigned upon the city, enveloping it in white. A chill wind blew through crowded streets and around massive buildings. Everyone was scattering about. Unseen to anyone else, a weakened spirit dashed about in the wind.
It was on this day each year that the spirit awoke to travel the land, searching for what it needed most. The first building it entered was massive and made of concrete. Inside were thousands of people. Most of them were visiting the many stores within. The spirit was curious as to what was happening this year.
Entering one of the most crowded stores, it was sickened by what it saw. Masses of peop
What Lies in the Temple by TheLoneOmega, literature
Literature
What Lies in the Temple
The quiet night was disturbed as a figure moved briskly through the meadow. The steel of his armor gleamed in the moonlight as he made his way to the temple. Azmigul paid a small fortune to find out where this place was and he only hoped that he would be able to get by with a profit. A weaker adventurer had told him that within the temple lay riches beyond imagination. Azmigul believed that it was more likely that the man merely had a poor imagination. Either way, the mere mention of such treasure was worth taking a look.
When Azmigul asked the man why he didn't take the treasure for himself he wasn't too surprised by the answ
So here's the deal: While in elementary school, I'd have extra time left over after the exams at the end of the year. Since I am and always was pretty bad at drawing - as seen by the lack of drawn art on my page - I had to look to other sources of entertainment with a paper and pencil. Some may think: "Ah, he began to write!" Actually, I began to swing my pencil around like it was a small sword. With a small sword, I had to of course have a small swordsman to make things interesting. I gave him powers and I gave him a team, I gave him enemies to fight, and despite how over-powered I made them I got some good fun in my school free time.