Author has written 10 stories for Elder Scroll series, Supreme Commander, Mass Effect, Rise of the Guardians, Star Wars, Sky High, Warhammer, Harry Potter, Total War series, and Destiny.
I'm Male, or at least under the belief I'm male.
Over 21 (An Adult) and regretting it
A challenge for Planetary annihilation writers, particularly inserts;
No hub universe.
Limited human memories. Killing less reviled?
Resource core, from commander, only. Can build more but slow. No generator/extractor unless scanned from travels.
Ideally no units or buildings in commander memory, but maximum of 3 allowed. Everything gets picked up by the commander scanning it.
Probably a good idea to drop them near a wreak, ship/vehicle/robot, to start with. And time to set up.
Magic's just when you trick the universe into believing some incredibly outrageous lie - John Constantine, Hellblazer #100
Omnissiah grant me the strength to change what I can,
- MJ12 Commando, Spacebattles
I always follow my brother, although very different we are. You can see him, but not me. You can hear me, but not him. What am I?
I am the beginning of everything, the end of time and space, the beginning of every end, and the end of every place. What am I?
I have an eye but am blind, a sea, but no water; a bee, but no honey; Tea but no coffee; and a why, but no answer. What am I?
I fly without wings, I cry without eyes. What am I?
I saw an unusual book: The foreword comes after the epilogue; The end is in the first half of the book; The index comes before the introduction. Name the book.
What object has keys that open no locks, space but no room, and you can enter but not go in?
What falls, but never breaks? What Breaks, but never falls?
Slayer of regrets, old and new, sought by many, found by few.
Some try to hide, some try to cheat, but time will show, we always will meet, try as you might, to guess my name, I promise you'll know, when you I do claim.
I'm so fast you can't see me, though everyone else can see straight through me. I don't stop until the day you die. What am I?
I am black of eye and bright of hair And my feet are firmly in the ground. I love the sun upon my face And I follow it around. When I am dead and gone tis said, That I will droop real low, That I will keep the birds well fed, Standing stiff there in my row. What am I?
You can crack me; You can make me; You can tell me; You can play me. What am I?
I have no voice and yet I speak to you, I tell of all things in the world that people do. I have leaves, but I am not a tree, I have pages, but I am not a bride or royalty. I have a spine and hinges, but I am not a man or a door, I have told you all, I cannot tell you more. What am I?
What types of words are these: Madam, Civic, Eye, Level?
Thunder and Lightning
The letter "E"
Day and Night
The blink of an eye.
Palindrome - They read the same backward as they do forward
And one of the merchants drew out of pocket a little casket, and he had no sooner opened it than a lovely garden spread out all over the island, with fragrant flowers and pleasant paths; but when he shut the casket the garden immediately disappeared.
The second merchant drew from beneath the folds of his garment an axe, and began to tap with it; "Rap-tap!" out came a ship. "Rap-tap!" out came another ship. A hundred times he rapped, and made a hundred ships with sails and guns and crews complete; the ships sailed, and sailors stood by the guns and took orders from the merchant.
The merchant gloried in it for a while, but then he concealed his axe and the ships vanished out of sight just as if they had never been.
The third merchant produced a horn, blew into one end of it, and immediately and army appeared, both horse and foot, with cannons and banners, and through all the ranks went the martial music, and the armour of the warriors flashed like fire in the sunlight. The merchant rejoiced in it all, then he took his horn and blew into the other end of it, and there was nothing to be seen, the whole martial might was no more.
Alice Through the Looking Glass Trailer
When the day, becomes the night.
And the sky becomes the sea.
When the clock strikes heavy.
And there's no time for tea.
And in our darkest hour.
Before my final rhyme.
She will come back home, to wonderland.
And turn back the hands of time.
Latin; Virtute Siderum Tenus.
English; With valour to the stars.
When a wanderer picks a direction, has he lost his purpose or found it?
A wanderer is bravest when he finds a direction to wander to.
Though my soul shall set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
Just because I'm grounded doesn't mean I can't run free. - Bochord of Leaspell, Possible Origin?, Fanfic Author
"CAPTAIN, THE FORTH WALL IS ALMOST BROKEN! WHAT DO WE DO!?"
"... The only thing we can do, reinforce it with character obliviousness and denial and pray it holds."
"Captain, the forth wall was able to hold!"
"It seems obliviousness and denial are just too thick."
Out of the night that covers me,
In the fell clutch of circumstance
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
It matters not how straight the gate,
William Ernest Henley
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INTELLIGENCE IS THE ABILITY TO ADAPT TO CHANGE
Only srmat poelpe can raed this. It deosn't mttaer in what oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the iprmoatnt tihng is that the first and last ltteer be in the rghit pclae.
Only smart people can read this. It doesn't matter in what order the letters in a word are, the important thing is that the first and last letter be in the right place.
This is mankind's dream, mankind's desire, mankind's destiny! To be the strongest, to go the farthest, to climb the highest! To compete, to envy, to hate each other, and to devour one another!
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
John McCrae, May 3, 1915
Red un'z go FAASTAA!
Green iz BEZT!!
Blu iz lucky, makes dem bullitz miss ya!
Black is DED 'ARD!!
Purppl is sneaky, you evah seen a purppl Ork?
Yellow makez da biggest BOOOMS az well as da most shiny gubbinz and teef!!
White is da color of deff!