Human Slaves of An Insect Nation, Part 9-Wing It

Eh, it’ll hold.

Human Slaves of An Insect Nation-Just Wing it.

So you fucked up.

Your players missed the roll, the clues, failed to connect the dots and ignored the pleas of NPCs for help. They stabbed the prophet in the throat and one of them ate the sandwhich depicting the GodHead, wherein their true destiny was foretold. They also burned the tavern where they were supposed to meet their contact 

And you prepared all of two things during the entire week: Jack and shit. Also, Jack left town with your wife.

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Why Haven't you read this? Part 3-Awesome Stuff you can find for Free!

Chillin’ at the top of the world by dangerousllama

Why Haven’t You Read This? Part 3-Great Stuff you can find for Free!

Continuing my attempts to bring you stuff from the Interwebs for all of you broke, yet needing entertainment bastards out there, Why Haven’t You Read This? goes one step further, moving away from the norm and established to bring you some of the best stuff out there, made by aspiring writers!

In keeping with the original rules set up in part 2, here’s…

Some pretty cool shit by people you haven’t heard of-yet

Because maintaining obscurity and a façade of indifference to recognition is for assholes…

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Why Haven't You Read This? Part 2-Electric Boogaloo

Endless electronic vistas by DarkNeon

Why Haven’t You Read This? Part 2-Electric Boogaloo

It only recently occurred to me that I am broke. Oh sure, I have a day job as a jeweler but most of my income is used to pay my bills, which leaves me little to no income that I can allocate to entertainment, which is why I usually hang out at my friend Jim’s house, where I abuse his hospitality watching movies on his giant-ass TV and gobbling down his wife’s cooking.

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Human Slaves of An Insect Nation, Part 8-Bullshit Science and You!

Mad, mad, mad, mad science-man by qione

Human Slaves of An Insect Nation, Part 8-Bullshit Science and you!

Quick, what do the following types of sorcery have in common?

Alloymancy

Thaumaturgy

Clap-hands-twice-and-shit-appears (AKA Fullmetal) Alchemy?

Necromancy

Technomancy

Math 

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Σισσύφιες Επιστολές-Η Γέννηση του Άλεφ, Μέρος 12ο

Το λειτουργικό σύστημα του Συνεχούς τςν Μαύρων Βραχμάνων.

Τόνυ:

«Βλέπεις λοιπόν, την έκταση του θριάμβου σου, Σαϊχούρ; Πολύ σύντομα, με τη δική σου συμβολή, δε θα έχουμε ανάγκη την Πανανθρώπινη Αυτοκρατορία και δε θα υποτάσσουμε την ευφυΐα μας στις δολοπλοκίες του Τριμούρτι! Θα έχουμε ολόκληρα συνεχή για να εξουσιάζουμε, οι πόροι, η δύναμη και  η δόξα τους αιώνια δική μας!»

Τα λόγια του Μπάμπα-τζι ακούγονταν αρχικά αόριστα μέσα στο μυαλό του, κάθε λέξη σχηματιζόμενη σαν το μονοπάτι ενός σαλιγκαριού και ύστερα επιταχύνθηκε, καθώς ο Τόνυ έμπαινε και πάλι στη ροή του αντικειμενικού χρόνου. 

Ο Τόνυ-id του απάντησε:

«Και η Αυτοκρατορία; Δεν οφείλουμε σε αυτούς έστω και μερικά ψίχουλα της δόξας μας;»

«Η Αυτοκρατορία αποτελείται από μάζες ηλιθίων, που τα κατώτερα μυαλά τους και τα ένστικτά τους μας κράτησαν καθηλωμένους σε αυτό τον μακρινό πλανήτη στο χείλος του πουθενά! Ο Βισνού και το υπόλοιπο Τριμούρτι θεωρούσαν ότι ήμασταν ερημίτες αναλυτές και μας φόρτωναν με κάθε αποτυχημένη ιδέα των τεχνικών του Αλντεμπαράν, ζητώντας λύσεις για την ανικανότητά τους! Ο Μποττισάτβα Γκουοτίν  τιμωρήθηκε για μία αποτυχία, ενώ κάθε του θρίαμβος παραγράφηκε!»

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That Fateful Day

Park Benches on the Apocalypse by Neriak

“I’m not eating that.” Debbie said for the hundredth time. Bart shrugged and put the dead rat in his pocket, to save for later.

“I’m cold, Bart. Why did we have to go out today? Why couldn’t we have stayed back home?” Debbie moaned and Bart didn’t list the myriad reasons why staying home wasn’t the wonderful idea his wife thought it was.

“At least we had a roof over our heads. And walls to keep away the cold…” Debbie responded, as if having read Bart’s thoughts. “And we were in the suburbs. It wasn’t so bad in the suburbs. And there wasn’t that much fallout. And we had Mr. Stevens’ bomb shelter to hide in. I bet he’d let us in, if only you’d let me talk to him.”

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