LOL, both are dirty minded...
The character saying this is a half-human, half-Made of Magic being called a Gifted. They have very powerful magical ability, but they must consume 1 sentient soul per week, more often if they use their powers often, or else their Guardian Entity magical half will kill them. Thus most Gifted enlist into the planetary army to kill invaders and take their souls so they don't have to feed off the humans on their planet.
...ehehFunny that you say that, because it's the opposit. She is being with soul and body out of sync. Soul despises measly humans and all their discusting dealings including sexuality. Body however still has instincts, so you can guess how she's torn around when she meets guy from enemy faction and her body starts to get, you know, curious. Once when she returns to her place after almost having sex with the guy, her partner (whos power is to see evil... and only evil) calls her out for her weakness. Since she's already distrought from experiance, mutual murder attempt time ensues.
"And for a brief moment, I felt the unique feeling of embarrassment of being the only one in a room full of people who's about to get his ass kicked."
There is so much I need to tell you. But I must be wary because any manipulation of time could have unforeseen consequences. I think back to your Christ figure and how he acted as the catalyst for chaos, willing the Roman stranglehold to disappear. But I have no exact goals for this transmission; rather, I hope merely to inform you of a possible outcome for civilization, and perhaps this little foresight could allow… maybe we did make the right choices, but just in case.
If my calculations are correct, you should be receiving this transmission in the year 2013 AD.Found another amusing line in something I wrote when I was younger:
Thanks.
edited 16th Oct '14 2:32:56 PM by KillerClowns
I think you mean 'tack', as in course. Tact is politeness - 'taken a different politeness' doesn't make sense as a sentence.
What's precedent ever done for us?"These guys are really big on the whole forbidden knowledge thing aren't they?"
"Can you blame them? They're basically what happens when Cthulhu had to ask Satan if kids were a plan for their relationship."
A bit of meta, a jab at the whole forbidden knowledge trope and a bad joke involving a Mythology Gag
edited 16th Oct '14 10:11:48 PM by DarkbloodCarnagefang
Note to self: Pick less edgy username next time.And then a mattress smashed through the roof of the greenhouse. Amber followed shortly thereafter.
Truly this thread can only benefit from lack of context.
And so is introduced this tale's focus character.
edited 26th Oct '14 4:43:27 PM by Arcee6
RIP Leonard Nimoy 26/03/1931 - 27/02/2015I was going to add another paragraph but it needed a lot of context, so have this instead:
The tattooed brute answered, “Black hair. Weird accent. Pale as fuck. Looks like an emo.”
edited 27th Oct '14 5:41:02 PM by electronic-tragedy
Life is hard, that's why no one survives.At risk of seriously straining the thread's title — not that I'm the first — Dr. Rose takes a minute to try and explain what happens when you like at what can only be described as an infected wound in the flesh of reality. Inspired by The Colour out of Space, combined with a theme of the Eyes and Teeth: paradoxes made manifest.
Now try imagining something darker than that. But also saturated with color, a whole rainbow of it, dancing across the veins of this tear in time and space like the Northern Lights even though it's at the same time darker than darkness itself.
Your brain probably won't let you, unless you've seen the Void. I know, if you're a skeptic like me, what you're thinking. "Darker than darkness" — it's ridiculous. It makes no goddamn sense. In fact, Simon had it down: according to everything we know about both physics and the operation of human senses, it's physically impossible. Which is why actually seeing it is such a shock.
edited 27th Oct '14 6:41:22 PM by KillerClowns
Sounds interesting!!
I've got this little opening line here:
A young man by the name of Thomas Southridge sat on Kittiwake Island’s harbour wall, he brushed a little dirt off his knee, staring off into the distance, watching, waiting, wondering if it was going to rain.
RIP Leonard Nimoy 26/03/1931 - 27/02/2015This one popped into my head when I was working on character personalities for nanowrimo. It will get in.
He discovered his love for explosions at a young age, when he tried to find out what happens when you pack the powder from a dozen bottle rockets into a pouch and light it on your teacher’s desk. Not coincidentally, this was also when he realized that school was not for him.
edited 30th Oct '14 8:54:12 PM by kingandcommoner
Heh. I love it. I recently decided to make it a major... thing... that my protagonist in one of my works couldn't read.
Wanda picked up the scroll the Dungeon Master had dropped and unrolled it, it was covered in random characters and gibberish, but probably someone could have made some sense of it. She didn't want to admit that it made no sense, to her, so she rolled it up again and said to the guild: "Well, I don't know, either this is some otherworldly shopping list or he has really bad handwriting."
RIP Leonard Nimoy 26/03/1931 - 27/02/2015He lunged forward between the ninja’s legs while rising to his feet, lifting the ninja off the ground and forcing it into a front-flip to avoid the dreaded faceplant and subsequent Ninja Curse.
I have a feeling there's going to be a number of these over the course of my Na No Wri Mo story.
edited 2nd Nov '14 8:08:04 AM by kingandcommoner
Haha, I love it.
RIP Leonard Nimoy 26/03/1931 - 27/02/2015Yay for Na No Wri Mo writing
No you can't call me Jar(i) I am not a glass container"You know, we're alike in a way. I play with people, you command them, but both of us make sure they do exactly what we want, don't we?"
Is this supposed to be a disturbingly profound insight, or is it to illustrate that the speaker has no idea how human interactions work? Because without context, it seems pretty weaksauce as Not So Different speeches go.
"We're not so different, you and I. Yes, you run a suicide-prevention hotline and I make obscene prank-calls at three in the morning, but we both talk to people over the telephone."
What's precedent ever done for us?Ah, it's actually said by a character...wow, in hindsight, this doesn't look half as good out of context.
No you can't call me Jar(i) I am not a glass containerEDIT: Also, I just wanna say, from above:
I know it's not (unless I missed something) "a line from writing" but a point of how Not So Different can go bad, but this made me laugh. I kinda want to dream up a situation where It Makes Sense in Context now.
edited 6th Nov '14 9:51:01 PM by KillerClowns
"Don't you think it's time to recognize that there is as little worth on your side as there is on mine?"
edited 6th Nov '14 10:09:40 PM by SabresEdge
Charlie Stross's cheerful, optimistic predictions for 2017, part one of three.
"You smell like vaginal lubricant."
"Like you would know the smell."
Awww, page topper, yay!
edited 1st Oct '14 12:02:15 PM by Prany