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Deviousness `anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More
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Great designs!
"The capital ship of the Temporal Cephalarmy lay framed by debris seemingly TOO long there, the bitter pall of of time dilation a thickness in the air. 'Too quiet... seems too cliche' thought Tundra Grey ruefully. The tiny klaxons being fed into her sensory suite notwithstanding, she wasn't going to let a little thing like the time-stream being 'special touched' by Parties Unknown stop her from checking this out. The silence outside the ship was deafening as she fell slowly from the hatch onto the dusty surface. She HATED that saying but it seemed appropriate as she approached the monolithic war machine surrounded by the blackness.
Standing on the cold rock of Luna all by her lonesome certainly didn't DISSUADE one from the interpretation either.
'How in the #%$% is this thing HERE...' The question was rhetorical and remained unanswered by her inner monologue as she neared the wreckage. Sensors indicated a high tachyon concentration and if the levels were to be BELIEVED, this thing had been here for going on 200 YEARS. Impossible of course, the GNSF Belvedere had stalemated it just off Alpha Centauri's asteroid belt not more than a week ago. NOTHING was making sense.
She spotted them as she approached; skeletons. 'Great, as if this isn't crazy enough, NOW I have decomposition in a vacuum. What's next; voices from beyond...?'
'Transmission detected. Transmission detected. Transmission Detec-'
She flicked her eye in annoyance at the 'Play' button on her HUD, 'Oh. My. God. Shut up and PLAY it computer!'
The hologram materialized instantly in front of her; the opaque visage of a Cephalon gurgling at her from beyond. '-ink Monkeys have persecuted us across millenia, so with our dying act we spit ink in your eye. Perish in fire and agony, Apes. 10...9...8...'
'Computer! scan for active weaponry, NOW!'
'Scanning... Confirmed. High yield Dark Matter explosive located within vicinity.'
'7...6...5...'
She couldn't even FORCE the false bravado in her voice with NO ONE around to hear her. Her words came out hollow, flat. More like a eulogy than a swarthy retort in the face of death. But she said them anyway. She'd be damned if she'd die in silence even if she WAS surrounded by it.
'4...3...2...'
'I wish I'd eaten more Sushi...'
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Hehehe... Got a little carried away there, my apologies. It's late and that page is freakin' AWESOME!
Cheers,
George!