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Post Apocalypse, Part 1The flight was running behind schedule. No one appeared to know why, but it didn’t matter to the people anxiously waiting to board the airplane. They had just endured an interminable hell going through security and now they had to wait on hard plastic chairs for the plane to be prepared. “Maybe someone got sick,” suggested a very rotund, very sweaty and very bald man, “and they need to clean the carpets?” A young man whispered into the ear of the woman he was snuggling close to, “I hope he bought two seats.” She nodded. A stewardess stood outside the gate, bPost Apocalypse, Part 1
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Clockwork Messiah, Part 4Colonel Bradley O. Smith stood on the docks at Bombay, panicked civilians milled around him. He couldn’t blame them, of course, the bulk of the Imperial Army in India had been destroyed—a fate Smith had just barely missed. From what he could piece together, the Russians had intentionally had their lines give way and the pursuing Imperial troops were then caught in ambush, eventually surrounded and massacred. Maybe as many as 50,000 dead and a similar number wounded or surrendered. No one seemed to know, but that is the nature of things.Clockwork Messiah, Part 4
Civilians were panicking, but Smith knew
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Clockwork Messiah, Part 3Callum brought a small gear up to his face and carefully inspected it. It was bronze and delicate, part of a timing mechanism on a Babbage Machine. Callum was a specialist on repairing this particular mechanism; luckily for him, it was one which often had problems.Clockwork Messiah, Part 3
The Babbage Machine, the Analytical Engine, was the nexus of a vast network of tubes and trays that was the sorting office of the Imperial Mail Service. Boxes of mail would arrive and be placed on a conveyor belt. The Engine would read a series of impressions on the side of the box, which corresponded to a certain area and it
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Clockwork Messiah, Part 2Colonel Bradley O Smith stood up on his spurs and tried to see over the cloud of smoke roiling from the determined volleys of the line of infantry in front of him. They weren’t his men; he wasn’t assigned a real command. Rather, he was on the staff of the army’s commander as chief engineer. A grand title, certainly, but he had no real employment with the army—the commander preferred to go directly to the various engineering specialists rather than through the chief engineer. Of course, if there was ever a siege, Bradley would be allowed the honor of scouting the enemy fortress anClockwork Messiah, Part 2
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Misfit ShipThe bar was full of seedy characters with nothin good on the brain getting liqured up or burning their synapses with star dust, the new drug of choice. Everyone had weapons even if it didn't look like it. Alot couldn't even afford good body armor under their raggedy filthy clothes, but hey who really wanted to live forever. When suddenly in swaggered a figure in a long dirty trench coat with the hood pulled up to hide this person's face. This person swaggered right over to a table full of seedy dirty men that looked to a seemingly much seedier leader. This man had slicked back black hair and a body armor vest and a pair of dirty slacks. He loMisfit Ship
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[link] Feel like increasing my self-confidence needlessly? Click the link, gimme some pageviews.
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If a person who indulges in gluttony is a glutton, and a person who commits a felony is a felon, then God is an iron. -Spider Robinson
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degenertation is this generation suicide is the right side self hate is the thing to do im in how about you? who says we dont fit in now rise to domination my outcast rise
As for the featuring...yeah...I don't know how to do that...
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If a person who indulges in gluttony is a glutton, and a person who commits a felony is a felon, then God is an iron. -Spider Robinson
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degenertation is this generation suicide is the right side self hate is the thing to do im in how about you? who says we dont fit in now rise to domination my outcast rise
Ok, three I'd like featured by you:
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I think this is what you had in mind. Or maybe I'm a retard. Whichever.
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If a person who indulges in gluttony is a glutton, and a person who commits a felony is a felon, then God is an iron. -Spider Robinson
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degenertation is this generation suicide is the right side self hate is the thing to do im in how about you? who says we dont fit in now rise to domination my outcast rise
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