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Zoethian Delete- Chapter 7" Has Lalna gone crazy, Or is it just me?" Rythian shrugged his shoulders wondering the same thing. "Uh Lalna I think we should-"
"Its LIVID Rythian. Do I have to spell it out? L-I-V, FUCK!!!" The scientist screamed as a skeleton shoot an arrow at his back. Zoey giggled to herself and Rythian smiled and said, " Sorry, Live Fuck, I think we should go now." The scientist, after killing the skeleton looked at the mage with anger in his eyes. "ITS LIVI- SHIT!" he go cut off again by a creeper exploding. Even Sjin, who they forgot about, was dying laughing. Then, Sjin tried to say in a fancy accent, " Attention, Attention, Lalnas new name Is Livi-Shit the Third. All hail Livi-Shit the Thrid." Even the scientist started to laugh while killing the mobs that kept on sneaking up on him.
Not me, not anymore - Zoethian YogficDuncan sprinted through the thick jungle, his jet boots giving him extra speed. He wouldn't risk flying, incase he was seen, so he'd simply ran all the way there. It had taken days to find their stronghold, and now all he had to do was follow a blip on the screen. As the jungle gave way to forest, he increased his speed, anxious to fulfill his task. A few lone mobs, sheltering from the deadly sunlight, lunged and shot at him as he went past, but in vain. He shot past them like a bullet, and soon reached the border of the forest. He deactivated his boots, and scouted around the area.
Set into the mountains, a fortress of basalt brick, was the new Blackrock. How many times will I have to destroy this place? he thought. The place looked about four storeys high, and who knew how deep the basement was. An basalt and nether brick tower spiraled in a sort of helix from the top of the building, probably a mage tower where Rythian could work on his magic, and undoubtedly have scie
Yogscast ThreeshotsStill Broken
It wasn't fixed. It had never been fixed, and so it could only mean he was broken. Still broken.
Sips was for the most part, depressed over the resolve. He and Sjin had thought going through the portal had fixed it. The big mustached idiot had even managed to touch him when he punched him!
But no...The portal only gave Sips control over the situation. He was still pretty much dead.
He had foudn that out while mining alone once more, when a skeleton had cornered him. He'd been so terrified that he only took notice of the confusion in the skeleton's dead eyes, when the arrows had passed though him. No wounds, no pain, no blood.
In Tektopia those who died came back from the dead, thanks to the creepy Reaper that owned the land. In Tektopia even the dead could be killed, and revived into well...their current state.
It was very weird and confusing and didn't make much sense, but Sips didn't question it.
As long as his taller friend was safe an
The Circle- A Tekkit PoemIt starts with the Reaper, the Reaper of light
He brings back all from death and from fight
Then the Mage with blood from the Ender
Who will be true and be Magic's defender.
Along comes the Scientist with all sorts of machines
And with his lab filled with Science and colorful screens
Then with the architect, the ranium owner
He waits for his partner, 'till then he's a loner
Then the Railbros, whose tracks cross the land
Minecarts going in displays that are grand
And the Mushroom Princess, a bit crazy she is
She belongs to the Mage, she will soon be his.
But with a bang and a roar, the Old World's no more
And they have to all start over after that war
But then the sky crashes and the spaceman appears
He's a leader and friend to all of his peers
He befriends the dwarf from Khaz Modan
They travel around to rid the cursed sands
Then here comes the dirt trader, paired up with Sjin
They set up some quarries and Sipsco begins
The Owl Queen rests in her tree up so high
With a call to her frien
'uj'a' Quj - Prologue Part 1Captains log - Stardate 41373.4
We have been travelling in the surrounding area of Xephos's home planet. We want to see if there are any other life forms of interest. Xephos had asked us to reconvene with them if we happened to find anything. So far, our long distance scanners have picked nothing up. A young girl has been on board as a sort of liaison for the Yogs. She goes by the name of Kim. She wears a watch that glows. Geordi informs me it is what is known as an Admin Watch. The man known as Ridgedog hands them out for those he deems worthy.
Commander Riker has taken his position back since returning to the Enterprise. He is taking the previous events quite well and has been spending therapeutic time with Counselor Troi. For now, we continue along in the hopes of maybe finding something more.
There was a beep from the console as Captain Picard finished his log. "Yes?"
"Captain." Riker's voice came throu
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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