A World Apart - EpilogueTWO YEARS LATER
Christmas in the Woodlands was always fun. Well I mean, I'd already had Christmas here twice. The Baccas really focused on the food more than the presents. They didn't actually do the whole presents thing at all. I didn't really mind that change. I never really liked that tradition anyway.
But Baccan food was amazing. It's like Italian food but like five times better, it's so good. Think of your favorite food, then multiply it by like six. Yeah, it's that good.
I had gone out to visit Dreven in the high city without Jerome, no longer afraid of running into some sort of hostile creature while I was alone. I had gotten into fights with lower city Baccas three times before. I'd come to have a reputation among them: The human who fought back.
They'd shout, "Bajan homines! Bajan homines!" 'Crazy human! Crazy human!' When they saw me coming, and most of them would run. Every time, I would just smile
A World Apart - Ch. 15 - Dirty Paws*Mitch*
Although I had two people with me to help, I knew I would still need a distraction and I couldn't risk the Woodlanders.
"It's Thursday still right?" I asked.
"Thursday?" Rex asked.
"Oh, yeah, it is."
I glanced at the rising sun and sighed. "Okay, just stay behind me and do as I say." I crept through the town carefully; no one expects me to have survived the river, so they didn't have guards looking for me luckily.
I headed immediately to the schoolhouse, and walked to the window. "Stay here, make no noise." I said, and climbed inside. "Okay, guys, I know I sound absolutely insane but I need you to watch out for me and distract some guards because I have to save my best..." I turned around and stopped dead in my tracks. "Friend..."
Jumping up and down the floor,
Fatropolis!: 3--Interrupted Thoughts Centuries ago, an indigenous region was washed with a frighteningly bright light. Those who were above ground did not know how it happened. But, while in that same area, those who witnessed it first hand noticed that all manner of food somehow increased to rather large proportions. In addition, those who merely stayed there now had an undying will to eat. It altered much of their thinking. Those who were brave enough to escape still never escaped "bottomless pit" syndrome.
Just a few months later, long after the aforementioned land was cut off from the rest of the world, an opportunity hungry author devised an idea that would shoot her to the tip of the iceberg. In the regular land, her current government of 2115 was already discussing cutting off the land--literally. Other citizens were encouraged to offer a voice, but the members of society decided that such gluttonous people did not need to share their society. And so, it was decided that they'd saw the s
Archive - Ch. 1 - The Sky Army In the year 1717, the Overland was far from at peace. There was a great battle fought between land and sea, fighting for the earth. War broke out all over the world, the squids taking control of the skies. Hundreds of humans and squids alike were dying every day. The war had been going on for four long years; but one day a man stood up and said, "Not one day longer."
That man raised up an army, and named it for the thing they collectively wanted the most. He called it the Sky Army. His name was James Farpoint. Born and raised on a farm in England, he had grown up with a rebellious personality. He led his small army, contrived of hardly more than two dozen people, into towns and villages, scaring off little legions of squids and saving the world one city at a time. As they travelled, the army grew as they picked up young men from each town, as no women were allowed in the army, until he had a force of two hundred to lead against the squids.
Misja Nova Ziemia [IX]Dymytro siedzi na brzegu swojego łóżka, lekko sie garbiąc. W rękach, których łokcie opiera o kolana, delikatnie trzyma "artefakt" i przygląda mu się z uśmiechem. Już po nagłówku może mieć pewność, że to niezwykle cenne odkrycie. Być może odkrycie jego życia - niezwykły materiał, zarówno w dziedzinie fizyki, jak i historii. Trudno mu jednak odczytać cokolwiek ze zniszczonego, pożółkłego papieru, w niezbyt intensywnym świetle chwiejącej się pod sufitem żarówki. Wyciąga nawet z szuflady lupę, by wspomóc się jakoś w rozszyfrowywaniu niewielkich, wyblakłych znaków, ale wada wzroku i niezbyt dobra znajomość rosyjskiego nie pozwalają mu kontynuować działania.
Lis chowa podarowane mu przez przyjaciółkę znalezisko do foliowej torebki, zabezpieczając
Misja Nova Ziemia [VIII]- Nie, ja nic nie zjem - mruczy pod nosem Giuss, patrząc z pogardą na czarny chleb z marnym obkładem. - Nie przełknę ani kawałka.
- Musisz zjeść chociaż trochę, cały dzień przed nami - próbuje ją zmotywować troskliwa Azira, ale Griszka, walcząca z okropnymi mdłościami, nie jest z tego powodu zbyt zadowolona.
- O, widzę, że oprócz pana ciepłolubnego jeszcze jedna osoba zaczęła grymasić przy jedzeniu - wtrąca się z ironią odrobinę spóźniony Lunatyk, rzucając Giuss krótkie spojrzenie.
Lisica nie odzywa się, tylko gromi go wzrokiem, i najwyraźniej nie jest jedyna. Aino, siedząca przy drugim końcu stołu, nie spuszcza oczu z długowłosego mechanika. Wyraz jej twarzy jest trudny do opisania, lecz spojrzenie odrobinę przeraża. Nawet przeżuwając twarde skórki chleba, nie sku
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