Project Hades - Hope AuditionHope sat in a chair to the side of the room, dressed in what had been several blue hospital scrubs that had been torn and sewn together into a makeshift tunic. Shelves of heavy books lined the walls next to her, tomes for everything from arcanic medicine and metaphysical concepts. The center of the room was dominated by a black stone slab with numerous sigils etched in silver upon it. Next to the slab was a surgeon's table with all the tools needed to perform a ritual. Candles, chalk, chalices, and several selections of ceremonial knives. Several of them had cut her flesh. One had actually killed her before.
I'd never seen my blood spray so far, she thought as she eyed a blood-stained kris.
She glanced to the side. Next to her sat a strange man in an all pink suit with a straight wooden cane leaning against his legs. She took care not to be caught staring at him.
No bad luck; none at all. I didn't even know that was possible. What's he doing here, today of all days? I don't l
Daily 2,000 6-24-12The world was ending and I was sitting on the bus. It wasn't some instant realization of "Oh fuck" and then nothingness. A comet didn't split the planet in two and Jesus didn't descend from the heavens.
Actually it was kind of a lame start as far as endings of the world go. A tiny black speck in the perfect center of the city, right in City Hall's lobby, that slowly grew. And I do mean slowly. It had appeared two months before and right now was about the size of a pea. People had already observed that anything it came in contact with was devoured and that nothing could contain it. Cages of all sorts were tried but they were eaten when it expanded through them. Don't ask me where they got cages that small.
So the news outlets ran with it and triumphantly declared that given time the sphere would end the world as it grew. Then calculations were run by brainy scientists who said that at the current rate of expansion, our city would be gone in a little over a thousand years. Well it's been
Rift Arena - R1 P2Dust vanished and Carbo tapped his feet impatiently. An instant later the transporter room vanished to reveal the sandy arena again, with Dust about ten feet away. Carbo let the whip uncoil and put his thumb on the button. If he recalled his weapons, it had to be depressed constantly for safety measures.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" said the voice of Fred, reverberating throughout the arena. "For today's matchup we have an interesting pair. In this corner, you saw him tear through a witch like paper, the man with a grudge for magic, the Scarecrow, Dust!"
The invisible crowd behind the reflecting walls cheered enthusiastically, though they really hadn't gotten to see much of the fight considering how fast Dust had slain the witch.
"Please take note, esteemed spectators, that we have seen fit to balance the scales so the fights last just a tad bit longer than Dust's last spectacle. And on that note, you saw him demonstrate complete lack of regard for life and limb, master of nut-based amphibi
RIFT Arena - R1 P1Rock and Roll
Kicking Up Dust
Carbo was not happy. Sitting in the middle of what the giant-bouldered Carbo had told him was a cafeteria, wearing his janitor's uniform, he reflected on what he'd gotten into. After being informed that he'd passed the auditions, apparently making hippos choke was a crowd pleaser, he's also been informed what his price had been. Not Armory property and not anything in the hollow. It was his heart. His clear diamond, enchanted, only thing keeping him moving, heart.
He'd intended to go through with this tournament anyway to reclaim property so he wouldn't be dismantled, but now he had a much more personal reason to be the victor. And by the end of it he would deliver a thumping to Fred one way or another.
The cafeteria was fairly lively, though by Carbo's standards it may as well have been a mob considering how often he'd met other people in the Armory. There was a giant green monster, humans of all shapes and sizes (including a stuttering kid), an