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Humans – forever questioning the existence of your reality, your sentience, your purpose in your universe. On a typical ordinary day, you find yourself stationary, at rest. You jolt up at the sight of a familiar being at the end of your bed. Eight legs and eight eyes. Despite your relative size compared to its - the being appears larger than anything youwww.onedoor.cc’ve encountered before. So you deem it hostile and a danger to you. You take a shoe to defend yourself and trace its movements across the room. You come to a halt again at the sight of the next room. Before you, as if it just appeared from noth...
Overview of Marz
Zadokh was Major General of the Imperial Konautz, which were biomechanical giants in the service of Marz' Imperator ßeroß.Zadokh and his designated A-Wing (consisting of 1,000 Konautz) were currently ascending into orbit through Marz' atmosphere. They were on a reconnaissance mission to determine the nature of a possible threat closing in on their planet from the vicinity of Olde Earth. About two decades ago, Earth had been obliterated by Marz' previous imperator. Lamentably, that sphere and its inhabitants had fallen into quite a stagnant state. Only a thin new asteroid belt was left of the a...
As Boring as Martian Maize
The thinking behind it had been simple. Take two people who don’t get on, and force them to be dependent on each other for company and possibly for care. Not such a crazy idea. It has worked many a time, and no doubt will work many times more, but it didn’t appear to be working for Connor and Cameron. Rumours had spread that they had been close once, and there had been a massive fall-out (over a woman or over money or over both, depending on which version you listened to) but the one thing that might have united them was denying that there was a word of truth in it. They hadn't even known ...
Passionate Pages
The first thing Jack noticed was the cat clock on the wall. It was one of those black and white models you’d expect to find in a housewife’s kitchen in the 60’s, its tail swinging in time to the eyes that swept the room from left to right. The shop was quiet enough that he could hear the ticking all the way across the room, past the crowded shelves of books that caught his eye next.The shelves towered above him, nearly reaching the ceiling that must have been three stories high, although Jack didn’t see any ladders that would make obtaining those books possible. But there was something up ther...