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We thought ourselves masters of the game of war. We were wrong. It started the same as any other: observation. A resource-seeker—known to the public only by her employee identification of E-0001229-AZ—observed a system through a starscope for approximately twenty-two short cycles. The system possessed eight true planets and a multitude of failed planets. Two asteroid fields were flagged during observation, both of which were classed with the rare Class-8 deposit rating. They alone gave E-0001229-AZ cause to tag the system for future mineral exploitation. However, the presence of a planet with atmospheric conditions reading as habitable by her instruments, caused EO-0001229-AZ to flag the system for further review by a specialist. Three light-cycles later, World Specialist AT-1121092-II reviewed the data collected by EO-0001229-AZ. She concluded the flag for review appropriate and requested an observation drone be sent to the habitable planet, logged from then on as T-141/a54

There once was a fool Who was led astray By the bread on which His meat did lay. Making him believe That a slice of ham Was a bit of me instead. So he went about his day Pondering how to reconcile His silly mistake. He could of made a letter Explaining his misdeed Which would of faded away Within the passage of days. He could of given flowers Which would of pacified The bitter tongue. He could of  said two words Two simple meaningful words That would have swept this all away. He could of done many things Without any blood being shed But he came for me instead. So outside of his window I peck peck away Waiting for the moment It all gives way.

It hadn’t yet been a full day since Garrett and Fenris had left Kirkwall, but felt like weeks had passed. Emerging from the trap door that led to Darktown, it hadn’t looked like much had changed. No doubt its denizens had taken advantage of the previous night’s chaos to loot and riot, and were taking the day to rest up. Vaguely, Garrett wondered how his estate had fared. Likely the Marchers had taken everything that hadn’t been nailed down. Bodahn and Sandal would be all right, and he could only hope they would watch out for Orana as well. Kirkwall would eat her alive. Garret reached down to the ladder and offered Fenris his hand. The elf took it, pulling himself up to the surface. “Let’s not linger here, Garrett.” “No.” Garrett pulled in a breath. There was no chance of them blending it with the residents of Darktown. The celebrated Champion and his elven companion were too well known. Both understood it was best to move quickly, keeping their heads down and staying close to the

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Triggers: animal death, murder, slight gore, blood On the outer rim of a planet called Mako was a spaceship called the Resurrect United Kingdom Alliance or Ruka for short, an old spaceship made centuries ago for one purpose, to work as a way of travel between planets of possible allies to the planet Karo. The spaceship and its crew were on their way to Mako for that exact purpose, and all was going well for the crew still everything took a sudden turn for the worse. The crewmembers sat around the control panel on the ever proper blue swirling chairs, watching the fuel gauge. Instead of having fun like they normally would do, they were silent as they watched the fuel tank go down at great speeds without any way to stop it. The only thing that is breaking through the silence is the siren so loud that even the half-dead would wake up. It's blue light shining down on their faces so much so that they had to squint to see each other. Though that soon wouldn't be a problem for they only

triggers: death, injuries, hunger You go down the hallway looking at each door in turn carrying visions from the door before. Warily you search for hours on end for the mysterious red door somewhere along these bends. During those hours you begin to wonder if this is a place you really should wander. For the doctor's before warned you not to go into the vicious red door fearing you may not return. Yet its too late to turn aside for your feet are controlled by the one in the door so try as you might it will never let you go. Before another day slips away you see to your dismay the red door mere moments away. So despite your resistance you are forced to bear witness to the turning of the door slowly letting out screams from victims before. As the door opens the putrid smell of death feels the air wrapping around your soul sending you into a hurl. Once senses regained your feet you reclaim so to the door you bolt only to hit the wall with a mighty jolt. The door had