FictionVerse

2005-08-25T05:46:00.000-07:00

The Second Sunset, a bar with a certain kind of reputation, cast in a certain light (mostly neon), and with a powerful magnetism for men of a certain mindset. For this certain type of man, Largo was practically the paradigm. He did not believe for a moment that the Second Sunset was a place where the prize for a winning smile was a drink. He knew fine well that the men in the establishment were

2005-02-27T04:04:00.000-08:00

The lights flickered over the short metal table, the patchwork repairs obscured by the long shadows cast by the dim gas lamp on the wall. A plain meal was placed upon the table in the usual central place. The expectation of its flavour kept everyone at work. Or at least pretending. Anything rather than that slop.No-one could be blamed for its repugnant taste.

2005-02-10T06:50:00.000-08:00

Things that are going on in my corner of the Fictionverse: Section 31 has moved to a new domain. There are a few interesting things going on there, which you can read about here. The Solidarity Fictionship "Shrove Tuesday" is also being assembled; my friend Hussein has allowed my imaginary friends to squat his forum. There's currently three crewmembers on the Cast List, and Garlow and Calvin

2005-01-19T15:03:00.000-08:00

Trek Updates and Links... The USS Dark Raven has been taken out of action, and Calvin now serves aboard the USS Wraith. The USS Firestarter has had an outbreaking of monkey business, and the tantalising possibility of a full vulcan lobotomy... check back for regular updates

2005-01-17T15:00:00.000-08:00

FICTIONVERSE EXCLUSIVE!!! Also recently uncovered, paranoid documents from within the structure of Section31 come to light...quote 'We have a problem. I think that Garlow is a security threat and so is his m8 the lord nobody. should we get rid of these 2???????' will the excitement never end? To see Lord Lieutenant Howling Lord Nobody help to boost the faith-fuelled drive, Calvin missing his

2005-01-13T18:32:00.000-08:00

Calvin marched into engineering, muttering to himself 'cunthairs' and bearing a bundle tied to a stick, carried over his shoulder. "Beautiful it was! glorious operation set-up! I was about to march into the maw of madness!" Garlow stirred a pot of warm tea with slugs in it with a small wooden stick, and offered it to calvin as he rolled his bedmat out on the floor of engineering. 'Swallow the

2004-12-30T14:14:00.000-08:00

this is something i wrote for a trek roleplay group, and you can find the original post here. . This introduces Ensign Calvin, the holodeck specialist on a ship packed with guns and missiles. Holodeck Engineering Specialist Group: Ensign (Eng) Posts: 2 Member No.: 36 Joined: 25-November 04

2004-04-29T14:04:00.000-07:00

A visit to the world of the wikipedia (a dot-organism) informs me that the Buddha has for some time been a Catholic saint. "One day, a rich young indian prince who'd been mollycoddled somethin' rotten was exposed to the horrors of real suffering. He was appauled, as you might well imagine! He decided to jack in the rich life and after praying in't wilderness he got christianity, thus making him

2004-04-29T13:47:00.000-07:00

I am in my house, A sickness throughout me, I buy it until I'm bought A taste like raw meat sits pornographically on my tounge. Living with only e-feelings, jacked in, freedom professed in my small plastic box, A neon cable (so flash!) lighting my world. Hunger lessened, hungers exaggerated, Yet I find bliss a footstep away. Open the door, no metaphor, just some french windows. And a single

2003-06-25T10:05:00.000-07:00

This Just In from the pages of the NME. (museum of fantastic lies, department of the uncomfortably close to the truth.) The latest album from Crashed Ambulance presents more of the same I’m afraid. The tracks “Satan’s Hegemonica” and “I’m the King Pimp of Sodom” are the neo-fundamentalist rubbish their titles suggest. Whilst “trying to get a Mirror up your Backside” provides a little light

2003-06-15T13:29:00.000-07:00

It was wetting down. Retired army colonel picks up young lad just escaped from borstal. He turns on the car heater and slaps the lad’s thigh in a jocular way but leaves his hand there and asks “warmer now trooper?” “Yes I am, I’m warm through to the roots of me pleasure glands you military old faggot.” The boy could use some money.” Always happy to meet a crisp and clean young lad such as

2003-06-10T06:43:00.000-07:00

Please take these words and run with them, they might be knocking at our doors before you know it! There was a time around the arrival of the third millenium (xtian calendar) when Human Beings got it well wrong. It is now a verisimilitude that people cannot stand a meaningless existance. Around this point in history people lost the art of looking inwards to find their inherent connectivity with

2003-06-08T14:37:00.000-07:00

It's obvious what Andrew is trying to do; he's trying to convince me that there is a conspiracy against me personally - and that he is responsible for it!! This is, of course, absurd. Andrew has merely been recruited by a larger conspiracy which has, in turn, targetted me for a personalised conspiracy with Andrew as the co-ordinator. Mike was talking about Satellite technology which would be

2003-06-02T04:26:00.000-07:00

In my day, we used to recieve watered-down British propaganda in the form of Battle of Britain infotaiment on the back of our Kellogg's Cornflakes cereal packets. Since then, the packaging industry have gone through 7 generations of animated interactive holographic packaging, culminating in the development of a cereal box with so much superfluous information technology, whole families got lost

2003-05-31T11:09:00.000-07:00

I think it would be a good idea to start a scenario that anyone could pick up and run with for a while until it was someone else's turn to do so. Thus I Knocked this starter up in my shed, I hope it goes somewhere! Moose Stebbins and his little black jockey, Titch Monrovia, are currently touring the country with their imaginary super drug "Astra Zenecate Lysomol". This medicine show is a must,

2003-05-31T08:53:00.000-07:00

Due to the Crappyness of my previous post I have decided to also post something of a GREATEST HITS SELECTION In that I may ever have been considered to have been great or had hits. anyways, onwards. Pigeons Why do you fly like, Like feathery fools? Why do you waddle, Like little fat men? Why do you drop your loads, All over my clothes, And splatter the statues Of proud men on coumns? It

2003-05-31T08:44:00.000-07:00

Apart I stand apart in the crowd, Surrounded by people, Their noise is so loud. In the bright sunlight, They flutter to and fro, Yet in my Heart, Still it snows. I stand alone, With people all around, Some may be know, I will never be found. Born alone, I live but to die. The world is apart, I can only wonder why The Hand What hand is it that formed me thus? What turns me, but once from flesh to

2003-05-30T06:18:00.000-07:00

Engineering Post Geordie LaForge beams in, straight from Season 2. He had registered a brand new fictionverse on his engineering monitors, and beamed on in for maintenance checks; standard procedure. "Anybody here?" he asks, his VISOR casting an octarine sheen on all his vision touches upon. No answer. "Mm-hm, looks like I'd better get started." The wave of his wiggly-wooing wand crafts the

2003-05-28T21:02:00.000-07:00

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