#32

Granduncle Muldwych was annoyed. A couple of kids had wandered into the shop looking for porn, and he'd spent the better part of the day chasing after them through the never-ending shelves. When he'd found them, they'd settled down in a corner to sleep. He'd bought them some chips and told them to bugger off. When he'd gotten back into the shop, he ruminated on all the pitiful little primates he had to pander to each day. Wondering if he should set up shop in Africa again, he hobbled back behind the counter and waited for something interesting to happen.

#31

When spending Christmas On A Rational Planet, it would be a shame to waste the numerous talents, one might say Infinity, Doctors' talents studying Alien Bodies. I mean, it's one thing to spend enormous amounts of time trying to repair your Dead Romance, despite its Unnatural History, but it's another altogether to cause Interference with The Taking of Planet 5, just so you can avoid the ever-lengthening Shadows of Avalon. I mean, that's as bad as blaming an Ancestor's Cell for your misfortune. Anyway, I'm going down to the Adventuress on Henrietta Street for a drink. Care to join me?

#30

The two Godmothers of the Faction met in the hall by accident. They made their way towards the Little Brother's dorm, muttering to each other in worried tones and arousing curious glances.

“He won't listen to anything I say! He just sits there with those little things. All day, all night; I'm not sure he even sleeps anymore!”

“I know! I went to one of the Godfathers about it; do you now what he told me? He told me to stop worrying over nothing! You know what he said they were?”

“No, what?”

“Something called 'Parablox'.”

#29

“And suddenly, as if out of nowhere, appeared two men. Well, beings, really. One was as a god of death, clad in resplendent bone and blood, the very shadows at his feet dancing around him as if alive. The other was as a god of rage, twisting and writhing, growing back an even more menacing weapon whenever one was cloven form him. The two daemons danced their dance of death and destruction, sometimes wholly disappearing form our site, only to appear as if they had never left moments earlier than they arrived...”

~words from the mouth of the mad~

#28

So here's a thought for all you academicians of game logic: How would time travel work if time was not in fact linear, along the so-called 'thread', but circular, as the Aztecs believed? My personal theory is that instead of 'ships' to 'navigate the river', we'd have a sort of stasis chamber type setup, so that we could just wait for the moment we wanted to get off at came around again. Of course, then your chamber would just be sitting there, so perhaps you'd want some sort of additional element that shielded you from the outside world? Who knows...

#27

It is a little known fact, but Don Quixote was a participant in the War. The story itself as published by Cervantes is just an interpretation of the events he bore witness to. The windmills were actually disguised timeships attempting to blend in. The sickly mare was actually an alien that bore a striking resemblance to an unhealthy horse. The Don himself was a sleeper agent for one of the major powers attempting to make the best of a bad situation. Sancho was, of course, just Sancho, being a native who just happened to get caught in all the mess.

#26

So, really if the Great Houses can force regeneration upon themselves and if they can affect the way in which they change, what's to stop them from becoming, say, a bunch of trees? They could all turn into living rocks. Or ponds. They could become beings of pure energy.

Actually, what's to stop someone else from sculpting the regeneration to their will? Or triggering it for that matter? Could they make them become whatever they want? Could the Enemy walk up and effectively turn a Homeworld operative into a frog? Are all accounts of such witchcraft actually just this happening?