Spy and engi stuff
Spy and engi stuff
YOU SURVIVED THE WAR; LIVE WITH THE TRAUMA.
The EMPIRE fell… Despite its steadfast dedication to staying in power, it surrendered to the NEW REPUBLIC. The last year and a half since its defeat are as close to peace as the galaxy has known since the time of the HIGH REPUBLIC. All while deep within the UNKNOWN REGIONS, something dark has been growing in power, conquering all that lay in its path, worlds and beings alike. It leaves behind nothing but a path of destruction that few would believe was real.
GALACTICSHQ is an appless star wars roleplay set in 7aby, after the end of episode six. a cataclysm of the force merges the past, present, and future and brings all of our beloved muses into the same time period. GALACTICSHQ laidback but dedicated group always looking to add to our already diverse cast of amazing characters!
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by @NostalgiChick1992 Timelapse screenshots of old internet websites. MySpace, AOL, YouTube, Yahoo, etc. All with accurate Windows OS and Web Browser for each year. I miss the XP days, very nostalgic seeing these old designs and graphics again! A cool piece of Internet History. via r/RetroFuturism
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NEON MIDNIGHT BLUES by Nelson Tai
The Super Famicom certainly had some of the best sci fi and cyberpunk inspired box covers of its generation. A true treasure trove of early 90′s Japanese aesthetic.
maybe we were always each other’s “always”
Pyongyang is actually beautiful
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Ok the best character is "fucked up monster in mostly normal looking armor"
First test of bunk bed for upcoming update of “From a Far Galaxy”. As we found, bunk beds are one of the most hard items to create, so we need some time for tests, fixes and grinding it till brilliant.
The most we don't like bunk beds from Maxis are because of inadequate intersections of that bunk constructions with single beds which are under. And in searching of best design for our bunk bed we tried to keep sci-fi design, keep it in Maxis style (simple meshes, no too thin parts, hand painted textures) and avoid that intersections with single beds which are under. That's why it was so hard. And it seems, we got what we want. “From a Far Galaxy” - original version: https://stanislav-luminous.tumblr.com/post/613725138387615744 “From a Far Galaxy” - first update (Sep 11th, 2020) https://stanislav-luminous.tumblr.com/post/628964655784673280
The Thing. Ps2/Xbox 2002.
Day 27: Hope
I wanted to participate in some way, and get done in time. I had difficulty figuring out what to write about, restarted the beginning, it got longer than I planned (what else is new), there was a thunderstorm and the power went out and I was writing in the dark hoping my laptop battery wouldn’t go out as I typed up and revised what I wrote on my notebook... and I finished by 11:30 p.m. so... I’m just posting despite the fact it’s incomplete (?... It is just a snippet, a sketch for a possible scene in a possible story) and perhaps needs fixing...
CW: torture (past), blood, restraints, (perhaps more but... I’m new here so... not all sure what all goes into these, the common terms etc...anyway....)
Ember jerked awake. Pain shot through his limbs, but it was dulled from the agony of before. He was lying on a bed of soft, blue sheets. The walls weren’t the stale, white walls of the Chamber but a warm sunset orange. A few mushrooms clung to the walls; more covered the ceiling, illuminating the room in a pale glow. So he was still on Mirage… but was he still captive, or had he been rescued? He dared to hope, his heart thumping hard against his chest. He was in a comfortable room, albeit one with no windows, and to his infinite relief, he wasn’t bound.
He moved his arms experimentally. They were stiff and sore, but there were barely echoes of the excruciating agony of hanging by his wrists for hours. His wrists, too, were bandaged. He hadn’t experienced any sort of gentleness or kindness for days, so he doubted the room could belong to his captors. And his arms, threaded with lightning scars, were spread with salve of some kind that seemed to soothe the raging pain of the burns. He was shirtless but clothed in soft white pants. The cuts on his torso also bore the salve and they had faded somewhat. How long had he been unconscious? Where was he? He felt a rising panic.
He tried to get up, but his head whirled and he lay back on the bed, fighting nausea. He’d caught a glimpse of a door a few feet to the right of his bed… he’d have to try it if he could manage to get up…
Phantom pangs pried at his wounds. The images and feelings they belonged to slammed back into his mind—
Zehar, his colors flickering brilliantly, wielding a whip, walked behind him—then snap-crack! White-hot agony raking over his back. Maytahani, pacing in front of him, coolly interested as always, her hand on her chin. “Where do you come from?”
No answer. He would not betray his world, his family.
Zehar, with a grin, sliding the knife from his belt. Gliding the flat of it across Ember’s face before digging in, reveling at the blood that welled up. Hot, dark pain writhing through his cheek, throbbing up into his eye.
Maytahani leaning in, her red and blue eyes slicing into him. “How did you get here?”
Ember turned away, fighting to stay impassive, fighting the sick feeling in his stomach.
They brought in a woman, unlike the mirage interrogators and their ever-shifting iridescence. She was gray, clothed in rags, with bright yellow eyes filled with fear.
They harnessed her up to the table they’d begun his torture on. Still bore his blood. Then Zehar, at May’s command, began carving her up—she screamed, the sound blasting through the Chamber—
“Stop!” he yelled, straining against his bonds. Heedless of the metal that cut into his wrists.
But they didn’t stop. Didn’t even ask him any questions.
Anger burned through him, searing through the fear and pain—
But the pain and weakness made him forget himself—
Lightning burst from him, skittering over his skin, but instead of lashing into his enemies, it bit deep into him, feeding back into the metal
He screamed and screamed until that’s all that was left of him except for a few burnt shreds—
But no. He’d awoken here.
Hopefully, they had stopped torturing that poor woman and let her go….
Could he possibly harbor the same hope for himself?
He tried to get up again but his limbs felt incredibly weak. Perhaps if there were food here…. If he could crawl over to it… it would replenish him more than the glops of vile slime and desiccated wafers they’d fed him, the few gulps of water….
He had to find enough strength to escape, if he were still being held. Take this chance. Get back to—
Her name blazed across his mind. He’d hardly dared harbor thoughts of her in the Chamber—it hurt him to think that he’d never see her again, and he didn’t want to corrupt her memory with a place of darkness. But now—
Her golden hair, swirling in the wind. Her amethyst eyes catching his. Her infectious laugh as she ran along the beach, daring him to catch her.
Oh, she was fast. But she collapsed, laughing, and he caught her in his arms—and kissed her and kissed her—
And didn’t stop until bright lightning blazed from him, zipping harmlessly from his skin into the sand as he sent soft static over her cheek, her smile against his lips, her kiss devouring his—the gentle trace of her fingers on his skin, touching him in exquisite ways he’d never even imagined—
Then—the disaster, the ripping stab in his thigh pinning him to the sand. The invisible people appearing out of the backdrop of sky and sea…. Dragging him down, away from her, in a blur of pain—saltwater riving him
Depths claiming him, the death of separation
I’m so sorry, Sky. For hurting you. For leaving you. I should’ve fought harder.
I have to fight. Fight to get back to you.
He hoped desperately they hadn’t hurt her, hadn’t taken her, weren’t waiting to torture him with her pain….
That was the one thing that might make him give in.
He could never let them discover she was his weakness.