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Crawland Exploration Log, Day 62
So that's it, we saved the world well, I suppose it ruins the ending just saying that up front. And yet we did, somehow we defeated that creature and subdued its forces, somehow we were at the right place and at the right time to stop it from putting the world to sleep. From what they have shown me things are getting better now, the King is working with the warforged army as their new Lord to wake up the world. I'm sure Wizard and Knives are still fighting in the background to control Craw-Land's course, sure Scars is still acting more like a court jester than his technical post as Spymaster, sure Warforged is back to being silent as ever. Then again, he at the end of the vision the noil mystics showed me, Warforged walking away into the wastes, away from the duties and responsibilities of helping to run a kingdom. I suppose I am doing the same by staying here.
Now then, where was I? It has been quite some time of course,
Weekly Webcomics - Volume 1
A Girl and Her Fed
by J. David Abbot
This comic's a mixed bag of old webcomic hat and honestly unique concepts. A politics and espionage adventure by someone who seems very knowledgeable on political tomfoolery? That's unique. A small furry intelligent mascot character who speaks like vile language is going out of style and he wants to bring it back? Not exactly a new idea in webcomics. The story is pretty good, about a growing organization of cyborgs and psychics in present day America, and the art goes from good in the beginning (after the redo) to very good. One of the best angles this comic has going for it is how powerful the characters are, without being Sues because of just how honestly human they try to remain, not to mention the equally powerful political machines they go up against. One lead character is simply a psychic ninja, and yet comes off as an even match for the rest of the cast because, this being a story set in the modern day political world, she ca
Character - Hate Letter
The sudden hole in space and time opens outward like a coffin, its occupant stepping through the floating frame gingerly as if expecting this world to be sharp and jagged. The woman's eyes, hidden behind thick black goggles, squint even in this shade at the speechless young girl before her. Almost nervously, she flips the girl a small envelope then hastily steps back again, the gateway closing as suddenly as it opened into this extremely pink room. The world is again normal and sane, but the envelope remains. The girl stares at it in bug-eyed silence, then picks it up. It doesn't shake or rattle, it doesn't spark or smoke, it sits quite normally in her hand. She takes it to a small mirrored dresser and sits with it, extracting a short letter from inside.
"That isn't just anybody's locker, you know that right?" The blonde twirls perfect hair around her finger mischievously as she smirks at the nervous boy standing several feet in front of her in the o
Craw-Land Log 18
Crawland Exploration Log, Day 44
I swear, not a day goes by that we are not beset by some army set on murdering us all in our sleep and taking this small plot of land. Admittedly we are an oddity, an oasis of life and activity in a sea of Dreaming mist. But really, why us? Why care if there is one last stronghold of light in this world of gray dawns? They have won, the world is theirs why trifle themselves eradicating us? I hope it is not pride. I would have thought the conquerors of a world would be beyond such concerns.
The ritual to inhibit the powers of a dream spire is progressing smoothly at last, the most difficult riddles to its intricate workings finally falling away as I write this, but it seems like it will be too late to help. Our resources are running low and food most of all. We must begin clearing our farms first of all, and before that day riots and unrest could destroy us before the enemies at our gates.
In happier news, the King's roc has hatch
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Crawland Exploration Log, Day 43
My, it has been some time since I last wrote. I only remembered because of the slightly dire situation we now face, which then reminded me of this log. Also I should note we have been very busy with research for the ritual, the idea I had does seem feasible but will take weeks even now to make perfect. It didn't help that I accidentally set some of the notes aflame the other day, losing days of time. I should have had an assistant casting Light instead of those blasted smoky candles!
In other news, only a few days after I last wrote and when I was just deciding that I should perhaps grieve a little for my late Master, I was informed quite accidentally that the power source he used for the large protection spell was the genie! Imagine, using a living creature to well, to save us all, I must remember. It was a decision I am glad I did not have to make myself, perhaps in the end it was the only way for us to have survived. So I did
Character - Left Wanting
"Nobody test-rubs potential reliquaries anymore, you dig?" The teen stands, frozen in shock at the large wispy figure floating in the air in front of him. At his feet lays a shattered vase, knocked off seconds before from its small end-table by the young man's careless fumble. "Leastways, no mortal has summoned me for eons it feels like, and I really have the most terrible ache in my neck. Ha, that was a good reference, yes?" The apparition sighs as the teen continues to say and do nothing but stare in dumbfounded awe. "The situation is obvious right? I'm free and you get three wishes! Say 'em loud, say 'em proud!"
"You're a genie?" The genie grins with forced humor, holding up two thumbs. "You're real? This isn't a trick or a, a hologram?"
"Assuredly not, even if that is exactly what a trick holo-thingy would tell you. But no more free samples kid, say what you want and I make it happen, everything I make happen counts so don't say it if you don't want it."
"I, I want a lot of things.
RIP Webcomics - Volume 2
As We Were
by Kel McDonald and Shazzbaa
This one's a bit tough to describe without mentioning its parent comic Sorcery 101. Basically there's a character in the other comic who's obviously a bad dude, who at some point in his life angered someone enough that now she wants to straight kill the guy. To tell the truth, this guy is such a jerk that there are quite a few people who want to kill him, but the protagonist of this comic is actively hunting him. Somehow though, she has no idea where he lives and must rely on the magic of her sidekick druid to find her target. The druid and her live like hobos as they travel ever onward, sometimes on a motorcycle that barely works, sometimes relying on his tribe of mystic werewolves. Apparently they solve the occasional problem as they go, although we actually see few of these encounters, but the main focus of the comic is on the woman and her plans of revenge. Revenge is pretty much her sole driving purpose, but over time she be
RIP Webcomics - Volume 1
by Mason "Tailsteak" Williams
This comic is one I find truly inspirational. Coming in at huh, exactly one-thousand pages, it is more an exercise in comic creation than a story to be told. The idea seems to be philosophical, with a strong emphasis on free will and determinism; in other words, the creator of the comic wanted to try making characters that had free will independent even of their creator, or at least that's how I like to see it. The art isn't great but a) it was one-a-day and b) that's the point, the artist was learning as he went and you should see what it looks like in the next comic. The basic premise is a world being constantly discovered, sort of like Schrodinger's Cat: as the characters explore their environment its laws and structure are continually being defined around them. The characters too experience this defining, and this in turn makes for thoughtful conversation about what it means to exist as a written character. For example, the
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Crawland Exploration Log, Day 29
Knives seems to think the world is dead now, that the mists have taken all life but us. I doubt it. Master may have been powerful but so are many others, and if he could save us then it should hold true for those other wizards and those around them. If the mists truly did expand over all the known world we will certainly be in for some changes, but I think recovery will be possible. For now though, the world is changed but not dead yet and we have much to do.
But all of that is the end result, for now I shall record the more mundane events leading up to it. First was the egg brought to us by Knives, which the Wizard informed us seems quite healthy although cursed in the same way as anything that has been nourished by that demonic water. The King sat atop it, saying that he alone will warm it, while Master was sent for to see if he could do anything about the curse. Unfortunately, Master was already well into his wine and too drunk to be
PRMK 2.0 Pilot special: Medieval Destiny [part b]
(DARK FLOATING CASTLE)
(A dark castle floated deep within the Nether Realm, a vast portal of darkness. Not far in the distance there was a crack which lead to the outside world. Grieger sat on his large throne, Yuranzo and stood beside him, along with a long line of demonites. Elusuque entered from the large castle doorway.)
YURANZO: Back again, Elusuque. Did you bring more humans for the plan?
ELUSUQUE: Of course, Yuranzo. They’ve been brought to the nest for the next phase of the plan.
YURANZO: Then what the hell TOOK you so long?!
ELUSUQUE (He smirked at Yuranzo): Aww, what’s the matter, Yuranzo? Someone cranky because I can fight better than you?
YURANZO (He pouted) I’m not cranky, YOU’RE cranky…besides, I make better monsters than you!
ELUSUQUE: Don’t be cranky, Yuranzo. While I was abducting the pathetic humans, I brought you a present. (He passed Yuranzo a stuffed bat toy.)
YURANZO: ...a stuffed toy? What am I, a child?
ELUSUQUE: Don’t b
ROTM Chapter 1: THE FINAL ACT (Part 4) 30:
Once January passed, time began to fly by. It's June already, and today is my birthday. I can't believe it's been a whole year. So much has happened in only three hundred and sixty-something days. But, besides the day, I've noticed that things have changed around here, for the better.
I've noticed a change in the atmosphere around here. Everyone is on the same page, nobody argues, and we all just get along. We just stay happy and go wherever the wind happens to take us. We are not afraid of anything anymore, and we all kind of just live in harmony at this point.
But... there is this one thing that bothers me. The new guy. I get this weird feeling whenever I see him - like he's got something up his sleeve. I don't really know what it is, but hopefully it's just me.
On the birthday note, I had a great day. We had a little celebration, and it was pretty ente
ROTM Chapter 6: PLEASE SAVE ME (Part 2) 1.5:
I've been at 31's house for hours, just resting my back and telling her and 24 all about the baby. She tells me about hers too, considering she's three, probably almost four, months along now. They let me rest for the night, and then most of the day the next day. My whole back is killing me, and the baby's been kicking me nonstop. It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I'd like to take a nap without being suddenly being awoken by my kid karate-chopping my insides.
"You're getting close." 31 says. "How far along are you now, technically?"
"Almost twenty-three weeks." I say. "It's getting complicated... I've truly been pregnant for thirty-eight, but because of the medicine, my body's taking it as the twenty-third."
"Weird. Since you're almost in your third trimester... what do you think you're having?"
"I really have no idea. I mean, there's a few times where I've been convinced I'm havi
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