Are you aware of this fan made RP guide?
P.S. One request for new players in the Region, I am over the approved limit of endorsement in Lazarus (120) so please don't further endorse me please.
Oh no! His Corpulence's Tubbra slipped off in the pool! Flabby bags of Tubbius bosom were caught on camera! Details of the accident, including the bright red blush as His Heaviness splashed about, retrieved the errant top, and got help from Her Motherhood in hooking it back on, are set to appear on the nightly news, leading to speculation from many about whether His Obesity has put on a little weight up top.
Another little bit of the end of the story... (this part of it, anyway)
A wheat field south east of Altenburg
A collection of local volunteers and personnel from Altenburg AFB were cleaning up the wreckage of the downed R44 fighter. Nearby, a crew from the local utility was effecting repairs to the electrical transmission tower that had brought the speeding craft down. The family that owned and farmed the land was providing snacks and cool drinks to their 'guests' and savoring a large check from the government for the damage to their crop.
The pilot, who had somehow survived the crash, was in the critical care unit of a nearby hospital. He was unconscious, and presently had a 50/50 chance of surviving, which didn't stop the Air Force from stationing an armed guard outside the man's room.
Capital Plaza, Altenburg
The wreck of the Morgenröte had become a popular tourist attraction. Great throngs of people came every day to see it, and watch as technicians from Leonism stripped the hulk of every scrap of useful material they could, so it could be sent back home. When they were done, the bare hull would go to a local salvage yard to be recycled. In the meantime, a cordon of Loftegen 2 soldiers kept the crowds and souvenir hunters at bay.
Altenburg AFB, on the outskirts of Altenburg
Tribun-Commander Tanja Fassberg stood at attention in front of Loftegen 2's prime minister. The Lofties had put on a full scale military parade for her. Across the open field of the parade ground, whole companies of soldiers and squadrons of airmen were waiting to pass in review for her to salute, and be saluted by. Which was just a trifle embarassing, given the media presence, and all of the VIPs, and so on. Word was sure to get back home, as well. Still, there was nothing to be done for it, except to listen to General Barns read the citation, and then bow her head so Prime Minister Ysar could hang their Distinguished Flying Cross around her neck.
Elsewhere on base, the crew of the Morgenröte, along with a number of other Imperial citizens whose loyalties had not yet been determined, lined up to receive their noon rations. They were housed in a barracks that was part of the base's Corrective Custody facility, to which an exercise yard had been added by the use of coils of razor wire. For the moment it had been decided to treat them as prisoners of war. Ultimately, it was intended to hand them over to the Empire, to deal with as it saw fit.
Air Defense Battery AS908A, south-east of Altenburg
Captain Maeve Morrison watched as the specialized ammunition handling vehicle reloaded one of her battery's launch cells. She was still feeling a warm glow, courtesy of the CinC of the Strategic Defence Command, who had come by personally to praise her initative, and to hand her a letter of commendation. She could practically feel the majors rank insignia on her collar.
Tubbius has these little 'mishaps' so often that Lady Zaharra is beginning to wonder if He isn't doing it on purpose, because He enjoys the ensuing ruckus! :) If not, she would be happy to lay a curse on the area around the Royal hot tub that would have...unpleasant*...consequences for any person snapping photos or shooting video of Their Holy Immensitudes in compromising circumstances.
*Possible effects include eyeball implosion, cranial detonation, skeletal disintegration, or a mild rash.
A New Face
From the clouds comes a rumble, as the overcast sky above Lazarus splits, revealing a floating island, appearing to be made of synthetic material, a mere 80 square kilometers in area. It settles down about 400 meters above the ocean, the hum of its ion engines audible a long ways away. It is an ancient but advanced land, that of Khacat Tur; the synthetic gardens themselves, hosting a myriad of artificial life, as well as a humble population of 723. At its head stands a woman known only as Ash.
Softly yon wind does blow, before your thunderous volleys rip into the fro! All was lost, until you gave me hope, watching your figure glide across the rough sea, your guns ripping apart the silence which once stood so dominate. A beast of pure power, disguised as an angel of the lord....
‘Thy Kingdom done, thy will be done as earth as it is in heaven’
...like lucifer, the angel who disobeyed, you had no intentions of listening to orders, which fell on your silent ears. Power was all you need, an addiction as you wrestled with the giants of the sea, like an animal staved of food, you ravaged all...reckless...powerful...brave...beautiful
The only constants in our lives is life and death, we are all part of the system yet we all wish to break free. The drums of war sound, growing in our ears, as we freeze in fear, shells of all calibre whiz past, some large, some small, all designed to kill. You grab my hand, and pull my down, out of dangers way, yet the sounds still haunt us, shell by shell, the walls started to cave in around us, my mind a mess of confusion and dread, as I can only look on to the barrage creeping towards us. Then it all stops; we get out, the beauty that one was, is strewn apart and gutted now. Birds stopped their songs, as the whistle of fire crackle. linger in the air. The sky was dark and grey, filled with the plooms of death, as I saw the darkness descend on your face. Your eyes so deep turned so shallow, as I saw you collapse to your feet. I held you tight, but you wouldn’t move, your body stone cold as I tried to get you to move, the life in your eyes gone...as I felt the trickle of blood run down my fingers...meine leibe...ist tot
Bells of death~
Death does ring, its bells cry out, it has no mercy with old, young all being its prey, just waiting for it to fester it’s talons into their unknowing corpses.
I remember the first time I saw you, looking so pure, the strands of your hair glistening in the sun, as your skin, smooth and soft, shinned like an angel. But now you are cold, my hands frozen to the touch, I searched for any sign of life, any sign of hope, but your heart was broken, and so shattered my thoughts...
I called but it feel on deaf ears, already you moved on, as I tried to fight back, fighting to keep you with me....alas...it was all for nothing, the softness I spoke, the love I gave was forgotten, as you ripped apart my heart, scattering all its pieces across all corners of this earth. My voice screamed for you, but no words came out. My throat was slit, bloody gushing out, as i squirmed on the floor, trying to stay fight it for you, but you were the one who slit it...laughing as you extinguished all the hope i ever had...
You held me close, the warmth of your breathe as it brushed against my face, your crimson locks like rays of the most beautiful rubies, as your skin, so soft, like clouds in the morning sky...”lets go take a walk together”...your angelic voice filled my ears, as I smiled out of ecstasy, they fell so softly in this harsh world. I stood up, as your eyes met, getting lost in your dark brown ocean, as you gripped my tight, feeling your heart beat against my chest, feeling that all I wanted was for this to never end...for you to hold me forever...and forever not let go....
The light was gone, all warmth has evaporated, my feelings shattered as I lay, a cold shrivelled mess, on the floor. I gasped for air, for anything but nothing was there for me...my eyes had been blinded by your light like many had been before, but what did I care, you were my world...or so I thought...it all crumbled around me, the walls I climbed, the bridges I crossed, all gone by your commands...all what remained was my husk...crying out for you around the destruction you made
You said you would be there, but that was just another lie that escaped your merciless lips, twisted by the fluttering of your eyes, the so called warmth of your smile, but it was just another act. You didn’t need me, I was only a toy for you to tease, for you to break, I waited all night and day, through the changes of the seasons but you still left me...not even a word...then you came back, your smile enticing my again, begging for me, and foolishly I was blinded, as you ripped apart any remaining love I had for you, ripping my heart clean from my chest, as you jokingly tossed it aside, as I was only your toy...you never really loved me, or were devoted the way I was to you, the sleepless nights I had, worried about you, my health in tatters for...a smile...
I walk across the green fields, blanketed in patches of flowers and other flora; my hand brushing past them as they sway in the gentle crisp breeze, as you laid in the warm sun, letting it bathe you, as I laid down next to you, smiling from side to side as I say your beauty once more, more beautiful than anything Mother Nature could conjure and more...you smiled at me as my heart overloaded with your love as my hand brushes your soft cheek, feeling you warm embrace as your lips locked to mine...you tasted so good, as we kissed for eternity, nothing could take me away from you...for I would fight the entire universe just to lay next to you...
I hug the naked ground, my limbs curled up into a ball as the coldness of your heart ices me, like daggers it claws into my flesh, slicing, stabbing, gouging as I lay there defenceless. My eyes leaked, my tears streaming down my face as my throat choked, tightening as I felt your fingers slide across it, your nails digging in as all you do is grin and chuckle. I try to hide my pain, but you hunger for it, no matter what I do, you find it. My brain was my only escape yet you control it, building up your walls as you crash down mine, throwing my body to the ground, leaving me to die under the rubble....
Your talons plucked out my heart, smiling as you handed it back to me, as I pulled you close, our lips embracing, my hands running along your soft skin, feeling your silky hair, as you faded away...you were just my imagination...
Dark sky, my heart slowly beating as I laid down my head against the cold night ground, my body in pain, ripped to shreds as I tried to find you. Scaling anything that came in front of me, beating anyone who stood in me way, I would kill everyone in this universe to stand next to you. My heart hungers for your love, your soft skin against mine...all I need is just one touch, just to stroke your cheek, and life would all be worthwhile...
Cold doth claim~
Like daggers the cold doth stab, flesh exposed mauled like a tame cat turned savage, the cold kissing your lips as your breathe begins to silence, your heart slows until your chest moves no more, and the cold claims it’s prize.
You as nature~
Silk was the grass, politely resting upon your soft skin, your figure the only art I need, sculptures has no stance compared to you. Your hair a thick brown forest swaying gently with the breeze, your eyes soft and warm, your jaw rugged like the Himalayas, making my heart skip just thinking about you
- new poems of Imagination and Worthwhile
I will be your Apollo, alone in outer space