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I Fought the Claw (and the Claw Won) You ever have one of those days where you're chained up in a bioplas bubble that's been dropped into a tank full of starving razorfins by a psychotic human pirate and your only hope rescue is from an underdressed vixen that you just mortally insulted?I Fought the Claw (and the Claw Won) by *Sir-Talen
No?
You lucky bastard.
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I should start at the beginning I guess. Hey I've got, like, minutes before my oxygen runs out after all. Assuming some clever razorfin doesn't evolve manipulators and raise the tank's local tech level high enough to crack the bubble first. May as well keep us both amused until then.
Anyway, the name is Captain Marturari Greycoat, Marty to my friends, mercenary
House Call Why, oh why had she ever moved to New York City? Terri thought desperately as she waddled as quickly down the street as she could manage. Around her, a crowd of people screamed and ran back up the subway tunnel stairs, where she'd only just managed to escape, the usual safe have infested with those… men… or whatever they were. Small, hunchbacked, and armed, though they seemed intent on disassembling the subway train rather than attacking anyone.House Call by *Sir-Talen
Well, attacking civilians at least. Several of them were shooting energy rifles at the figures who came out of the sky, one in red and gold armor, one large and green, the third blond, musc
As you know, Bob (and Ike, and Art) Scene: Ike's apartment in NYC, circa 1950. Ike is sitting on a couch with his friends Bob and Art. Across from them is our Friendly Neighborhood Time-Traveller from 2012. Scattered across the coffee table between them at the TT's cell phone, Kindle, and the contents of his wallet.As you know, Bob (and Ike, and Art) by *Sir-Talen
TT: So, are you convinced I'm from the future yet?
Ike: You had me at the funny hologram on your driver's license.
Bob (holding up a dollar bill to the light): You're sure this isn't Monopoly money? Dollars are supposed to be green.
Art (clicking around the Kindle): So this is a book reader. So much for microfilm spools! (keeps clicking) So you're a writer too,
A Soldier's Friend Once, when I was six years old, I was very ill with the Scarlet Fever. For two days I lay in bed, feeling cold, then hot, my throat raw as sandpaper. At midnight on the second night, as I lay in bed curled in a ball, eyes closed, awake, unable to sleep, I felt my father's hand touch my forehead. I looked up at him, and saw that he was kneeling beside my bed, dressed in his uniform, wearing his wide-brimmed helmet and with his rifle slung over his back. Beside him was a tall, pale man dressed all in black. He could have been a vicar, but somehow I knew that he wasn't, not really.A Soldier's Friend by *Sir-Talen
"Hello, son," my father said. "I heard you were sick, so I came
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