Three years and a pizza party. by Planken, literature
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Three years and a pizza party.
As the star-ships sleek skin shone in the sunlight and the air was filled with cheers and excited voices, he sat on a blanket with his family atop the massive hangar-roof with the other workers, they had the day off, while some was home relaxing after a grueling year building another unity ship up to spechs, he had always dreamed of going to the stars, to dance with the stars and see the moons of jupiter or even the birthplace of mankind. Yet he sat here under the sun of Alpha centauri, a strawhat on his head and ate leftovers from the pizza-party from the day before, sure, he wasn’t meant to take home food, but who was going to see? His overseer? That bastard was down there looking important alongside their elven warfth owner. So he had taken some home to his family, but his wife,a wiser woman, had said to save them for when they christened the ship with a bottle costing more than his yearly pay. And so he sat eating cold pizza while holding an arm around his wife, his youngest son
As she drove the human beside her started talking, first about the weather, then about the car. Finally he said. ‘’so what’s your name, new friend? I’m Manuel. Manuel la Espanja’’ to which she replied with a confused. ‘’what? ‘’ to which he replied. ‘’come on friend, everyone have a name: What’s yours?’’ to which she thought long and hard…what was her name? she had been 4778un for so long….What WAS her real name? Olav had never cared for her name and neither had anyone else…they had just called her 47….uh…..She spun her brain around in an effort to try thinking back: to remember her name, her name was….was….Red….Raud…..’’Nikea, my name’s Nikea. Named after some ancient city here on earth. My parents was romantics that way. ‘’ to which he gave a nod at that. ‘’Nikea…Pretty name for a pretty woman, come on then, Nikea: Lets head to France, nothing bad can happen there that haven’t already happened here, minus a damn orbital nuking, I guess. ‘’ His words were so charmingly said that she
Adventure of the worst shooter in Panzaria. by Planken, literature
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Adventure of the worst shooter in Panzaria.
Rain fell upon the dry grounds as she stared around, dead eyes from a dead girl, staring around at the living at the road beside her. Vehicles carrying Fifty or so people, elves, humans, orcs. All alive, all moving, all unsuspecting on their way eastward towards Hungary: Perfect prey: with that loot she might be taken back into the Unyielding Nords. She kept still as only a corpse could while watching them move forward, past her. Their vehicles moving past….with a hand made of bones, she latched onto a passing car-tail, getting dragged along, she moved her other hand, the half-rotten one, onto the car itself, pulling herself atop the car, she watched out for anyone to have noticed. No-one had…good. Now onto the car, she moved over above the driver seat, pulled out her revolver, too big calibre for your average person, but that was one good thing about being dead: You could bring a 50-calibre revolver to the fray, after all: it don’t matter to the dead if your wrist breaks, it’s not
The Union tree stood tall at the centre of the ship, all these union ships had these massive trees at their centre, full of flags, colourful cloth embroidered with wishes and prayers in a thousand languages and dialects. And she stared at it with a feeling of both awe, fear and hatred, if only she could get herself to believe like the union folks do.., well she was part of the Union too, she guessed while looking it up and down, her plans would work. - Elastri saw a human in the tree-temple and walked her elven self over to the young human. ‘’ah, you’re interested in the tree of gods and life? May I perhaps enlighten you? Or did you come to pray?’’ she loved when people come looking for the gods, after all: the truth of the universe is in the unification of all people and faiths into the true galactic peace. The Pax Galactica. The human gave her a confused hazel-eyed stare, before stating with a certain uncertainty. ‘’i..I guess.’’ Elastri felt her face smile honestly, so rarely did
The blizzard hammered against the mountains as Stahlgrim stared out across the mountainside, his beard coated in snow as his body was coated in a warm fur-coat. All he could see was the never-ending snow falling on the mountains, the dwarven-made concrete outpost on a small mountain-outcropping and his flak-gun was his only companionship up here. The winds would of bitten his face if not for his grand dwarven beard, a solid rifle resting against the concrete beside him as he stared out across the abyss. For his was the watch, and his was the plight of standing sentinel against dragons, birdmen and anything else that might come. He had fought dragons before, birdmen too for that matter, the birdmen was a tad more annoying than dragons, yet dragons was the more dangerous of the two. For where birdmen would swarm and get shot down by his flak-gun, the dragon took much more firepower to down, that and their dragons breath and their riders annoying lust for gold. this was the
the Dwarf, the Dwarf the Dwarf and the Raven tree by Planken, literature
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the Dwarf, the Dwarf the Dwarf and the Raven tree
The morning silence shattered as the sound of gunfire tore through the air, and Silljar jumped out of her half-slumber, spilled her coffee over herself, and with a groan she gets up and runs towards the harsh music of bullets. She finds some of her tribe in a shootout with the ground, or rather dwarves, which seem to have dug too far and too greedily, for they are angrily shooting and shouting from the ground, as the proud panzerwulfs shouts their bullets and fires their insults in return. ’’STOP! STOP! STOP GODSDAMNI!’’Silljar shouts but to no avail, no-one hears her and she can feel the call of panic in her chest as she can’t be heard. If she loses control now she would be voted our or even killed, she gotta think fast.think silljar think! THINK! BY THE RAVENS THI….tanks! TANKS!’’she runs off to the nearest tank and orders them to fire. As the howl of the holy cannon pierces the angry songs shield, the sides stop firing to watch her, and silljar panzerwulf, wearing only her
the panzerwulfs stood atop their tanks, trucks, tracks, armored tracked Trailers and sheep, staring in awe at the wonder of the world that is the Urfeuer. as the monolithic lighthouse stood in vigil atop it's awe inspiring base, a dark stone structure many tanks tall. like a Great fiery spear the lighthouse stood. ready to strike at the skies above. The lighthouse itself rotating slowly with mechanical might of ancient Dwarven Ingenuity. To the panzers it seemed like the very god of mechanics had erected this monument to himself. and then amidst the awestruck Panzers came the orders:barked by Silljar panzerwulf" SET YOUR CLOCKS AND WATCHES TO 12:05. THE URFEUER IS AT 12:05!" And the scurrying of hands came as by a horde of Fingers as the whole tribe set themselves to the task of installing upon their clocks the correct time turning to her confidante, silljar says" ruby. if yer stare more more now, yer eyes gonna fall out " to which ruby blushes as she replies" yes panzermutter..."
Silljar in the Temple of the mast-god by Planken, literature
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Silljar in the Temple of the mast-god
Silljar sat on a broken stone bench in the temple to the mast-good.Among the shattered benches and crumbling statues of strange gods. Sunlight flew through shattered windows and broken walls into the temple of the mast-man. ‘’ Like mold on rotting bread these villages be showing up and how many more would there be?’’. her vodka gave her mind and soul no warmth nor refuge from these horrifying thoughts that the old ways must die, for right now, her tribe could raid and burn a village of stone-wagons, butcher their heathen shamans and plunder their golden masts, but how much longer? When would kattreich find it fitting to send in their own tank-tribes, the panzerkatze?! what would then happen to her children? Her beloved children of the wolf and plains. Would they force their tank-tribes, who herd no sheep nor harvest from the lands, only living off strange boxed meals. to hunt down the panzer-tribes one by one? Enslave the plains underneath the plows of farmers and walls? These
The panzerwulf prison party by Planken, literature
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The panzerwulf prison party
The Panzerwulf tribe rested in the parking lot outside a kattreich prison, tanks off, engines slept like wolves in the summer sun, while silljar sat leant back in an Orange and Gray camping-chair, cigarette in mouth, jacket hanging on the cannon of her Leopard 2 Tank, the Tank called ‘’PanzerWulf’’ She were resting in the sun trooper shades on and enjoying herself, around her the tribe waited restfully, some were drinking beer, juice or water, playing dice, hide and seek, tag or toteball, a simple form of baseball.They were simply resting, not setting up camp, no barricades, no loud labour, just relaxing, waiting for a few tribesmen to be released from the kazenkäfig: the cat cage. Their term for prison And then the sound came, the sound everyone were waiting for: the sound of large metal gates grumpily moving aside to let out four panzerwulf tribesmen, and as they exited the prison gates;Carrying rucksacks and empty rifles, the panzers started cheering, three wives and a husband ran
Three years and a pizza party. by Planken, literature
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Three years and a pizza party.
As the star-ships sleek skin shone in the sunlight and the air was filled with cheers and excited voices, he sat on a blanket with his family atop the massive hangar-roof with the other workers, they had the day off, while some was home relaxing after a grueling year building another unity ship up to spechs, he had always dreamed of going to the stars, to dance with the stars and see the moons of jupiter or even the birthplace of mankind. Yet he sat here under the sun of Alpha centauri, a strawhat on his head and ate leftovers from the pizza-party from the day before, sure, he wasn’t meant to take home food, but who was going to see? His overseer? That bastard was down there looking important alongside their elven warfth owner. So he had taken some home to his family, but his wife,a wiser woman, had said to save them for when they christened the ship with a bottle costing more than his yearly pay. And so he sat eating cold pizza while holding an arm around his wife, his youngest son
As she drove the human beside her started talking, first about the weather, then about the car. Finally he said. ‘’so what’s your name, new friend? I’m Manuel. Manuel la Espanja’’ to which she replied with a confused. ‘’what? ‘’ to which he replied. ‘’come on friend, everyone have a name: What’s yours?’’ to which she thought long and hard…what was her name? she had been 4778un for so long….What WAS her real name? Olav had never cared for her name and neither had anyone else…they had just called her 47….uh…..She spun her brain around in an effort to try thinking back: to remember her name, her name was….was….Red….Raud…..’’Nikea, my name’s Nikea. Named after some ancient city here on earth. My parents was romantics that way. ‘’ to which he gave a nod at that. ‘’Nikea…Pretty name for a pretty woman, come on then, Nikea: Lets head to France, nothing bad can happen there that haven’t already happened here, minus a damn orbital nuking, I guess. ‘’ His words were so charmingly said that she
Adventure of the worst shooter in Panzaria. by Planken, literature
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Adventure of the worst shooter in Panzaria.
Rain fell upon the dry grounds as she stared around, dead eyes from a dead girl, staring around at the living at the road beside her. Vehicles carrying Fifty or so people, elves, humans, orcs. All alive, all moving, all unsuspecting on their way eastward towards Hungary: Perfect prey: with that loot she might be taken back into the Unyielding Nords. She kept still as only a corpse could while watching them move forward, past her. Their vehicles moving past….with a hand made of bones, she latched onto a passing car-tail, getting dragged along, she moved her other hand, the half-rotten one, onto the car itself, pulling herself atop the car, she watched out for anyone to have noticed. No-one had…good. Now onto the car, she moved over above the driver seat, pulled out her revolver, too big calibre for your average person, but that was one good thing about being dead: You could bring a 50-calibre revolver to the fray, after all: it don’t matter to the dead if your wrist breaks, it’s not
The Union tree stood tall at the centre of the ship, all these union ships had these massive trees at their centre, full of flags, colourful cloth embroidered with wishes and prayers in a thousand languages and dialects. And she stared at it with a feeling of both awe, fear and hatred, if only she could get herself to believe like the union folks do.., well she was part of the Union too, she guessed while looking it up and down, her plans would work. - Elastri saw a human in the tree-temple and walked her elven self over to the young human. ‘’ah, you’re interested in the tree of gods and life? May I perhaps enlighten you? Or did you come to pray?’’ she loved when people come looking for the gods, after all: the truth of the universe is in the unification of all people and faiths into the true galactic peace. The Pax Galactica. The human gave her a confused hazel-eyed stare, before stating with a certain uncertainty. ‘’i..I guess.’’ Elastri felt her face smile honestly, so rarely did
The blizzard hammered against the mountains as Stahlgrim stared out across the mountainside, his beard coated in snow as his body was coated in a warm fur-coat. All he could see was the never-ending snow falling on the mountains, the dwarven-made concrete outpost on a small mountain-outcropping and his flak-gun was his only companionship up here. The winds would of bitten his face if not for his grand dwarven beard, a solid rifle resting against the concrete beside him as he stared out across the abyss. For his was the watch, and his was the plight of standing sentinel against dragons, birdmen and anything else that might come. He had fought dragons before, birdmen too for that matter, the birdmen was a tad more annoying than dragons, yet dragons was the more dangerous of the two. For where birdmen would swarm and get shot down by his flak-gun, the dragon took much more firepower to down, that and their dragons breath and their riders annoying lust for gold. this was the
the Dwarf, the Dwarf the Dwarf and the Raven tree by Planken, literature
Literature
the Dwarf, the Dwarf the Dwarf and the Raven tree
The morning silence shattered as the sound of gunfire tore through the air, and Silljar jumped out of her half-slumber, spilled her coffee over herself, and with a groan she gets up and runs towards the harsh music of bullets. She finds some of her tribe in a shootout with the ground, or rather dwarves, which seem to have dug too far and too greedily, for they are angrily shooting and shouting from the ground, as the proud panzerwulfs shouts their bullets and fires their insults in return. ’’STOP! STOP! STOP GODSDAMNI!’’Silljar shouts but to no avail, no-one hears her and she can feel the call of panic in her chest as she can’t be heard. If she loses control now she would be voted our or even killed, she gotta think fast.think silljar think! THINK! BY THE RAVENS THI….tanks! TANKS!’’she runs off to the nearest tank and orders them to fire. As the howl of the holy cannon pierces the angry songs shield, the sides stop firing to watch her, and silljar panzerwulf, wearing only her
the panzerwulfs stood atop their tanks, trucks, tracks, armored tracked Trailers and sheep, staring in awe at the wonder of the world that is the Urfeuer. as the monolithic lighthouse stood in vigil atop it's awe inspiring base, a dark stone structure many tanks tall. like a Great fiery spear the lighthouse stood. ready to strike at the skies above. The lighthouse itself rotating slowly with mechanical might of ancient Dwarven Ingenuity. To the panzers it seemed like the very god of mechanics had erected this monument to himself. and then amidst the awestruck Panzers came the orders:barked by Silljar panzerwulf" SET YOUR CLOCKS AND WATCHES TO 12:05. THE URFEUER IS AT 12:05!" And the scurrying of hands came as by a horde of Fingers as the whole tribe set themselves to the task of installing upon their clocks the correct time turning to her confidante, silljar says" ruby. if yer stare more more now, yer eyes gonna fall out " to which ruby blushes as she replies" yes panzermutter..."
Silljar in the Temple of the mast-god by Planken, literature
Literature
Silljar in the Temple of the mast-god
Silljar sat on a broken stone bench in the temple to the mast-good.Among the shattered benches and crumbling statues of strange gods. Sunlight flew through shattered windows and broken walls into the temple of the mast-man. ‘’ Like mold on rotting bread these villages be showing up and how many more would there be?’’. her vodka gave her mind and soul no warmth nor refuge from these horrifying thoughts that the old ways must die, for right now, her tribe could raid and burn a village of stone-wagons, butcher their heathen shamans and plunder their golden masts, but how much longer? When would kattreich find it fitting to send in their own tank-tribes, the panzerkatze?! what would then happen to her children? Her beloved children of the wolf and plains. Would they force their tank-tribes, who herd no sheep nor harvest from the lands, only living off strange boxed meals. to hunt down the panzer-tribes one by one? Enslave the plains underneath the plows of farmers and walls? These
The panzerwulf prison party by Planken, literature
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The panzerwulf prison party
The Panzerwulf tribe rested in the parking lot outside a kattreich prison, tanks off, engines slept like wolves in the summer sun, while silljar sat leant back in an Orange and Gray camping-chair, cigarette in mouth, jacket hanging on the cannon of her Leopard 2 Tank, the Tank called ‘’PanzerWulf’’ She were resting in the sun trooper shades on and enjoying herself, around her the tribe waited restfully, some were drinking beer, juice or water, playing dice, hide and seek, tag or toteball, a simple form of baseball.They were simply resting, not setting up camp, no barricades, no loud labour, just relaxing, waiting for a few tribesmen to be released from the kazenkäfig: the cat cage. Their term for prison And then the sound came, the sound everyone were waiting for: the sound of large metal gates grumpily moving aside to let out four panzerwulf tribesmen, and as they exited the prison gates;Carrying rucksacks and empty rifles, the panzers started cheering, three wives and a husband ran
Me thinks tatoos are a great form for art. Because you basically allow an artist to use your skin. your body as a canvas. And one fuck-up from the artist stays with yer an' can't be removed. Kinda like drawing on walls I guess....yeah...I got some tattooos...I never learned to Draw well but I really respect those who can draw an' paint. An' me also thinks that those who are Tattooing on others are doing a great job when doing it well.. Ofcouse its also bad tattoooists. just like with any other art-form. but yeah....I think Tattoos are very personal. even if its just showing what ye liked at that point in yer life ye got that tatoo...still, it
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Jokke og valentinerne: mr.smith by ~Planken, 6 minutes, 13s ago Literature / Characters & Settings / Sci-Fi & Fantasy / Settings
To wake up early is an selfsaid thing,
In the monotone life of yours,
To eat breakfast is a medieval practice.
You aint got time for that kind of shit.
Hey people, here comes smith, and guess
If he's thirsty today, hey people, not just a bit
He probably pay a beer if we hang us on.
Everybody stands and laugsh at you and
Talks behind your back, everybody waits
For you to go, withouth understanding anything.
And you sits there, wondering if he