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Literature
Shadowblade
“So!” Tuera said, with only a little hint of forced cheer in her voice. “Are we ready to go?” Phyacair stared at her for several seconds; his rotten features were the epitome of exhausted dispassion.
“Very nearly, Mistress,” he eventually sighed. “Although, I can’t help but wonder. Has your sudden and rather drastic need for us to depart been brought on by the events which transpired earlier?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tuera said flatly, fooling absolutely no one.
“I do know what I’m talking about...” Phyacair shot back immediately.
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Gadgetzan, earlier...
It was a relatively quiet evening in Gadgetzan. Of course, it was never truly quiet in this den of sin and vice. There was a general murmur of voices and engines that could be heard in the distance, occasionally punctuated by the odd squealing tire or the muffled pops of distant gunfire... even at its most sil
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Literature
Me's A Crowd
Last Sunday, in the Dreadscar...
It was another meeting of the Black Harvest, in a quiet pocket of the Dreadscar. Things were proceeding as they normally did, with normal business being discussed, and no one suspecting that what was about to come next was very much not normal.
Tuera smiled to herself in anticipation. Oh, this will be fun!
“So,” Karthys words echoed with the sounds of several voices, and he tapped the bottom of his scythe against the stone floor; the sound reverberated off everything, like he was striking a gong. “Does anyone else have something to present?” Tuera calmly lifted her hand into the sky.
“I have something, that might interest... at least, some of you...” Tuera smiled with a laugh, stepping back out of the circle. This was enough to raise a few eyebrows, since most warlocks who took the floor during meetings moved to the center of the circle, not outside it. “But I think, rather than te
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Literature
Turnabout
A shady deal was going down in one of Gadgetzan’s many darkened back alleys. Several thugs from the Grimestreet Goons Gang were offloading crates from the back of a truck, and shuttling them into the warehouse they were parked behind. Some distance away, a female tauren and a male goblin wearing a three-piece pinstriped zoot-suit with matching fedora were discussing the business end of this deal. The goblin was smoking a cigar, counting out the stack of macaroons in his hand, while the tauren just looked bored.
“An’ remembah...” the goblin said in a thick Undermine accent. “If any’ne asks where yah foun’ all dis...”
“Yeah, yeah...” the tauren girl waved him off, and started walking back to the warehouse. “They fell off a truck, I got it.” The goblin chuckled and shoved the stack of bills into his jacket as she walked away.
“Aight, boys, les’ wrap it up ‘ere,” the goblin clapped his hands sev
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Literature
Phantasmagoria
Somewhere in the Dreadscar...
A cold, bitter wind wafted around Tuera. That was one of the things she always found hilarious about this place. The Dreadscar was, quite literally, a rock floating in the middle of space; and not even a big rock, at that. But, thanks to its coterminous nature within the Twisting Nether, there existed all manner of peculiarities that, at first, second, and thirty-forth glance, made no sense at all. For instance: weather patterns on an asteroid that could not have measured more than half a mile across.
It was the bi-weekly meeting of the Black Harvest, and – as usual – Tuera was getting bored and distracted. Most of the talk this week had been silly and frivolous, concerned primarily with the wares that were to be hawked at a booth they had acquired at... some sort of... tournament or other. Apparently, the members of the Hand wanted to use it for recruiting, but Tuera couldn’t see the point. This was supposed to be a cabal o
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Literature
To Catch a Lotus
Phyacair calmly floated through the chilly pines of the Whispering Forest in western Tirisfal. He knew that his target was here, somewhere, but – ah! There he is. A lone figure was standing in a clearing, and even though his face was concealed behind a rather macabre mask, the identity of the undead man was clear.
“Greetings,” Phyacair rasped out, floating toward his target. “You are Nimin Duskhammer of the Black Harvest, yes?” Of course he was, Phyacair thought; there was no one else here, and this is where they had agreed to meet. But there was no sense being impolite and assuming.
“Yes I am,” the Count of the House Duskhammer replied. “I can only assume that you are Tuera’s... representative outside of Harvest meetings?” Phyacair nodded.
“I am indeed.”
“You have your Mistress’ gift for me, then?” Nimin asked, cutting to the heart of the matter immediately. Phyacair merely smiled,
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Literature
Shells
Somewhere on the Broken Shore...
DIE, INSECT!” The massive Fel Lord boomed, swinging the equally massive poleaxe. The blackened and dead ground practically exploded in a shower of blazing green fel fire and rubble, sending Tuera Ashama flying. “I will cleave your soul ASUNDER!
She smashed back-first (and upside down) into one of the nearby fel-crystal stalagmites, and collapsed into a bloody heap. With difficulty, she pushed off the ground and got back on her feet, wiping the blood away from her mouth. She balled her hands into fists, which were instantly surrounded by a shroud of green flame.
“Was that your best shot, Xar’thok?” she said with a laugh. “I’ve met gnomes who hit harder!” She didn’t seem bothered that the Fel Lord was easily ten or fifteen feet taller than she was, and at least five times as broad. The Legion lieutenant charged at her with a roar, raising the poleaxe high above
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Literature
Mana Wrench in the Works
It was raining at the Temple of a Thousand Lights. Then again, it was always raining in this part of southern Azsuna. Tuera suspected that the constant stormy weather had something to do with the Naga stronghold just off the southern coast... but that wasn’t really her concern at the moment.
No, she was here in these ancient Nightborne ruins because she needed the money.
When she was forced to destroy the Ashen Citadel, most of her liquid assets and spell foci were rendered to ash and superheated slag. There were certainly ways to make up the money fast and “acquire” more spell components even faster if she wanted to go the flashy illegal route. But that might not be the best idea at the moment, considering so many warrants out for her arrest. The best plan right now was some subtle, only quasi-legal work, and that meant a bit of freelancing for the League of Explorers... and maybe the Reliquary too, if she could find the time. They did tend to pay bette
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Literature
Second Chances, Second Opinions
A week ago...
Green.
The goblins loved this particular shade of green. Phyacair, on the other hand, utterly despised it. It wasn’t the soothing shade found in the Undercity’s slime canals; it wasn’t the tantalizing allure of fel-fire and all the power it offered; it wasn’t even the familiar shade of the Re-Agent, bringing promises of resurrection.
No, this particular shade of green was wholly artificial. The color of plastic. And it was absolutely everywhere here in Gallywix’s Pleasure Palace. Why on Azeroth would someone like Karthys be in a place like this? Phyacair did not know.
All he knew is that Tuera’s Black Harvest communicator indicated to her that Karthys, a rather well-preserved lich and Hand of the Council, was here, somewhere. Tuera had instructed Phyacair to find Karthys, because she needed advice; the kind of advice that a lowly servant like he could not give.
There was a word for this. What this... <
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Literature
New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Afterword)
Afterword
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Something felt odd. I could feel something, for one thing, and that was certainly a change from... from... I’m not sure. I’m confused. Was I dead? It felt like I was supposed to be dead. I think. I’m not sure. Didn’t I already do this? Something tells me that I’ve been here before.
“I think he’s waking up!” I heard a muffled voice, like it was miles away.
I tried opening my eyes. The sterile chrome roof above my head was blinding. Everything felt fuzzy. But I could definitely hear a steady beeping, and it felt like I was covered in... wires? Where am I? Am I in one of the Big MT labs, or...
A hand squeezed my own. I looked down and tried to focus...
“Bout time yer crippled ass woke up,” Cass said from my side, smiling at me and holding onto my hand tightly. Her hat was nowhere in sight, and her messy red hair was hanging loosely around her smiling face. That just made me even more c
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Literature
New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Epilogue)
Epilogue
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And so The Courier, who cheated death in the cemetery outside Goodsprings, managed to do the impossible one last time, and the Mojave Wasteland was forever changed.
The army of securitrons beneath The Fort was a secret weapon that only Sheason’s closest friends saw coming. It caught both Caesar’s Legion and the New California Republic completely off guard, driving them both from Hoover Dam and securing the independence of New Vegas. With the aid of both The Kings and the Followers of the Apocalypse, the securitron army was able to maintain order in the city streets following the battle. The citizens of Freeside were already well accustomed to securitron patrols after the defeat of Los Zorroz, so very little seemed to change for most people.
With the reigns handed over to Julie Farkas, New Vegas assumed its position as a powerful independent city-state: a shining beacon of civilization in the wasteland, and a refuge for those who wanted peace
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Literature
New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Chapter 172)
Chapter 172: Cashing Out
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I may have spoken too soon.
All I managed was a measly three shots from the LAER before he closed the distance. Two of the beams impacted against his chest armor amid a shower of sparks, and the third hit his shoulder briefly, before glancing off. Didn’t have long to be surprised though, because that massive sword of his was coming straight for my face. And if that weren’t bad enough, the sword had set itself on fire again.
I tried to remind myself what Benny had told me, and focus on the fact that it wasn’t real. But even if the flames weren’t, that fucking sword was.
I rolled out of the way as fast as I could, but I wasn’t quite fast enough. The ground under my feet split apart with a monstrous explosion, showering me with sharp rocks and flying shrapnel. I tried to get back up on my feet, hoping that he hadn’t expected me to dodge that first strike-
WHAM!
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As you know, I drive a delivery truck for a living. For the most part, it's pretty boring and tedious, made worse because the customers are idiots, my co-workers are idiots, and my boss is an asshole.

(Okay, so it's not quite that bad; not all of my co-workers are idiots. Just most of them. But I digress.)

The best part of the job is the fact that 90% of my day is spent behind the wheel, where I don't have to talk to or interact with anyone, and I can listen to my music as loud as I want.

So, earlier today I was at a stoplight and things were pretty much par for the course: window down, music up, elbow out the window, one hand casually on the steering wheel, trying to angle my Sherwin-Williams trucker hat to keep the sun out of my eyes, etc. And then, suddenly I hear this from somewhere to my left:

"TURN YOUR FUCKING MUSIC DOWN!"

Some douchebag in a lifted pickup had rolled his passenger window down just so he could yell that at me while we were stopped at the lights.

So what do I do? I look him square in the face, lower the music slightly, and then yell back:

"NO!"

When I turned the volume knob back to the max, the chorus for AC/DC's "Rock & Roll Ain't Noise Pollution" starts blasting out of the speakers at full volume.

Some days, I really like my job.

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As you know, I drive a delivery truck for a living. For the most part, it's pretty boring and tedious, made worse because the customers are idiots, my co-workers are idiots, and my boss is an asshole.

(Okay, so it's not quite that bad; not all of my co-workers are idiots. Just most of them. But I digress.)

The best part of the job is the fact that 90% of my day is spent behind the wheel, where I don't have to talk to or interact with anyone, and I can listen to my music as loud as I want.

So, earlier today I was at a stoplight and things were pretty much par for the course: window down, music up, elbow out the window, one hand casually on the steering wheel, trying to angle my Sherwin-Williams trucker hat to keep the sun out of my eyes, etc. And then, suddenly I hear this from somewhere to my left:

"TURN YOUR FUCKING MUSIC DOWN!"

Some douchebag in a lifted pickup had rolled his passenger window down just so he could yell that at me while we were stopped at the lights.

So what do I do? I look him square in the face, lower the music slightly, and then yell back:

"NO!"

When I turned the volume knob back to the max, the chorus for AC/DC's "Rock & Roll Ain't Noise Pollution" starts blasting out of the speakers at full volume.

Some days, I really like my job.
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No More Wow by Sheason
... which means I've let my subscription to WoW run out. No great loss, frankly. I haven't played it in several weeks.

In other news, I'm still playing Elite: Dangerous, but I've got the Mass Effect soundtrack playing in the background. I've always liked the music from the Mass Effect series, but I haven't listed to it in a while because, as ever, I am STILL salty about THAT ENDING. So, hopefully, by playing it alongside Elite, it can help me associate the music with something other than pain.
I really want to draw what Sheason and Tuera would look like in Elite Dangerous. Trouble is, I'm not sure my hand will cooperate, because it hasn't in some time.

Sheason would be easy enough, because I'm picturing him as part of the Hutton Orbital Truckers Co-Operative. Which means he'd probably end up looking like Cledus, Jerry Reed's character in Smokey and the Bandit, complete with trucker hat and vest. Can't really pull that off in game because those options don't exist for character customization (which is why, in the screenshot from earlier, he looks like a discount Maverick) but who cares. I just want an excuse to have him be drinking out of a Hutton Mug.

Tuera, on the other hand... I'm sure that she would be a full-on villainous asshole, yet again. And that means she would definitely be an Imperial. It's a perfect fit,  really. They have the best visual aesthetic, their economy is built on the back of a massive slave trade, and they have almost certainly committed genocide in the past against the pre-FTL alien species that used to live on the world Capitol. And because I can't picture her in anything practical, she wouldn't be wearing the Remlok Suit; she'd probably be wearing something flowing and elegant with plenty of white and gold (with blue lights built right into the outfit, because Fuck You), mag-boots styled to look like high-heels, and a thigh holster sticking out of the slit in her dress to hold some kind of crazy plasma gun.

The gun would have three settings: "Stun," "Kill," and "Solve All Immediate Problems," as a tribute to Yahtzee's book Will Save The Galaxy For Food.

(I should point out: calling her a pilot would probably be a stretch. Even though her ship would almost certainly be an Imperial Cutter, I doubt she would actually fly it herself. Not that she couldn't fly it, mind you, she just wouldn't. After all, she has people to do these things for her. )

Of course, all of this is moot, since I can't seem to get my hands to draw - or even write anything of consequence - lately.

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avenger09 Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Who is your favorite Chosen from XCOM 2? 
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avenger09 Featured By Owner May 18, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Came across this mod and thought you might enjoy it for it's Lore references www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Q9hx3…
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CC3TheArtist Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2017  Student Interface Designer
Here take a llama (:  Hooray Llama Badges 
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Sheason Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
You know, all the years I've been on this website, and I still don't understand what the Llama's are or what they're for.

I mean... thanks. But I don't get it.
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CC3TheArtist Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2017  Student Interface Designer
sorry but it can not be returned jeje 
bye KirbyWink 
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avenger09 Featured By Owner Edited Nov 21, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
It's kinda sad/weird how all the previous Games antagonists have been declawed in the sequels. 
The Supermutants who once threatened to overrun humanity and convert them to their Unity. Are have become a common sight with many turning out to be all right people. 

The Enclave. Scattered to the four winds like leaf's from a felled tree, unlikely ever to sprout with the same might in the Radioactive soil. 

Makes me wonder how the Institute will fair in Future instalments. 
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avenger09 Featured By Owner Edited Nov 14, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
I've always wondered what Marcus though of good old Lou. www.youtube.com/watch?v=8U9T8Z…;
Perhaps he could reference him in conversation with Chris and Shea?
Or maybe share with Chris a photo of his Dad and his group, like this one. andronicusvii.deviantart.com/a…
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hyperdragon97 Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
In your side stories taking place at the Inventory, you said that the character of Sheason Fisher could theoretically fit into almost any game or story. That has me wondering two things. First, what are the definitive traits that all iterations of Sheason would share? And second, what might Sheason be like as an Overwatch character?
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Sheason Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
I'm pretty sure Sheason is already there, underneath Soldier 76's face mask.
Now, I know Soldier 76 is the most boringly generic of all the colorful characters in that game, but look at the list:
-Old and grizzled as fuck
-A skilled killer, no matter what weapon he decides to use
-Probably drinks heavily
-Used to be idealistic and is now cynical and jaded, but will still do the right thing as a first instinct, despite himself.
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hyperdragon97 Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
That actually makes a lot of sense. 
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