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The childlike reasoning I live with has made it possible for me to make a comical observation that other children might have if they were still posing their own mystical questions. I had the realization that the dinosaur deaths and extinction may be the reason for several pockets of oil that have been refined to support that devised device the couple of people are standing by. Because you gave the image a ghostly effect. Gray scale to cloudy white car and people I wondered what thought you had which inspired the position and color.

 

 

o_O Possibly a gaseous emission from the large creature? :laugh:

 

 

 

Pagafyr, in all honesty the picture came complete with coloured Tyrannosaurus dinosaur and blue car plus humans. None of it is my art work. I just liked the idea of putting in the image, complete with terminal, because I like dinosaurs.

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It appears that you are a child at heart when you're viewing and mixing images, because that picture arrangement definitely has the adult to child statement, pull my finger "FART JOKE" with the larger digit added it would be politically corrected to, "Pull my Tail!" The T-Rex definitely has the kind of grin on his face that suggests it will cause the party who does, pull that tail, a surprising experience. :laugh:

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Pagafyr, I missed the fart joke! My apologies for being so slow off the mark! Pull my tail! :sick: :dance: :sick: :dance: :sick:

Edited May 28, 2016 by Maharg67

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Ultimate Virtual Reality Struggles: Seventeen

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Dancewind entered his home office study, after going through an empty building, to find an odd surprise. Neatly piled on his large, wooden, desk were two neat stacks of expensive bound volumes. One stack was the five volumes making up the Commentaries on the Mysterium Xarxies, as written by one Mankar Cameron. Mankar Cameron was the insanely brilliant leader of the MythicDawn daedric cult following the Grand Daedric Prince MehrunesDagon of the 33 Grand Daedra.

Dancewind had found the finding of all five volumes to be difficult and the fifth one to be most difficult of all. He had managed only to obtain a badly damaged copy as a brain washed MythicDawner had struck it with a daedric magic fire spell. That is before Dancewind was forced to kill her with a thrust of his arcane magical blade.

The other stack was eight volumes on the MythicDawn, on MehrunesDagon, on Mankar Cameron, and on related subjects. Like the 'commentaries' they were all rare, hard to get and valuable in more than one way.

Then there was a stack of expensive, rare, charts that were clearly not imperial official or of Charters Guild make though all were of good quality. One was of the Imperial Capital City Sewer Network with some odd details. Another was of an area indicating what could have been hidden MythicDawn sites.

The well written, impersonal note, went as follows:

'Dear Dancewind, we will meet again but have left some gifts behind. Mankar Cameron was the one behind the failed attempt to assassinate Emperor Uriel Septim VII, the father of the newly enthroned empress. The same dark event had seen the deep wounding of the emperor and the death of his three sons along with the killings of over a dozen other powerful individuals. The Empress Father's visions continue to be of vital importance. We are here to help protect the Empress and to defeat MehrunesDagon and his plans for invading-conquering Tamriel. PS: the Bladeguards, next door, are far more clumsy than they imagine that they are."

Dancewind smiled and found that he was not at all surprised that all of the newcomers were gone! They had left behind more 'gifts' than those on his desk.

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Am considering what I will do next! :confused: :ohmy: :pinch: :laugh: :ermm:

Edited May 30, 2016 by Maharg67

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Zombies from the Sky, Chapter Three, will begin soon. Positive feedback would be appreciated.

Edited May 31, 2016 by Maharg67

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I only say it may be time for you to get a modern copy of the books publishers listings. Find the publishers who publish works that are in your writing style. Find out how they want the writing, on paper, sent via a fax, or uploaded to their work stations editor readers site.

 

It says in my home study copy that I have to send out a copy of a manuscript to every publisher that may have readers who like my kind of writing. But the publishers listings in it are definitely outdated. You will need to find the active publishers addresses and send each a copy of your manuscript.

 

I just want you to know what it says in the old book of mine. It says, "You will likely receive rejection after rejection until you feel like your work is no good and you're writing isn't going to get any attention. But! You will learn from the experience and can hone your writing skills so one day, when all seems to be rejection after rejection for one of your most recent manuscripts, one, of all the, publishers may call and offer you a contract."

 

Good Luck!

I may be remembering these words from a book I read, but believe me, I think I just thought them up. "Bloody bony finger tips, red dripping from your pores, a ghastly face in the mirror you'll grow to abhor. When the publisher does invite, your image may change to one of delight."

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Zombies from the Sky: Sixty-Four

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The coming of the outsiders, to Freedom Island, caused a shortage of space at first solved only when the very same newcomers mostly settled underground in the amazing labyrinth there. The Oracle announced that the island was responding to needs and was expanding internally though she did little to clarify what that actually meant. With the arrival of the expeditionary force came both new resources and new kinds of resources.

Lord CralLanta, vaunted leader of the reavers, came late to Freedom Island with a large group of reavers, other damphirs, other unlifen, and lifeforms of many kinds including animans. They came bringing what resources that they could including livestock and technologies. His arrival brought some hope that other refugees might arrive to strengthen the island defences and yet there was a growing concern about resources despite ancient dispensers providing tradegoods to any who had tradecredit granted to them by the same ancient systems.

The two airships hovered over Freedom Island as they were used as observation posts for the moment. Efforts were being made to build a proper landing zone where they could be safely secured against bad weather; otherwise they would have to fly high to avoid the bad effects of any storms, which is what they could do thanks to their use of amazing liftergas.

Then the ancient, alien, systems began to offer extra 'credit' in exchange for certain resources being dumped into opening chutes that vanished down into zones of sparkling energies; these stopped anything but requested resources, making anything else return safely to outside of the chutes; after an over curious animan cub fell into a chute only to be returned safely, this was accepted as a most welcome safety feature.

The three newcomer ships floated in sheltered waters along with the returned, enlarged, tramp-steamer that Captain ManMonster was still discovering wondrous new features and stored resources.

When Nemo chose somebody to make first contact with it was Captain ManMonster for the simple reason that they were old friends who had worked together more than once in various enterprises. Somehow neither felt it was a coincidence that they should meet again there and then. No, it seemed like destiny was joining their paths once more.

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Zombies from the Sky: Sixty-Five

New Episode

Three 2.1[2]{68}

Frankenstein observed, through a clever viewing system of big mirrors, hundreds of parachute figures falling from the sky. They were falling but unnaturally for the transformed paratroopers were zombified things. Yet they landed and fought with advanced body-armour and automatic weapons, though in a fairly clumsy manner.

Zombies were coming from the sky, from a zone of sparkling energies drifting above the central islands. They joined forces with other undead, with shambling zombies of more typical kind, with ghouls and other things of lesser undeath. Soon the new zombies were being called zombiers, 'zombie soldiers. They fired portable missile-launchers at the defenders and big portable machineguns. Parachute canisters, full of spare equipment and supplies, also fell but the professor smiled upon seeing them. His people would grab as many of those as they could and examine the gear inside.

He, and his trusted companions, were soon examining the energy field above, were soon being amazed by their findings for it appeared time-space was being twisted crazy like even by the standards of the Isles of Mist. Around them there was fighting but now reinforcements had arrived not just from Freedom Island but from other places as armed refugee groups kept finding refuge with his faction.

An agitated woman came to Professor Frankenstein. He turned from a make shift console set up, made up in a hurry from what ever stuff was handy, and nodded at the security officer with her new style podfibre body-armour. "As you predicted, a number of the professors have vanished taking valuable resources with them. Or at least they thought they did. Your plans worked well and they have a nasty surprise in store for them."

The man nodded. "Continue with the plan and sending me regular reports. We need to know who the traitors are going to meet, or is that 'what' they are going to meet? Otherwise continue normal security operations."

The woman nodded, nobody saluted the professors, turned and was soon departed.

Professor Frankenstein, only too aware that there was so much work to be done, went back to studying the energy field. When Professor Edistein, all the way from London, came into the chamber she quietly joined the working along with those she brought with him. Things had to be reorganised but the newcomers were both needed and most welcome along with equipment and supplies that they brought with them.

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Zombies from the Sky: Sixty-Six

New Episode

Three 3.1[3]{69}

Some zombiers floated as far as Freedom Island, being shot to death before they could land, but most splashed into the seas and were quickly destroyed by the salt water. Zombies, of all kinds, were threatened by being submerged for they could neither swim or float but salt water was more destructive of them than was fresh water.

Captured tech, including items from parachute canisters on land and floating at sea, were taken to be studied by a taskteam that including Professor Walter Zand, a lesser immortal refugee and scientific genius. The advanced automatic weapons, body-armour, and other items were soon being efficiently analysed but it was doubtful that they could be easily back engineered if at all. Nor did they use the same kind of cartridges as did the orthodox pyrokinetic weapons for they were caseless cartridge using. Parachute silk was also looted for reuse as were items taken from disintegrated zombies.

The Oracle spoke to Dorothy as they stood alone, except for a sleepy Toto, in a big chamber centered by a small circular lake. "It was I who was involved in the evil necroclone experiments somehow forgotten and changed in my mind so that I came to blame another."

Dorothy smiled lightly. "It is good that you admit your involvement in that has taken place but you were a victim despite that, in your pride, you might say otherwise. You were manipulated to go to the temple, recently found and returned to its original nature. When you went there it was corrupted and it was there that you were subjected to sorcery-scientific experiments including the theft of cells, and even eggs, from your body. You must do some intensive sitting, and walking, meditation on this matter before we discuss it again. There are tasks that I must carry out before we meet again."

Then Dorothy, and Toto, were gone almost as if they had never been there.

Edited June 18, 2016 by Maharg67