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The voice of the Super Mutant Bard (a behemoth) soared out over the bleak hills as he stood upon a big flat topped boulder on the very peak of one great hill. He spread his arms out to the sky as he sang.

“Can’t anybody feel sorrow for a poor Super Mutant soul?”

“Can’t anybody tell we didn’t choose to be this way?”

“Can’t anybody see that if we bash in your head, that deep inside we…”

The Brothers of Steel Chorus broke in then from where they stood almost shiny on top of another hill.

“Super Mutants, as dumb as a brick!”

“Super Mutants, bigger than a brick s**** house!”

“And nastier than a sack full of wolverines!”

Super Mutant Bard, again:

“Can’t anybody feel sorrow for a poor Super Mutant soul?”

“Can’t anybody tell we didn’t choose to be this way?”

“Can’t anybody see that if we bash in your head, that deep inside we…”

The Super Mutants Chorus added their bit.

“Super Mutants, hammer bash crash!”

“Super Mutants, blast bang boom!”

“Super Mutants, crack snap kill!”

Super Mutant Bard!

“Can’t anybody feel sorrow for a poor Super Mutant soul?”

“Can’t anybody tell we didn’t choose to be this way?”

“Can’t anybody see that if we bash in your head, that deep inside we…”

The Brothers of Steel Chorus!

“Oh we love to kill a Super Mutant!”

“Oh yes we really do!”

“We love the smell of burning Super Mutant in the morning!”

Super Mutant Bard!

“Can’t anybody feel sorrow for a poor Super Mutant soul?”

“Can’t anybody tell we didn’t choose to be this way?”

“Can’t anybody see that if we bash in your head, that deep inside we…”

“Really don’t give a damn!”

As you leave the theater please don’t forget to buy our bargain priced Super Mutants the Musical coffee cups, Tshirts and tea towels, just $100 each plus tax.

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SWEETNESS AT PEACE WITH SELF AND OTHERS

 

There is a sweetness in being

 

at peace with one self

 

that allows a clearer window of view

 

onto both one self and to others

 

a sweetness of calm, of greater acceptance

 

hard to explain to a mind too busy with thoughts and feelings

 

hard not to appreciate once such peace is experienced.

 

Maharg67 GGP

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TOO HOT

There is a heat wave here in Perth Western Australia

Hot, its damned hot

too hot like an oven

in which fans just blow around the warm air

warm nights bring no relief

there is lack of sleep

the body is too hot

the mind is too fuzzed

can't afford air conditioning

I try to think cool thoughts

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-16-
THE ADVENTURES OF THE DOCTOR AND COMPANIONS
IN LONDON, THE 1960s

 

SarahJane Smith showed up at the junkyard to meet the Doctor. The Doctor, his people, Torchwood and other locals went on trying to deal with what was going on.

Special Forces soldiers kept fighting the enemy in the London Undercity. The enemy kept coming but human reinforcements came. The soldiers were also learning how to deal with the strange enemies, learning how to exploit their weaknesses for though cunning and berserker brave, they were not very bright. Booby-traps, and ambushes, were becoming the way to deal with many of them along with carefully prepared kill zones.

Superthugs continued to cause trouble in parts of London but they also had weaknesses of berserker rage leading to over confidence that led to them being gunned down while rational soldiers would have taken cover. In this situation also the human military were learning that tactics like ambushes, and prepared kill zones, were very good at wiping out the distorted humans.

Harold, clone-cyborg servant of the TimeMasters, kept observing the situation and tried to learn more about the Doctor being then, and there, much to the concern of his superiors.

The TimeMaster traitors continued to secretly experiment with superdrugs but also to carry out other dangerous research and development projects.

The new children's television show, Basil Brush and Friends, was becoming very popular and not just with children.

Flares were becoming fashionable trousers to wear.

There were growing spates of 'UFO sightings' around the world and the appearance of strong, reliable evidence of such being real.

The USA and the USSR ended the Cold War with a suddenness that surprised most of the world. The International Space Program was begun with joint efforts to build a permanent international space-station to orbit the Earth.

 

-CONTINUED-

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-17-
THE ADVENTURES OF THE DOCTOR AND COMPANIONS
IN LONDON, THE 1960s

 

The Doctor examined the bodies, of different kinds of creatures, that had come through the rift. He was not pleased by what he found but was able to state that the weathels, and weavorks, came from the bizarre biomellatic world city of Yakayakata. On Yakayakata they were lowly working castes, also used as basic soldiers, but were controlled by synthetic psychic broadcasts that did not exist on the Earth. Hence they went wild when they came through the rift. As for the vaguely bat, crocodile and spider like monsters, they probably came from the hot, steamy, jungle world of Venus. That is from the world hidden within the world of Venus. Yakayakata was not only thousands of light years away from Earth, but on the other side of many dimensional transitional boundaries, as the Doctor called them. Venus was in the same solar system but the creatures came from a secondary world within the more known Venus.

The Doctor frowned. "The concern is not the weathels, or weavorks, but their masters. We need to know from just 'when' the creatures are coming for Yakayakata has had more than one set of masters. The native Yakaya Lords were hard but not brutally so and did not attack unless defensively. The problem is that for a time the daleks dominated the planet, suppressing all of the Yakaya until driven off by a great rebellion aided by some outside support. The support was by Thals, traditional enemies of the daleks and from the same world as they, Skaro. The Thals have become psychic empowered supersoldiers, or at least half of them have done so. In its own way that was a cruel blow against a once peaceful, highly cultured people."

Susan frowned in return. "So daleks could come through or Thal psychic supersoldiers or both."

Her grandfather nodded. "Or worse things could come from, the Hidden Venus, than have done so already. The world is not just hidden but contained for good reason. It has many dangerous entities there and a few are far more lethal than those that have come through so far."

Susan frowned. "If we can not fully seal the rift, we could at least try to shrink it down."

Around them the TARDIS chamber hummed very softly. The dead creatures lay on metallic slab tables but also inside elongated, transparent capsules. Like most of the TARDIS, the chamber looked largely bare but there was much more to it than could be easily discerned.

The Doctor responded. "Yes but not easily and it might turn out to be more dangerous to try than to leave the rift alone and hope it will shrink, or even close, with out our intervention."

Susan shook her head, just a little. "The local humans will not be pleased by this news."

"And who could blame them?" The Doctor frowned. "It certainly does not please me."

 

-CONTINUED-

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THE ADVENTURES OF THE DOCTOR AND COMPANIONS
IN LONDON, THE 1960s

 

Emily heard the muffled sounds of fighting, of shooting, of small explosions going off in rapid succession. The secret base was being attacked and in force. She grabbed up what stuff she could and hurried to find any kind of secure, fast exit from that place. She had no real loyalty to her new masters, the MaskedLords, or their flunkies, the MaskedOnes. Superthugs, stupidly aggressive with doses of superdrug, had been given powerful shotguns and autorifles to use against the invaders; they were racing off to fight and, most likely, to die. Emily soon found herself going down a dimly lit hallway that she was not supposed to enter, let alone to move along. Normally there would be a MaskedOne there to stop her, being physical enhanced and with some fancy body-armor plus raygun. Clearly any such sentry had gone off to defend the underground base.

The metallic doors, quite normal steel ones by appearance, were locked until she came to one that was marked with what looked to be a picture symbol of a staircase. Then she was facing a fair sized stairwell but, to her dismay, it went downwards deeper into the base. That was not where she wanted to go, was forbidden onto death by the MaskedLords. Even the MaskedOnes needed special permission to go down there. The door must have been left open by accident. Then she heard two MaskedOnes coming that way, thudding heavily in their boots, so she had no choice but to go down stairs. She would be in trouble just by being found there.

Down the stairs she went, going quickly but not so fast as to make too much noise or to trip. The next level down had a locked metal door but the one after that the door was actually open. The hallways were much the same as those she knew upstairs. Then she came upon a dead MaskedOne sprawled across the floor, a gaping burn hole in his chest. His autorifle lay on the floor but she ignored it as it was too heavy, and powerful, for her to use properly. Emily did take a short, thick club and held it firmly in her right hand as she went on moving. The clubs were used against the superdrugged puppets, she had been lightly thumped more than once but normally on the bum for somebody's amusement, not being hers.

The next door, to her right, was open and showed a strange laboratory workshop dotted with dull metallic machines. She did not go in there, wisely enough, until she realized she had glimpsed something amazing. Going back, she looked in to see a large, unguarded, tray of one use hypodermic needles. Each of the wonders had a single dose in it of one of a variety of superdrugs, including the color coded pink stuff that had come to dominate her life so much. Emily looked quickly around and moved towards the wondrous prize. The door swung closed behind her and a MaskedLord stood there like some metallic humanoid, tall and broad shouldered but not like one of the big superhulks. He lifted one metallic gloved hand that held a short, stubby rod and shot her with a pulsing beam of energy. Emily blacked out after only a short softly tingling stinging sensation all over.

 

-CONTINUED-

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Conan of Tamriel #4

Northlander Decisions

Continued on from Post #23

The group discussed the idea of going to the Deadlands, the Oblivion Realm of MehrunesDagon, and none were too thrilled at the idea.That the Northlanders had been promised a large up front payment, a bonus not expected to be returned, along with a much bigger reward, helped to influence the decision. With bonus, and reward, Conan's people would have a far greater chance to create the basis of their own colony in Skyrim. They did not wish to remain with the Arazarans and, though they might serve them in future, it would be from their own small homeland. Conan was also a very clever diplomat, despite his appearance and mannerisms as a hulking barbarian that suggested otherwise, and he had a desire to meet formerly with representatives of the Empire that was based in Cyrodiil and the Grand Imperial City. He figured it would be better to meet an Imperial Envoy with a good tribute handy if it became necessary.

Not all Northlanders would go, of course, but the final number would rely on just how difficult it would be to take the artifact to the Deadlands. The Northlanders wished to continue to help defend Arazara, against the invading daedra, because not only had were they being paid to do so, they had also given their oath; that meant a great deal to those people.

The Northlanders had fought daedra before but to the north, in their former homeland. OblivionGates had opened there to spew out savage daedra, more than once, but not all invaders had served MehrunesDagon. Conan had been briefly to the Deadlands, when much younger, and had not been much impressed by a realm slowly drowning in vast oceans of larva that were slowly swallowing up daedric towers and the very last lands. The Northlander group had grabbed a daedric artifact causing the OblivionGate to close but also for the group to teleport back to the site of the, then closed, OblivionGate.

The shamans were pleased to have a chance to take certain plants from the Deadlands for they had very exotic properties that were very useful in making certain kinds of shamanic magical serums.

Conan was curious to see how the Deadlands were going since he had last experienced them but mostly he just wanted to get there, get the quest done, and return back to Tamriel.

It was decided, by vote, that the group would be sent to the Deadlands though how it would get there was yet to be decided. OblivionGates were commonly thought to be the only way but, in truth, there were a small number of others.

Continued on in Post #81

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Compassion?

What is compassion?
Is it 'just love'?
One can choose to love somebody
but if one can even have love for Hitler or Stalin or Genghis Khan
then that is compassion!
Or so I have been told!
Compassion would, then, be harder to give then love!

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POSTS TO BE DONE SOON!