They called it the Sentinel. Since it was alone and unmanned and they found it adrift in the Sectaurian Sector.
When news of it’s discovery first hit the circuit it sent shock waves through the world.
Life. There was life out there. Alien as it may be with weird genetic code and structure but it was intelligent.
The scientist had cracked the coded messages and had discovered the name where this sentinel came from.
EARTH. It was sent from a place called Earth….

“I have the fire!”

The subway car shunted along the tracks. The sound was soothing like a lullaby. Max was listening to his DAP it had been awhile since he had a long period of rest. He wasn’t tired at all, just need to listen to some music to get his head straight once again. Who knows when the next time they’d get a much needed break like this.
Frank and Agnst were sitting in the seat behind him. Agnst curled up in the seat, her head nestled on Frank’s shoulder. Frank was still up, looking at the darkness beyond the windows. His thoughts at the moment was about tangerines. He hadn’t had one in a long while, and suddenly he had the urge for one.
It seemed like they had been riding the subway forever and a day. And it will stop and let them off where they need at that moment in time…

I ran a campaign in Feng Shui where the heroes could travel through different times and othewhens through the use of a “mystical” subway system. It was one of the best campaigns I ever ran.

It’s full of Stars!

When November came around, the trees were bare and the sky a bright blue, the crisp breeze was enough of a hint of just how bitter winter would be.
Max stood before the cenotaph, reading the names of the fallen. A tear welled up in his eyes due to the sacrifice that these people have made in order for future generations to endure a better tomorrow…

(Source: acidplanet.com)

If I incantation
a particular way,
it helps to set the mood.

You can use it reliably
on those kind of days.

It can be a digital version
of a record groove.


Anyone can put flame to food.

Another. Calm. ID.

Helps the Ego split.
Super-Ego quit.

Leaving no directions for us,
that’s why we loop the chorus.


Part 2

While I stand one,
and you stand two,
we know its all the same
but we still push the blues.

And we did it for the greyish green.
and to paint a scene,
with a flare for the dramatic
isn’t it “Tragic”
We’ve been “trapped” here in this last act

Before the curtain closes on the whole bogus show
Sarcasm is no joke.
Slow gropes at hope disguised as hope.

Then comes the folk.

Part 3
Even in the form of sign waves,
signs that don’t stay -
put -
the play button on the hook.
I invite you to take a look,
or a listen.

While the bass line draws to a close.

Part 4

I’m ready when you’re ready.
I’m ready when you’re ready.
I’m ready when you’re ready.
I’m ready when you’re ready.

Part 5

Now we’ve been fashionably late before.
Skip the coat check,
head straight to the dance floor.

That’s the kind of life I want to live.

comfortable in my position,
with plenty of bliss to give.

Part 6

Blisters give -
way to calluses
when its time to grow.

Or lessons learned,
we take our turn,
Upon the rocky road.

Then our actions
mimic our memories
and off we go.

We could have sat there
and let it come to us,
or so we’re told.

But then we would have missed the show.

Part 7

I’m ready when you’re ready.
I’m ready when you’re ready.
I’m ready when you’re ready.
Source: tripknight.com