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My parents made me sign up for some dating websites... I tried them when I was younger. It's a lot more humiliating the second time around.
Sorry. Let's not turn this into a pity party. I'm still pretty busy these days, but I will try to lurk around here more often.
Hey Jake.
The good news is, I'm still riding the gravy train in silicon valley. The bad news is, my old folks are getting increasingly insistent that I at least get a girlfriend.
Odom walked quickly to keep up with the much taller Kohanians. "It's a good question, sir. As you probably know, most of the major space-faring powers in our region of space could all be considered 'humans', genetic offshoots of the Nepleslian species. The appearances of the various non-human...
I believe the existence of Earth is deliberately left vague and up to interpretation. Very few people in this setting know of it, and almost all of them dismiss it as a myth.
Of course, all these humans originated somewhere. For these star-faring civilizations, Earth is just a very obscure myth...
In one of the campaign ideas that I'm toying around with in my mind, the MacGuffin is a relic from Earth. This fact would be obvious to the readers but not discoverable at all by the PCs. Just imagine your character holding a plastic figurine and saying "Made in Taiwan? Where is that?" :)
Odom walked over to Night Watches Over and bowed. “Greetings to you, sir. My name is Odom Stockwell, of the Ohara system. My government have sent me here to establish peaceful diplomatic contact, and I extend to you their wishes for warmest friendship and cooperation. I must admit that I also...
Odom's military training was all that kept him from fleeing in terror as the tall... humanoid tried to hug him. His briefing and the intelligence documents he had been given had utterly failed to impart the sheer size differential between him and the Kohanians. Odom instinctively took a step...
Haha, I think my job is already trying to kill me. *shakes fist at deadlines*
Of course, without a job, I can't pay for nice things... like food... which I think I need to live.
Being an adult is complicated. ^_^;
The independent courier and merchant ship, SS Jetstream, after obtaining permission from the local authorities, silently docked with KSS Imhotep, the space station in orbit around New Kohana. The merchant ship's manifest would declare that the ship carried some “luxury goods” in its cargo hold...
I presume that we are referring to this page:
https://wiki.stararmy.com/doku.php?id=pre_ye_01
If anything is vague or contradictory, keep in mind that it was written by fallible human beings, and even many commercial fictional worlds have trouble maintaining a consistent canon timeline. :)...
I guess I'll use this as our plot's OOC thread.
I was out celebrating a friend's birthday, which kind of chewed up my regular schedule, so no IC post this weekend. I'll try to find some time this work week.
Odom gave his documents one last examination, then widened his eyes in surprise. “No weapons? Really?”
His father cleared his throat. “Nothing that's not a part of your uniform, I'm afraid. Just your hand claws. It's a diplomatic mission after all.”
Odom shifted his weight uncomfortably...
Odom opened the folder, picked up one of the documents inside, and examined it. His snout twitched in disbelief. “Extra-terrestrial contact mission? Really?”
The Elder paladins nodded. “That is correct,” answered his father.
“Sirs...” Odom scratched his head. “Surely someone from the Coalition...
... So you guys are distracting a recently married man from his bliss and his real wife to discuss an important matter regarding imaginary catgirls.
Well, at least we got our priorities straight. :)
I don't mean to be rude, but I'm at the age where my friends are starting to get married, and...
Odom briskly marched into the room, saluted, and stood at attention.
“Be at ease, brother,” said one of the paladins.
Odom widened his stance a bit, and looked around. About a dozen paladins were seated along a long bench that was curved into a semi-circle, and all of them were facing him, for...
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