Andrew Moore's Blog, page 106
November 4, 2022
November Is the Cruelest Month
Denying us genre-related discussion material. Let's turn November into October II so we can talk about zombies and dullahans.
November 3, 2022
Game Demos and Their Consequences
Harvestella's coming out! Durst you try it? I durst not. As for Fred Durst, what happened to his streaming career? I thought he really could have been somebody.
November 2, 2022
A Little Shutdown Humor
"I thought you said Crossing Noid!"
November 1, 2022
The True Horror
Now that Halloween is over, Halloween itself is now a spooky ghost. Yikes!
October 31, 2022
Through Certain Half-Deserted Stars
The last transport scheduled for the day slid away from Outpost 72351. The small human crew relaxed, ready to tell scary stories around the single orange light in the break room. Even minor stations far from any planets had their amenities in the modern era.
They had their surprises as well. A ship appeared, according to some sensors and not others, and the ones that did report it reached no sure conclusion as to its properties. Its hull was curved overall except where it did not exist, or was it a cone that turned about its axle at different speeds for every inch of it? The operate could be confident only that the structure out-massed and out-volumed Outpost 72351 a dozen times over.
A check of the filed itineraries for the next week gave no relevant results of course, or a search through every known ship design, and it responded not at all to decreasingly calm messages from the outpost. It approached, and every crew member knew both that first contact had been made and that they would not survive it.
The unidentifiable vessel stopped. No obvious means of propulsion activated, but it stopped, less than an arm away from the outpost's hull. The crew members cried, wishing the station had windows or glad it did not. A light blinked on in the command center, one caused by nothing visible, that grew larger and larger until it spelled words that were read the same no matter the viewer's angle. "Boo! Trick or Treat!"
The ranking officer ordered all the candy they had to be ejected in the direction of the object. That was done. The light contracted before it swelled again to spell out, "Thank you!" The vessel vanished, and never did anyone in known space see it again. Not for one year, that is.
Happy Halloween!
Finis
They had their surprises as well. A ship appeared, according to some sensors and not others, and the ones that did report it reached no sure conclusion as to its properties. Its hull was curved overall except where it did not exist, or was it a cone that turned about its axle at different speeds for every inch of it? The operate could be confident only that the structure out-massed and out-volumed Outpost 72351 a dozen times over.
A check of the filed itineraries for the next week gave no relevant results of course, or a search through every known ship design, and it responded not at all to decreasingly calm messages from the outpost. It approached, and every crew member knew both that first contact had been made and that they would not survive it.
The unidentifiable vessel stopped. No obvious means of propulsion activated, but it stopped, less than an arm away from the outpost's hull. The crew members cried, wishing the station had windows or glad it did not. A light blinked on in the command center, one caused by nothing visible, that grew larger and larger until it spelled words that were read the same no matter the viewer's angle. "Boo! Trick or Treat!"
The ranking officer ordered all the candy they had to be ejected in the direction of the object. That was done. The light contracted before it swelled again to spell out, "Thank you!" The vessel vanished, and never did anyone in known space see it again. Not for one year, that is.
Happy Halloween!
Finis
October 30, 2022
Fantasy Wrestling
Is done by homunculi who think it's real. And boy do they cut a hot promo.
October 29, 2022
The Next Form of Fortunetelling
Reading the billowing clouds as a spacecraft launches, of course. Will you have a son or a daughter? What about your prospects for promotion? It's all in there somewhere.
October 28, 2022
Fictional Society Question Number 1,676
How would the people of this society rate the following professions in terms of respectability?
- Merchant
- Pirate
- Orator/Arguer in law courts
- Farmer (owns property)
- Farmer (does not own property)
- Informer
- Merchant
- Pirate
- Orator/Arguer in law courts
- Farmer (owns property)
- Farmer (does not own property)
- Informer
October 27, 2022
Addendum
He probably isn't doing anything. Lazy bug wizards.
October 25, 2022
Overlooked Magic
Bug magic, because them bugs is so tiny, nobody would ever know a bug wizard is doing nothing.
