feel for your hatchet
I call them parasites. Insidious leeches who latch onto your identity and suck your soul dry.
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Extratouristrials
*It was obvious the indigenous creature was in an expiring condition,* wrdlgrp expressed matter-of-factly.
already forgotten
Don’t struggle against it. You’ve lost. Accept it. Lean into it. Melt into me.
of all the Nerv
Spineblatt was that smooth. If you controlled two-thirds of the nerv in the known universe, as Spineblatt did, nothing but smooth would do.
a sense of obligation
Though not indifferent, the universe is far from sentimental. Life, not matter, invented the struggle bus. And I’m obliged to crash it.
Deathstarland
Staring into the haughty face of the smirking teen, as the assembled crowd cheered, he vowed vengeance towards this new breed of rebel scum.
Ridiculosity
Any useful statement about the future should at first seem ridiculous.
Kludge
“We have spacecraft. We have computers. We have language and culture.” The Secretary General’s voice sharpened. “We have Corn Nuts.”
Unremarkable
He was observing the strange little man out of the corner of his eye and wondering if he posed a threat. His request was absurd.
everybody else
“Ain’t it fun to be pals with things everybody else is afraid of?” The clown said this right before being eviscerated.
Migration
He hadn’t planned on becoming a ghost hunter, but that’s what Mordem Letac felt like now.
Of Muse and Men
How can I say this dear, dear, dear readers as munificently as possible?
You have been so nut-busting wrong. Completely nut-busted!
The Prester Effect
It feels a whole lot more like a galactic put down insinuating that we’ll never be as good as them.
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