Dated January 30, 2011:
THE GOD OF DEATH

Her initial efforts to murder everyone on board having failed, GLaDOS steps up her game and sets about trying to kill not just them but everyone, by sending the space station hurtling on a collision course with the island. While a small group of scientists and the science-minded on the ground try to ( Read more... )

Dated January 30, 2011:
ARCWith some help from his long-dead father and Aperture Science, Tony makes a personally vital discovery and forges the new element he needs to halt his illness. But while the palladium is no longer going to kill him, GLaDOS is hell-bent on finishing the job it started, and inflicting the same fate on everyone else she ( Read more... )

Oct 31, 2010:
While avoiding the hell out of everyone on the island, Duo wanders into a patch of nightmare mist, and however brief the encounter with the spectre of his recently departed spouse, doesn't get off too lightly.

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Helping Alistair wash his dog had put the thought in her head, and it had proved annoyingly hard to shake. Wolves weren't dogs. They were wild. Looking glossy and clean and domestic wasn't part of what a wolf was. And it wasn't that Nymeria was horridly dirty; wolves groomed, washing in streams, cleaning each other, and there was no shortage of ( Read more... )

There was a man who had a cause. He believed in his cause and would fight to the death for it. He had bombed, burned, wrecked, sabotaged, and destroyed. He had evaded the law for twenty years as he brought about rebellion from all quarters ( Read more... )

Arya wasn't much of a reader. She could read just fine, she just didn't often do it, because there was always something more interesting to do.

But schoolwork demanded it. She supposed, squinting at Plato's Defence of Socrates, that not every class could be acrobatics, or martial arts. Maybe she should have picked up Weaponry, as well, just to ( Read more... )

The saying was, ‘they grow up so fast’. Sybil had heard it a number of times in conversations with other mothers, with other breeders of swamp dragons, as applied to any manner of small creature. The original intention, of course, was that the phrase be applied toward children. It pained Sybil, how accurate it was ( Read more... )

After another round of clinic stays and general near death of his husband, Moist was feeling a little dissatisfied with said husband and the Island in general. And yet, as always, they seemed to work it out just fine.

ADULT of course. On going, of course.

Castiel's hut was starting to resemble Bobby's junk yard ( Read more... )