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Lath eating

1. Open mouth
2. Stuff food in mouth
3. Chew. Preferably with mouth closed.
4. Swallow.
Repeat until sate (or no more food available)

See? Life ain’t that hard!

But that’s not the issue some (many) people have with eating. Life ain’t that easy?

☆What to eat?
It’s easy, really. Follow the standard food pyramid.
☆Should you go Vegan?
Why? Because it is our omnivorous diet that allowed for the development of bigger brains in our ancestors. Unless you want a devolution in your descendants down the line, you should continue to eat meat.
(BTW If you already are vegan, go for it. Own it. But do not make fake meat out of something. The processes involved in this, ruin all ‘value’ contained in your paste, add shit you couldn’t imagine and are surely as healthy as eating a pack of coal. Plus, you look like some cunt unable to follow a simple conviction: no meat or animal products!)
There is no such thing as a superfood. If there were “Superfoods” on this lovely planet we call home, every asshole and their mother would be eating it since forever. No we wouldn’t need to ‘rediscover’ it, it would’ve never been suppressed! Healthy subjects are strong subjects, can fight in your army and pay taxes. It would’ve been in the interests of all churches, all monarchs and dictators, all governments and all peoples of the earth throughout history to consume “Superfoods”. They just don’t exist.
Deal with it.
No. Just, no. Whole grain is neat and all, but ruins teeth. You don’t want to be hungry and in pain, do you? By the way, unless you can show me wild mammoths to hunt, you ain’t doing paleo anything!
☆Some other diet then?
No. A diet (in the ‘lose weight’ sense) is starving your body of its reserves. Once you end it and go back to ‘normal’ eating habits, your body is in a regenerate-reserves mode, and will pack back on, in case the starving period starts again. That is natural. Change your diet (as in your eating habits), slightly, but permanently. AND EXERCISE!
☆Exercising isn’t bad!!
That is correct. If you do it right. Jogging on concrete sidewalks, for example, IS bad. For your joints and back. If the street next to which you run is a busy one, quit running, start smoking instead. About equally as healthy for you.
☆Moar workout!
Maybe. But as soon as you need to stop your exercising regime (due to sickness or injury for example), you will pack on, unless you restrict your calorie intake as well.

As with so many things, eating right is a question of moderation, not restriction. Consume vitamins in which ever way you prefer (there is no difference between those in pills and those in fruit, grow up), eat moderate amounts, and balance it. Do some exercise.

There. Still wasn’t that hard.
Take care,

Rings of Fate S1xE6 – Ericsson – Mined II (pt.4)

Day 792.
“This is Wesley Smith contacting the Horizon. We’re sending the first batches of deliveries up, they will be, by the time of your arrival, a bit ahead of Ericsson, but we figured that your so called Harpys might try to apprehend the cargo from reaching you. Besides, our storage space is limited. Over and acknowledge.”
Staring blankly at the dark display over the controls to the pod he envisioned the Horizon. Identical to the Explorer, savenfor the name, how it swooped up to the pod, hooking it up and dragging it with them. He and the others would see any of it, since the inertia would kill them, so they’d be in the stasis chambers.
“Is your implant working?” Anna entered the cockpit. The four had taken up residence in the pod a month earlier after successfully sealing it and repressurising the craft. Looking at his right hand he extended it to her, so she could check.
Relieved she lowered the tablet. “Good.” Smiling she turned away, eager to get back to her work. Most of the work concerning the pod and the delivery systems was done either by the drones or by Helga and Wesley. Going through geological surveys she directed other drones to new mining sites.
“André calling for Wes.”
“Aye?” He replied with a bored undertone in his voice. “Do you remember the shelter we diacovered two months into our stay?” Vividly Wesley recalled the shelter.
Still somewhat warm from the planets warm interior the shekter could’ve been one for eternity, but the Ericssons had lacked plantations, UV light for plantations, power generators, water refinement and so on. The pod would’ve provided all necessary technology to take up shelter there. “Yes?”
“I only had time to return to their journals now. According to those the able bodied had left about a year after their imprisonment began, in the nation’s capitol was supposed to be a shelter capable of sustaining thousands.”
Pondering how the Ericssons would react to be dug up by aliens stripping their home planet of any raw material they could find, Wesley got up. “Are you suggesting we visitvisit them?”
“It was just a thought. Send a drone to investigate.” The place that had given them yet another library, was already mapped out with a drone, and found out to be the capital, the recon device was still there further investigating. “See if you can find any more details for the location in the capital, I will consider it.” The recon drones were already spread thin across the planet. Sending one on a potentially dangerous mission was not what Wesley wanted to do.

Day 794.
Awoken by the annoying beeping of the intercom Wesley rose. “Yes?” He mumbled, ignoring Anna’s attempt to pull him back into the sheets. “Got a precise location, I could navigate the probe there.”
Rubbing his temple Wesley was not thrilled. “Fine.” Giving in to his curiosity he got out of bed. “I’ll join you when the probe is there.”

Thick snow blanketed the square, from all the signs still visible the shelter had been built underneath an old building. “The sign there translates loosely as Subway.” André explained as the probe moved across the square.
It made sense to Wesley that the Ericssons would expand on their subway system instead of digging new tunnels and chambers. “Nothing on sensors.” Anna was in charge of taking the sensor readings on her tablet, while André drove with the visual feed on his, cross checked by Helga. Wesley watched too.
“No thermal signature, nothing in visible or electrostatic.” He confirmed.
Next to the entrance André halted the probe. A few long dead and ice mummified bodies were there. One had a sign around his neck. “It says thief,” he paused, “I think. Maybe rapist.”
“Makes sense. Why sustain undesirable members?” Helga sounded calm, but distant and unusually cold. Did they straighten up, or die out? Pondering Wesley watched the probe descend upon the door. It placed a transponder just outside so it could continue transmitting to André and the others.
“Something on Audio.” Anna pressed a displayed button and let the others hear too. “The creaking doorway.” For a moment all had had hopes of finding survivors, or at least recordings of their language. After a series of doorways and two more transponders a large tunnel opened up before them.
Platform and tracks.
Dozens of bunks on the platform, none occupied. Judging by the layers of dust on them and the ground, no one had beennin the shelter for a long time.
“How far do you want to go?” getting up, Wesley stared down at André. “I’ll set it up for lone exploration and tellnit to return in a few hours.”
Agreeing with him Wesley left the room, henreturned to the cockpit, linking his tablet in with the other remote controlled drones and probes. Another batch of goods requested by the Horizon was due to be sent away in a week’s time. “I think you are rude.” Helga entered.
“Is that so?” Not even turning around to face her Wesley continued hischecks on the other drones and their progress. “Well, I think it is a waste of time and resources to fimd the tombs of the original inhabitants of Ericsson, and even if we find some living ones, what then? Offer them a ride on our space ship?” Slowly turning aroun with an overly surprised expression he went on. “Oh, I forgot, it barely fits us aliens! My bad.” Shaking his head he gazed at the tablet again.
All data checked out. Was it not for Helga standing there he would’ve turned his attention to other things that didn’t require the tablet. Still the pod was notin flying condition. “So you’re telling me you disapprove of this undertaking because of our limited resources? We still have a few years to go until the Horizon is in range, why not explore a little?”
“Suppose you and your kin have lived underground in a cramped, damp shelter for two thousand years. All of a sudden an alien shows up! Whether or not it is a robot or not doesn’t concern you. It is from out of the world you know, yet you know that the topside world is hazardous, so it must be an alien from another world, would you want to go with it?” Helga nodded. “You would wznt to feel sunlight on your skin, even if we can convey to them that we can’t give them real sunshine on the Horizon, their descendants might get some once we have arrived at our destination. And for the off chance of that ever happening, I would try to get with the aliens.”
Hoping the conversation to be over Wesley got up from his seat, he had to do some work on the propulsion. 
Before the pod had been put back on the ground as it was supposed to, a new sealed floor had been built, in the off chance of them ever departing with the pod. “I see, and if they’re all dead?”
Stopping in the door Wesley sighed. “Then they’re dead. Leave the dead alone.” Pinching his eyes he wished himself back to bed. “Look,” he breathed in stretching his back, “I went through with it. I’m disapproving, but not preventing it. Let me be a critic. Alright?” With these words he turned on his heels and went away.

Not exactly making progress, but listing all the materials he needed to make the engines work once more, including shielding and buffers, as he and Helga figured their best bet was to detonate small nukes behind the pod to get it to an acceptable speed for pickup by the Horizon, Wesley received Andrés call of the probe’s return to the site he last had witnessed.
“No bodies, but a few scribblings. Life underground was harsh, no doubt, but the evolution of their language was not touched by it. It got simpler.” They themselves have evolved too I guess. Lyching minerals from the bloody rocks now. Or they have died out. “What do these scribblings say?” Still a little curious Wesley put down his tools. “Mostly religious texts, letters to loved ones, a few bits and pieces read like excerpts of a dairy. Nothing younger than about fifteen hundred years though. They either died out then, although we miss the bones, or moved further down, following the heat of the planet’s interior.”
“Wrap it up for now,” staring at his engines he sighed, silently cursing Helga, “have it deploy another transmitter as far from the first one as possible and send it out on auto exploration.”

Day 1132.
Shudders went through the pod, the entire structure was shrieking, creaking and moaning. After thirty seconds the rumbke subsided and it got quiet again.
Four people cried out in joy and three of them patted Wesleys shoulder. “So we have engines back!” His face displayed a smug smile, “But we have still work ahead of us, there is still the shielding, a few small scale nukes for our purposes already stand by.” He looked at his wife Anna, using their communication with Horizon they had managed to get wed, the ceremony took hours due to response times.
“We have located enough of the raw materials need for the deflector, but rerouting enough probes there takes time.” Although information in this little group was always shared immediately, they repeated this. Mostly for the camera that transmitted to Horizon. “We are confident to make the rendezvous on time.” Helga added.
“Also, I must add, that the original Ericssons, of this nation at least, have all perished. The probe exploring the vast underground network in the capital has found several burial sites, later on pathways to deeper lying locations, closer to the heat of the planets hot interior, but discovered only dead bodies there too.” André felt relieved to have unravelled the mystery of the large sheter. After a year working on it felt bitter sweet. At least he had some scribbled pages to work with.
“We close our report after this the first successful engine test, this is day 1132 on Ericsson.” Wesley saluted. “Hope that time flies. Over.”

Day 1452.
Rumbles woke Wesley from his slumber. In the months after the first engine test there had been several more, once the pod even left the surface for a few seconds, to see if it would hold together.
But there was no test scheduled for that day, especially not while he was in bed. The shrieking, creaking and moaning walls were a lot different than in any test before. Next to him Anna also woke. “What,?”
Wesley stormed out the room I his underwear, reaching the cockpit he found it empty, moments later his comrades appeared in the scene too. Meanwhile the shaking had subsided. “Sitrep!” He called his crew into aaction. Immediately Helga went to check the ship. Displays and interactive ppanelsin the cockpit were functional again. “Structural integrity is at 100%. No damage to the ship, nor to the platform.”
“It was an earthquake, or ericssonquake. The epicentre was close.” Anna stared at her screen, pressing a few buttons her expression changed. “I’m afraid it is our fault. The epicentre was in the mines below us, a shaft had collapsed, tore several others down too due to the change in weight.”
Originally they all were under the impression that the probes and drones were intelligent enough to avoid such failure. “If my data is correct, it was a shaft dug by the Ericssons that had given out under the stress first.”
“Relay station is unharmed, most drones were on the upper parts of the mines anyway for the nightly recharge.” André was not a specialist, but had learned where to find productive things to do when there wasn’t exploration or translation on his to do list.
“Alright,” Wesley studied his own readings, “some of our stashes were obstructed. We need to get those free, or put a lot of work into making up for them.” He pointed at one specific portion of the map shong the damage to the mine shafts. “Aren’t those our nukes?” Immediately Helga had identified the spot.
“They are.” Sounding a lot grimmer than intended Wesley got up from his seat. “As soon as the nearest probes are donedone recharging, send them there. All other stashes are of lesser priority.” Anna followed him to the airlock, where he got into his suit. One of his gazes followed. Why he couldn’t stay, why she wanted him to and how much, him insisting that he had to, the entire conversation was over without one word uttered.
Supressing her tears, at least until he had left the airlock, she helped him int his suit. “Bring ’em back.”

Rocks of all sizes had tumbled down from the ceiling and the walls, the upper shafts were relatively debris free. Even before their arrival on Ericsson, the probes that had been advanced, had worked on enforcing the structure there. Several different shafts converged on the main entrance, even without additional digging the area was deemed unstable.
Now he felt unsafe, all the time he had lived there he hadn’t, but wandering through the mine nowm after the quake, sent shock waves through his belly.
A tall pile of rubble was closing off access to the dead end in which the nukes were stored for use in the pod.
“How is my backup doing?”
“Still on recharge,” Andrés voice was distorted, but he could be identified, “however, I think we should build new nukes.”
Shying away from the rubble in front of him Wesley took a breath, he hoped he miss heard. “Hey boss, your wife’s readings show that the chamber is unstable, it might tumble down, you and and the nukes with it.”
Staring at the rubble Wesley heard only interference, hia breath and hisnown heartbeat. “Lindstroem! Run a simulation on the situation, if that room falls down, and the nukes become unstable. What happens then?”
“We’d see a quake of proportions severe enough to get us all killed. Or at least so severe that the pod is too damaged to fly out. And I’m not even mentioning radiation here.”
Surprised, although not thoroughly pleased, Wesley turned around to Anna. It was the non verbal discussion all over again. She just couldn’t have stayed behind.
“We’ll instruct the drones to fill the levels below to support the chamber.” She finally spoke again, again into the radio as well.

Day 1820.
Without any noise the screen went blank again, showing only the reflection of the person in front of it. Only dim lights illuminated the room, most systems were in preflight standby. In only twelve hours thenpod would shaken once again, immense thrust would heave the tons of metal, people, ore and research into space, where the bombs woul be detonated to push them even faster on a course and trajectory parallel to Horizon.
And Anna? Slowly she turned from the display. “There ought to be no difficulty. Just use the stasis chamber as you always would.” Horizon’s chief doctor Johannes Schaeffer had smiled into the camera of his display. Finally close enough for two way communication that didn’t take ages, she was relieved she had not to wait for hours for a reply, hours that would’ve felt like days and weeks without sleep or any rest.

After the tremors had subsided gravity was clearly amiss, Anna felt immediately as if the inside of her stomach wanted to visit the outside world. Concentrating hard she took a few deep breaths, while floating away from her seat. “Sensors are already detecting the Horizon.” Calm as a morning breeze, Wesley’s voice had a soothing effect on her, and her upset stomach. “In case they can’t retrieve us, I have set an auto wakeup in ten days, we then can return to Ericsson, until Destiny comes by.” He too left his seat, behind him his display turned dark, the console powered down into standby. As most other systems did too. “But that won’t happen.” He smiled, hoping to sound optimistic.

Helga and André climbed into their respective stasis chambers, both in relative silence, just wishing good night and good luck to everyone.
“When you’re putting me in, don’t mind the readings on the panel.” She wiped away tears from her eyes. “Doc Schaeffer said it’ll be alright.” Leaving him puzzled she kissed him gently on the lips before closing the chamber door. Fading color, light and sound drove Anna’s eyes to close, but she clearly caught the surprise on Wesley’s face outside the chamber, staring at the screen. “Attention: Pregnancy detected.”

War Journal – 1 Swift Wings (ep23)

Suspiciously Eric squinted his eyes at Leif. “What way?” “We allow them through, but,” he raised his hand to pause the storm of protest that built up and lingered in Eric’s mind. “not to this world. While I was in the other place I learned that the Dragons there brought life, not death, we just have to bring the deadly Dragons to an already dead world and the life giving ones to this world!” Leif felt his fathers disapproval and disappointment almost like a tangible thing. “No.” that single harshly spoken word cut Leif like a knife. Enraged Leif turned his face away, tears of anger burned in his eyes. He knew that Eric would react that way. Yelling a shout of anger he jumped towards his father, was repelled by an invisible force, thrown back on his hind quarter. “Have I truly raised a turncloak?” in his hand a sphere of liquid fire appeared. Did the Naga pass on her magic to him? “I did well to powers from you, if it suited you, you would’ve turned your comrades on me. Only now you betray them as well as me.” He hid those powers all this time? Did he manage to steal them away from me, so I couldn’t inherit the gift? More anger and hatred built up in Leif.”You stubborn old fool.” Leif’s voice was reduced to a hateful hiss. “It was my plan to find women for our people. A brilliant idea! You and the order both agreed on that, so why do you think my plan is foolish now? Why did you make it seem that everything I had said and done since we departed was foolish?” the hilt of his dagger filled his hand. It was a reassuring touch. Not only that it still was with him, but also that he had something to attack Eric with, as he had the magic. “Because so many things you’ve said were folly! You’re still young, thus unwise.” the fire in Eric’s hand flickered. Now!Warmth engulfed Leif’s hand, trickled down his wrist and forearm. Ruby red warmth, soaked up by his sleeve.The fire in Eric’s hand died out. “I didn’t want to believe the ambassadors.” he sighed, watching his blood ooze out of him along the dagger in his stomach, gushing out as Leif yanked his blade free with a turn.”I love you. Although we’ve known each other only for a short time, we shared everything. I love you.”A scream of utter despair and pain filled the tent, Oshun rushed to the young Naga to support her, as she seemed to fall over. Within a heartbeat Lillian caught on. “Where?” “Bane.” was all Fathala could say, pressed through her teeth between breaths. Hastily the Succubi rushed off, Farlyn in her wake. “Come to me! My beloved, I beg of you, come to me!” there wa sno reply. What ever hadn’t already been left in her mind of Eric didn’t come join her. An immense sadness joined her pain and grief. Another agonized scream left her lips.I’m dead! I can’t believe it. What was left of Eric in her mind sent confusion into the storm of emotions inside Fathala. Infuriated the Naga slithered out of the tent, coiled up and sprung herself into the air where she took flight. Guided by the startled shrieks of the Phoenix’s she flew to the top of the pyramid. The clouds of golden shimmering light were gone she noticed, below her Farlyn ascended the steps, before she saw that Lillian had, had the same idea she had. The Succubus had flewn to the pyramidtop.”Don’t!” she turned, losing her cloak. Trying to obstruct her view. Flickering light from the torches on the pillars made shadows dance lightly on the Succubi’s skin, Fathala had not realized that they were there on her previous visits to the bane, as they were outshone by the bane. Sprawled in a pool of blood wa sthe tall man Fathala had lost her heart to. For the blink of an eye she felt as if she looked in the mirror, doubtful she touched herself where the wound gaped in Eric’s body. I felt it. “The bane has been taken!” Lillian shouted down to Farlyn, who already knew by the missing mists of golden light. Tears in her eyes Fathala got down to Eric, gently stroking his cheek and fuzzing his hair. The sadness in his expression told her all she needed to know. Leif. My boy, what have you done? “Word from below is that the imperial ambassador and his attaché are gone.” Farlyn gasped for air upon reaching the top. “They’ll be floating in the sea, or rather below the waves.” Fathala rose. “Leif had done this and seen to their disappearance, to throw us off his tracks.” for a moment she thought the young knight would reappear any time, to tell them he had nothing to do with it, but he didn’t show up. “I’m wearing a rather dismal expression, it was him.” she said, unaware that she spoke of Eric as herself. Either the Succubi and the hermaphrodite chose to ignore it or they overheard it. Morning’s crisp air parted before Fathala, just as the water had three days past when she had given Eric to the waves. Although she had wanted to follow Leif, not knowing where he went had put an end to that. Instead she had washed Eric, meditated, while the Albin prayed, the humans expressed their condolences after a short prayer, the fungals had as well, and the florals in the camp had pointed to a large willow as his resting place, so he’d be with the ancestors. But that wasn’t the Naga way. Nor were the ideas of the other races. Humans wanted to either burn him or bury him. Albin would burn hom and scatter the ashes in the woods. The fungals would lay him in a damp dark cave for mold and other fungi to consume him. No. The waves were our destiny. Consumed by the waters that gave life to me.

What in the blazes?

I need to share this with you bcause if I wouldn’t, my wife would find me tomorrow with my head caved in, eyes rolled into the back of my skull, my brain, in attmept to flee these thoughts, is then dangling out of my nose, and all because of this shit!


《 Oh the wondrous discoveries of grocery shopping. (f.l.t.r.: apricot-dumpling JUICE, applestrudle JUICE, basil seeds drink [rosepedal-cherry flavor], chia seeds drink [lime-ginger “flavor”])》

What is this stuff used for? Summoning demons in some weird vegan witch circle?
Is it used to mind control people, some weird MK Ultra?
Did they really mix/press/mush chia/basil seeds?
Does this attract aliens? Or repel sasquatsh?

Did they honestly cook apricot dumplings, throw them in a power juicer and filled the result in bottles? Same with applestrudle.
Do they want to pump this through the embalmed remains of the emperor in the hopes of raising an applestrudle-vampire? And empress Elisabeth as an apricot-dumpling banshee?
If so, why?

Can it kill Werewolves? Or make the undead accept you as one of their own? Will you be able to communicate with ghosts once you consume all four?
Does this make a cocktail that can cure the common cold? Cancer? Will it make the four (or five) horsemen appear?
Will Buddha, Jesus, Mohammed, and Moses appear, holding hands wishing for peace on earth, if you pour these four liquids in one spot?

Is this catering to hipsters, or dangerously deranged lunatics who should be put on watch lists if they purchase this? What kind of deranged juicers are considering this? Is this the effect of, and not the cause for, hell opening up?

These four products are the dumbest, most brain-inflammatory, aneurysm inducing things I have seen in a regular supermarket.
Especially stuff that says ‘Superfood’ on it…

Anyhow, thank you letting me share my otherwise lethal brainspasm, induced by illegally stupid crap.

Take care,

Rings of Fate S1xE6 – Ericsson – Mined II (pt.3)

Day 348.
A maniacal laugh woke Wesley, it had been almost a year since they stranded on Ericsson, sleeping in the mines with the others, without any doors for some privacy, he knew every sound the others made. That hysterical laugh of a maniac was new however. Sleep drunk he rose from his bed, Anna next to him did too, as Helga across the room.
“It’s André.” She concluded.
“I did it!” He burst into the dead end tunnel they used for sleeping accommodation. Originally they wanted to bring the algae plant in there too, but the crash had obstructed the hallways, and damaged the wheels of the plant.
“Deciphering the newspaper?” Andrew grew a little more awake. “Yes! The language of this country is now an open book to me!” No wonder I hadn’t seen much of him lately. “So, what is the big secret?”
“No big secret,” he held up his tablet computer. “the article features the image, and how this thing will pass through the solar system. Apparently they had no idea how devastating the effects would turn out to be.” Relieved Wesley noticed that the french scholar had returned to his former, happy, self. “I’ve got a translation matrix ready by the morning, if you want.”
“Do you ever sleep?” Helga turned away lying down. “Most of the work here is done by drones, so this is more a five year vacation until we are thrown into the middle of a war. So, no. I don’t sleep. I have no time to waste, the entire culture and history of this planet await!” You could help with the pod you nerd! “Fine, just keep healthy.” Yawning Wesley checked the time.
A few minutes after he had left again to do, what ever it was that André did, Wesley heard snores from Helga’s bed. Just one heartbeat laterndid he feel Anna’s hand reaching for his pants. Gently her lips pressed against his.

Day 548.
Distraught Anna wandered through the mine. Around the other dead ends the drones had stacked the processed ore, a steel mill was further down in the rock, only the uranium was stored outdoors.
Together with Helga, Wesley had managed to get more airtight space in the pod. She wanted to be there. But for now she had to wait.
Restlessly she paced around the relay station.
Fed up with her own anxiety she grabbed her tablet from it and pressed a few buttons. Equipped with a few sensors the tablet was able to get her the answers she desired. Altough the news wasn’t what she had hoped for.

“I’m certain that we can rebuild the pod to be a flyer again, tye drones can put all the goods into the delivery modules and we shoot them toward horizon.” Wesley sat triumphant over their dinner.
“That’s nice.” Hearing those news had excited even André, so much so that he was willing to participate in the refit, rather than sulk over the other languges and collected data of planet Ericsson.
“Is something wrong?” She seemed preoccupied.
Not replying Anna kept munching on her food. “Darling?” Putting his food back on the plate he got up and walked over to her, massaging her shoulders. “Did something happen?”
Still without saying another word she produced her tablet, handed it to him. After one and a half years she still conveyed odd or bad news to him via the tablet. At first his heart skipped a beat, he assumed the Horizon had been damaged beyond repair, or worse got destroyed. Reading the simple analysis of her scan made him gulp.
Suddenly he felt like in space again. Everything around him was twirling,  his knees felt weak, and the air suddenly seemed too thick to breathe.
“The implants don’t work anymore?” Slowly he sank to the ground, leaning against the wall. “No, they don’t.” She turned around turning to another scan of herself. “At least mine isn’t.”
Relieved he regained some of his strength, sat up straight. “I’m not pregnant, but my period was late, which is why I did the scan.” Interpreting the concern in her eyes correctly he turmed the device to his implant. “Mine is working,” his voice however told Anna all she needed to know. “for now. Power levels are low, says here that due to unknown reasons the recharge isn’t working.”
Exchanging a long glance they sat in their little alcove, pondering. Helga and André had taken up residence in another part of the mines.
“As long as your implant is functional we can resume like we did the last year and a half, but then we’ll need alternatives.” She reached for his hands, gently stroking them with her fingers.
Shortly after the crash they had been soft like silk, now they were rough like his. Hard work had taken its toll on them. Still her mere touch sent shivers through his body as if she sent small arousing electrical shocks through his hands.

War Journal – 1 Swift Wings (ep22)

“How.did you know?” the woman urged from the back of the tent. “Why else would you seek out Eric, despite having us summoned as well?””Well deducted.” said the imperial ambassador, turning back to Eric, “Je may not know it, but be aware of gis actions.” “You don’t know my son. I may not know him as well as I could or should, but I know him better than you do.” raising his voice as well as himself Eric held back anger, Fathala also had risen, similar words on her lips, but Eric had spoken a moment sooner. “He may be hotheaded and impatient, but he wouldn’t serve the evil that would devour him as well as us!” the.imperial ambassador raised a hand to stop Eric. “He might not know that he serving them!” “Out.” Fathala hissed, with all the fury that Eric felt. Both ambassadors bowed in compliance and left with their entourage. Only Oshun, Farlyn and Lillian remained, as perplexed as the two. “What of he speaks true?” Fathala made a face at Eric’s doubt. “It is not true! I refuse to believe that he would even unwillingly,” “We still should keep an eye on him.” Lillian sighed, drawing her wings tighter around her shoulders. “Even if they are wrong, the effect the other side had on him might confuse him.” she was clearly hinting at his newfound manhood. “Agreed.” came the reply from Oshun and Farlyn. “That is an amazingly good wine.” Leif stared at the cup of Albin wine. It was a rather weak blend, acidic and hard on the tongue with an aftertaste that reminded of bile. Close to no fruity flavors, instead a hint of tar. Whlana giggled. “If you liked that, wait until you have tasted a sweet red, or pixie berry wine.” her cheeks were rosy, but Leif knew not whether it had been the wine or their conversation. “I’m looking forward to it.” She lifted the cup to.her lips again, as did he. Slowly a taste of wood developed behind the taste of tar, making the sensation of that wine even more enjoyable for Leif. “I better turn in.” Whlana set th cup down, smiling at Leif. Her shift was mere hours away, and sleep was highly in demand. Although the western Albin required less sleep than eastern Albin or Humans, Whlana felt exhausted, having done a thirteen hour shift before meeting Leif. “Then I best see you off.” his smile was more courtesy than honest.Weathered wood awaited them at the barracks, since it was the oldest building of the settlement it had been erected with out much care to preservation, and had seen some storms since, especially during the attempts to form the bane anew. Albin strolled around the building, mostly guards off duty. The.majority of them did not speak his language, an those who did, paid no mind to his presence either. “I wish you a good night, Whlana.” he smiled wih an indicated bow. “The same to you, Leif.” the way she pronounced his name brought a smile on his lips. She’s willing to settle on the pole. I’ll ask her to come home with me. Maybe as my wife?! Since I no longer am a eunuch, the order must dispel me, and I could father children by her.She kissed him lightly on the cheek and turned to the door, after thanking him for the nice evening.Don’t forget about the bane! An inner voice cried out, Soon they’ll use it to kill the Dragons. The wrong Dragons! A sense of panic flushed his thoughts after Whlana had disappeared inside the barracks. From his father’s tent the fungal representatives Augustus and his imperial counterpart emerged and walked off in separate directions. A vile thought crossed his mind, followed by an equally vile smirk. In a few nights.Endlessly light streamed forward from the bane, trickling down the pedestal like water, over the floor of the open room, around the pillars, and down the sides of the pyramid. Amidst the sleeping Phoenix’s it evaporated into the night in hazy clouds of golden shimmer. It looks different. Wandering around the pedestal Leif couldn’t avert his eyes. The alabaster woman came to his mind, arousing him mildly. It seemed like a half forgotten dream now, whilst the light that flowed around him seemed more real. Still, the mission remained the same, he had to finish the cross over, so the dragons might end up where they belonged.Aren’t I thus opening the gates for them in some way? Doubts crept into his thoughts. If so, by crossing the two portals out I’ll just be opening the gateway for the right sort of dragons. He dismissed his doubts. Inatead he further examined the bane before him. While the bane he knew and had used looked like the bane the old Albin Danarien had showed him from her immortal memory – the fiery eye of the crystal serpent standing on a three pronged glass root – this one also had another glass root on its topside, almost like an antler. Slowly ripples wandered through the honey in the cauldron the bane stood in, in harmony with the light sent out by the bane, although it was easy to look at the bane without being blinded. “I thought you might wander up here sooner or later.” startled by his father’s voice Leif jumped turning around.”Now how’s that?” He knows!”Considering how obsessed you were even before we arrived, it was simple.” he smiled. There was a tone to his voice that meant the older man was concerned. “Oh.” was all Leif could say. He knows for sure.Both men stared at the bane. “We have to use it.” Leif finally lifted his gaze back to his father after they had stared at the bane for some time. “And clot the gateway? If we do that the dragons will explode into this world. Admitted that.might kill some of them, but also it would destroy our home.” Eric stepped to the aide to have a better look at his son. “What if there was another way?”

Life ain’t that hard, elections II

Not to beat a dead horse, but this democracy shit is getting out of hand.

No I do not advocate dictatorship or other totalitarian systems. But in recent elections (and runner ups to elections *ahem*US*ahem*) it has been demonstrated, REPEATEDLY, that the general public is too dumb to grasp the stuff they vote about.
Presidential elections ins Austria, BREXIT, Trump’s success…

Here’s a simple solution (you know I excell at these):
1.: Campaigns. Hold ’em, but keep facts straight and true, and for goodness’ sake – don’t show any of these mutant faces. No public appearances, no pictures of candidates/advocates/etc. Just plain text, no music, no people.
Emotionless speech in audio clips.
2.: Every person eligible for voting MUST pass a test before being allowed to participate in the election (or referendum). If they have any score lower than 80%, sorry, next time perhaps.
3.: For further preventing the derailment into an idiocracy refer to my last post about elections here.

Consise and simple, as usual.

Hope that helps,
take care,

Crappy Birthday in July

​24.99€ each and this can be YOURS!
I tried all three, albeit somewhat involuntarily at first.

Jedi and Empire are essentially the same smell, although Jedi is far less intense.

Imagine a sweet smell as if something was rotting, only far less unpleasant. Add some musky and bitter tones, and you have these two.
As for the only “female” stenchsmell in this menage a catastrophé, this is a smell that is (both descriptively and figuratively), as if cottoncandy and burned almonds, are wrapped around some stiff sausage that is already spoiled and smelling, but not yet rotten, before your nostrils are brutally, but lovingly, violated with it.

In all honesty, if ArmadilloAmidala really stank like this perfume, Anakin would’ve turned darkside in Episode 1, Luke and Leia would’ve never been conceived because Anakin would have murdered the shit out of everyone, especially Amidala.

So this is the perfect gift for Star Wars Geeks and Nerdettes to piss them off (and out of your life and future gift obligations), as well as for people who dislike, or outright hate, Star Wars, giving them another reason to hate the saga. This obnoxious stench.

Crappy Birthday, take care,

PS: There is Jedi and Empire for men, but only Amidala for women. Why?

Rings of Fate S1xE6 – Ericsson – Mined II (pt.2)

Day 29.
Fidgeting with the communication device of the pod, Wesley was lying on his back. Still there had been no atmosphere in the pod, but to his relief they had successfully turned it back on its belly.
As he had feared that revealed the gruesome fate of Amir Mustafa and Giuseppe D’Aggio. Squished in their seats, they had wanted to return to the stasis chambers upon leaving orbit, because they feared tondie in their sleep.
Twenty nine days after the crash it was clear the pod would never fly again. He had been able to establish two way communication with the Explorer and the Horizon. They had to compensate for time dilation manually, as the computer was too damaged for that task. What data he could he and Linda had transfered onto tablet computers, so they at least wouldn’t lack the information needed.
Sulking in a quiet corner of the mines André kept working on a translation of the newspapers. “Wes?” Anna climbed over a pile of torn out electronics at the entrance to the cockpit. “Yes?”
“We have received disturbing news from Horizon.” Although he was working on the array, mostly to increase signal strength and stability, Anna and Linda were working shifts at the relay station to listen to the received calls, and compensate for time dilation.
“What news?” Awkwardly sitting up in his suit, the rib still caused pain, but by far not as much as a month ago.
“They encountered aliens. Hostile ones.”
The urge to take his helmet off and stare at her intensely was tempting. “You’re shitting me.” He laid back down to inspect the array, whether it showed some defunct that would explain this. If she wasn’t joking, surely either the array was acting up, or the crew of the Horizon was yanking their chain. “According to preliminary data they might have evolved on earth and left it some 65 million years ago.” Wesley almost cracked his helmet as he sat up suddenly.
“Dinosaurs? They must be trying to be funny.” Without saying another word Anna handed him a tablet.
“Jesus.” He gasped. If it was a joke, they must’ve employed every man and woman working in the science departments to work on it. “Scroll to the end of the report. They request some very specific things to be mined.”
Going over the list he raised his eyebrows, unseen by Anna due to the helmet, but she figured that he was doing that. “Well then,” he handed her the tablet back. “input that in the relay station.” Before laying down again he hesitated a moment. “Ring Lindstroem,  have her put it in. I want you to keep a close eye on the algae plant.”
While continuing his tweaking on the communication systems he pondered over the list. Did the Horizon want the Uranium for bombs to fire at the aliens, or to speed up the ship? Iron, and if possible refined steelnto reinforce the structure was clear as glass to him, but he was puzzled over charcoal, sulfur and salpeter. “Boss?” Helga’s voice came through the intercom. “Yes, what’s up?”
“Are we seriously mining for gunpowder?” Ah! That’s what that was. “We’re going to bring everything with us that we can get our hands on.” He replied.

Tired Wesley laid down the tools he had beennusing to tweak the communication systems. With a certain pride he looked at the work he just had finished. With a small comouter that had survived the crash relatively unscathed, tied into the array the time dilation compensation was no longer a manual task. “This is Wes Smith calling the Explorer or Horizon, I have installed a syste, that should compensate time dilation,  please verify.” He ended the transmission and turned away to look after Anna. Even though the dilatation was presumably a thing of the past, the time it ttookfor the call to be received and replied was not to be changed.

Haunched over the device that held multiple tanks and layers of fast growing, non toxic algae for their consumption, Anna studied the slow waves with which they waved in the flowing water of the tanks. “What’s so interesting with that stuff?” Eagerly sucking in the air of the room, the only airtight space left on the pod, Wesley stepped up to the tank too.
“The waves move so peacefully. Calms me down.” With a wicked smile she turned to him. “But other than that, that slow pounding rythm has entranced me.”

War Journal – 1 Swift Wings (ep21)

Long shadows cast westward by the rising sun, clawed across the grey-green grass outside the settlement, like skeletal fingers. Leif traced those shadows back to a barren tree, loads of old leaves scattered on the ground beneath. He gazed westward, more trees, many of them bare and many more still displaying a colorful pattern of gold, yellow, orange, pink and red, with occasional greens in between, conifers aside. “Further south, not more than three weeks journey, autumn never gets a hold of the land, temperatures are moderate, although the.climate is lush, it’s very damp.” an Albin woman had joined him. She had introduced herself as Whlana, and seemed rather dreamy when she spoke of the jungle south of the sweetwater sea. “I hear there is also a desert in the south.” he replied, speaking slowly as Whlana had explained she was not all too firm in his language, but had learned it from Lillian. “The river runs to it.” she gestured with boh hands to make herself understood. “Most of it vanishes in an inland delta, but some runs underground through the desert.” the way she wiggled her hands when she spoke of the river was more like someone would indicate a snake. “I have lived all my life on the pole. The sun rarely shines there, and it is almost always as cold as it is now.” he eyed her carefully, not to make her know he was looking. He liked the way her buttocks looked in the dark green trousers she wore. “I would very much like a journey down a river,” he pronounced the word for river slowly so she would hear it spoken correctly, “that brings me to a climate of perpetual warmth.” and dampness he almost said, but he wasn’t speaking with the alabaster woman, he couldn’t hint at sexual topics that openly with an Albin. “I hated it.” she shook her head, making her open hair wave in correspondence. He like the dark, almost purple hair she had, the eastern Albin looked a bit too much like his own people. Blonde and pale. Whilst the western Albin blended better into the forest. His imagination trailed off, wondering how she looked like naked, and if her pubic region also had that purple shimmer. “Many comrades and friends were prayed on by lions there, I’d rather go to an ice desert than back to that damp hot mound of death.” I’m thinking of damp hot.mound, and it has nohing to do qih death. “Death will soon be everywhere, won’t it?” she turned to him. “Perhaps. Perhaps not, it all depends on what we do.” the mission that the alabaster woman had given him came back to his mind, his arousal melted away like snow in the warm spring sun. “Most important is that we act wisely.” he smiled, before inviting Whlana for a cup of tea to the settlement. There was nothing he could do at the moment, oher than groom the Albin before him. Lean features made up the face of the man before Eric, his ashen complexion and the reflection of light from his perfectly smooth skin defied any judgement of character. It was an ambassador to the fungal empire, he claimed to have no name any longer, the almost pitch black man next to him however was called Augustus, a representative of the Fungal republic, he didn’t like his imperial counterpart, despised all that were part of the fungal hive mind. Yet the two had come.together with a common cause. “We fungals,” began Augustus, nervously inching from one foot to the other, “were created by thw great fungus. At first out of devoured bodies the great fungus found, but later recreated in his liking.” he glanced to his counterpart, who still stood there with unchanged expression. “I was created by those which seek to destroy all life other than their own.” the imperial ambassador finally said. “And I, as well as my defiant children,” he pointed to Augustus, “can sense agents of our creators.” Both exchanged a quick glance. Neither Eric nor Fathala could.make any sense of what the two were saying. Similarly lost were Oshun and Farlyn, who stood close by, only Lillian seemed to grasp the implication in their words. “It’s Leif, isn’t it?” she paced towards the two. “It is.” said the imperial ambassador, he and a woman of similar age were he only two imperial representatives on Naga’na. None of the other races trusted the great fungus well enough to allow any more feet on the ground.