We are gods of old games, with old names and old faces. We are gods of old blood, old loves and old places. We are the gods who dwell in the soil, who have watched you come and watched you go. We have soaked in your wars and your peace and all the malice and…
If I could forget Just one sliver of time A fragment of space A token of thought for the taken Then it would be you You as a memory I cannot have had Yet I do If I should regret Just one action of fate A moment of hate A token of thought for…
Not quite an oldie and not quite a goldie… but a nice way to pass a lazy afternoon.
Some writers like to finesse you with their stories. They like to paint you a pretty picture and then let you figure out all the gruesome details which lie beneath. Nnedi Okarafor… is not one of those writers.
If you want to make enemies….try to change something. -Adam Jensen
HR Vanguard Unit 4, a part of the seventh unit designated for Human Reconnaissance, maps the area to be swept and opens its Uplink to the collective, sharing the information with all other units in its squad.
Prologue *** “Hello?” She blinks into consciousness and stares in the space occupied by the voice. The voice echoes in her head for a brief moment before clicks of recognition begin. Speech. Conversation. It is a capability which she possesses. The space occupied by the voice lacks a body. Perhaps that is normal. She speaks…
AniMayhem draws to a close and who would I be if I didn’t end on a fun note? Somebody else, that’s who! So… are you ready for my dark anime confession?
So awkward. Seriously. This show is so awkward I feel awkward watching it.
All in all I’ve been watching anime with vary degrees of intensity for over a decade now. In that time I’ve never stopped to consider what my favourites are out of the multitude, or why. But for you, dear (possibly fictional) readers, I shall endeavour!
Every universe has to make internal sense. I’ve said this before.
“what is your name?” he asked, patient and unscathing. “my own is Ronin” she flittered in the wind, neither here nor there, her eyes washed clean of colour. but she remembered this one… “you are-” she began, then fell silent as the memory slipped beyond her careless grasp.