Immersive environment 1 by Draconian-Man, literature
Literature
Immersive environment 1
A dense fog hung thick in the air, clouding the land behind a misty lens. It was early in the morning, the first rays of light masking the swampland further. Mangroves of ancient trees towered over the marshy land, covered in moss and creepers, with drooping vines and branches swinging low towards the ground. The droning and buzzing of mosquitoes, flies and various other insects echoed throughout, filling the otherwise eerily quiet grove with life. The water, brown and soupy, held still, a film of green algae stretching across it. Reeds of various shades of grey and yellow dotted what little landmass could be found above the water level, snak
It came without warning,
None were prepared.
They thought to study it,
At least, those who dared.
A rock of deep purple,
Or was it a liquid?
They did not know
That the first was afflicted.
The plants around it grew dark,
Spread particles to the air.
They tried to contain it,
But were caught unaware.
First a town, then another,
The sickness did spread.
The symptoms were worse,
Than if they’d been dead.
When the new creatures formed,
Riots began.
Police tried to contain it,
But they failed again.
Walls were erected,
The tainted areas secluded,
But to think they escaped it,
Would be most deluded.
The beasts broke through,
With no eff
Short World Building Exercise 2 by Draconian-Man, literature
Literature
Short World Building Exercise 2
Moonlight shone down on the arid mountainous landscape, colouring the desolate place in shades of purple and blue. Coarse brush sparsely populated the cliffsides, a monument to mother nature’s perseverance in the face of harshness. A cold wind blew through across the flat plains below, sometimes whipping up echoes into the range above. To the average eye, it would seem like an empty land devoid of life, but there was more hidden away. Small alcoves in the hills hid away sentries, lone units with automatic rifles watching around them for any potential hazards to the place they guarded.
It was in fact an outpost, for one of the many mili
Short World Building Exercise 1 by Draconian-Man, literature
Literature
Short World Building Exercise 1
Far away atop a small hill beside the ocean lies a small cottage. In this place, there is little company but the rolling waves and seaside storms. Built many years ago, it still resides there to this day, a symbol of perseverance and determination to strive even in the harshest of places. Storms are frequent here, and one goes on now, raindrops battering the old, moss-covered tiles of the small home. Wooden walls and hand-flamed glass protect from the wind, another constant in this corner of the world, where one could easily forget anything else existed. Trees dot the hill on which this shack resides, providing some resistance to the harshest
Breaking Through the Barriers by Draconian-Man, literature
Literature
Breaking Through the Barriers
With a mighty ‘BOOM!’, the last set of reinforced steel doors into the Hierarchy base went flying down the hallway, taking out three dragons as it went. Before the smoke could even begin to clear, bullets and lasers went flying from both sides of the newly opened doorway in a flurry of noise. A burst of flame not different from what a flamethrower would emit filled the hallway, forcing the Hierarchy extremists back.
When the flames died, massive rectangular constructs of ballistic shields emerged from the smoke, a thin strip of heavily reinforced and bulletproof glass being the weakest point in them. Bullets and lasers plinked an
V.I.P. Chapter 4: The Aftermath by Draconian-Man, literature
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V.I.P. Chapter 4: The Aftermath
Warm fire. A cold head. Those were the first two things Teranus noticed as his eyes opened, and he was greeted with a slab of a mottled green or grey. His mind was slow to process. There had been a crash… And an avalanche… The realisation hit him a few seconds later. What he was looking at was a piece of the plane. He tried to sit up, and found it hard to do so in the confined space with the straining of his tired and bruised muscles. He cast a glance around him slowly, taking in where he was.
A dashboard of electronics sat at his left, unlit and broken. His head had been laying in a mound of snow, explaining the cold head. A cor
V.I.P. Chapter 3: The Retaliation by Draconian-Man, literature
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V.I.P. Chapter 3: The Retaliation
“What do you mean, ‘missing’?” Teranus asked as he sat up, his head still throbbing from the fall. A bitterly cold wind had whipped up since he had passed out, and it was cold even for him. But Fanfir stood in front of him, completely unphased in nothing more than his skins.
“’Missing’ as in been taken. Another wave managed to separate him from me. Had you not gone and fallen down the cliff face, he would probably still be here.” Fanfir grumbled at him in his thick accent, a slight scowl on his scaled face. Dozens of slashes were visible fresh on his body, as well as broken scales, grazes and h
The Colony Part 4: End of the World by Draconian-Man, literature
Literature
The Colony Part 4: End of the World
“Quite the charade, wasn’t it?” Samantha asked with a laugh, looking around at the creatures that stood beside her, snarling as they held back their yearning to attack Teranus, to rip him to shreds, as was the purpose of these specific forms.
“Remarkable!” Cut in Pam, as it hovered over to Samantha and scanned her. “Using a partially infected individual to draw in other victims to assimilate. Ingenious!” It continued to make remarks on the forms until one slashed out at it, and it flew back to hide behind Teranus.
As for Teranus himself, he just stood there, analysing everything around him for paths
Immersive environment 1 by Draconian-Man, literature
Literature
Immersive environment 1
A dense fog hung thick in the air, clouding the land behind a misty lens. It was early in the morning, the first rays of light masking the swampland further. Mangroves of ancient trees towered over the marshy land, covered in moss and creepers, with drooping vines and branches swinging low towards the ground. The droning and buzzing of mosquitoes, flies and various other insects echoed throughout, filling the otherwise eerily quiet grove with life. The water, brown and soupy, held still, a film of green algae stretching across it. Reeds of various shades of grey and yellow dotted what little landmass could be found above the water level, snak
It came without warning,
None were prepared.
They thought to study it,
At least, those who dared.
A rock of deep purple,
Or was it a liquid?
They did not know
That the first was afflicted.
The plants around it grew dark,
Spread particles to the air.
They tried to contain it,
But were caught unaware.
First a town, then another,
The sickness did spread.
The symptoms were worse,
Than if they’d been dead.
When the new creatures formed,
Riots began.
Police tried to contain it,
But they failed again.
Walls were erected,
The tainted areas secluded,
But to think they escaped it,
Would be most deluded.
The beasts broke through,
With no eff
Short World Building Exercise 2 by Draconian-Man, literature
Literature
Short World Building Exercise 2
Moonlight shone down on the arid mountainous landscape, colouring the desolate place in shades of purple and blue. Coarse brush sparsely populated the cliffsides, a monument to mother nature’s perseverance in the face of harshness. A cold wind blew through across the flat plains below, sometimes whipping up echoes into the range above. To the average eye, it would seem like an empty land devoid of life, but there was more hidden away. Small alcoves in the hills hid away sentries, lone units with automatic rifles watching around them for any potential hazards to the place they guarded.
It was in fact an outpost, for one of the many mili
Short World Building Exercise 1 by Draconian-Man, literature
Literature
Short World Building Exercise 1
Far away atop a small hill beside the ocean lies a small cottage. In this place, there is little company but the rolling waves and seaside storms. Built many years ago, it still resides there to this day, a symbol of perseverance and determination to strive even in the harshest of places. Storms are frequent here, and one goes on now, raindrops battering the old, moss-covered tiles of the small home. Wooden walls and hand-flamed glass protect from the wind, another constant in this corner of the world, where one could easily forget anything else existed. Trees dot the hill on which this shack resides, providing some resistance to the harshest
Breaking Through the Barriers by Draconian-Man, literature
Literature
Breaking Through the Barriers
With a mighty ‘BOOM!’, the last set of reinforced steel doors into the Hierarchy base went flying down the hallway, taking out three dragons as it went. Before the smoke could even begin to clear, bullets and lasers went flying from both sides of the newly opened doorway in a flurry of noise. A burst of flame not different from what a flamethrower would emit filled the hallway, forcing the Hierarchy extremists back.
When the flames died, massive rectangular constructs of ballistic shields emerged from the smoke, a thin strip of heavily reinforced and bulletproof glass being the weakest point in them. Bullets and lasers plinked an
V.I.P. Chapter 4: The Aftermath by Draconian-Man, literature
Literature
V.I.P. Chapter 4: The Aftermath
Warm fire. A cold head. Those were the first two things Teranus noticed as his eyes opened, and he was greeted with a slab of a mottled green or grey. His mind was slow to process. There had been a crash… And an avalanche… The realisation hit him a few seconds later. What he was looking at was a piece of the plane. He tried to sit up, and found it hard to do so in the confined space with the straining of his tired and bruised muscles. He cast a glance around him slowly, taking in where he was.
A dashboard of electronics sat at his left, unlit and broken. His head had been laying in a mound of snow, explaining the cold head. A cor
V.I.P. Chapter 3: The Retaliation by Draconian-Man, literature
Literature
V.I.P. Chapter 3: The Retaliation
“What do you mean, ‘missing’?” Teranus asked as he sat up, his head still throbbing from the fall. A bitterly cold wind had whipped up since he had passed out, and it was cold even for him. But Fanfir stood in front of him, completely unphased in nothing more than his skins.
“’Missing’ as in been taken. Another wave managed to separate him from me. Had you not gone and fallen down the cliff face, he would probably still be here.” Fanfir grumbled at him in his thick accent, a slight scowl on his scaled face. Dozens of slashes were visible fresh on his body, as well as broken scales, grazes and h
My life achievement by RedLightningNOD608, journal
My life achievement
I'm writing this because well, I want people to understand what I've done in the last 16 years of my life, the challenges, the pain and just what I achieved in life.
When I was 6 years old, I was diagnosed with ADHD and Aspergeous syndrome (A form of Autism). My parents were told by experts that I would never be able to Read, draw, write, finish school or ever get a job. That I would be a burden to society. Yet well look at my gallery and tell me otherwise.
But it hasn't been a smooth journey, in fact its been long and painful 12 years of my life to be honest. I've seen my parents attached verbally by others because I was mentally 'retarded
Dragons threw themselves back into the fray.
Negadrake and Fanfir were back to back, holding off four beasts each. Negadrake checked blows, and anything that he blocked was cut off. Fanfir swept his axe into the gaps, dropping the wounded. Both were roaring battle cries, the sound more terrifying than the deepest battle drums.
Draconis was ordering dragons to open fire on enemy positions. He punctuated his words with searing fireballs that exploded with the force of a grenade. Metal and flesh in equal amounts melted away beneath the extreme heat. The tattoos along the upp
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