Ricebowl 70

  It had been several days now since you had walked the planes of the many worlds that you were able to inhabit, your armour clanking with each step you took within the underground cavern with your blade clenched within your hand, scraping your blade across the ground as you awaited for a beast to arrive at you. You were currently moving within the bowels of the Rath plane which was an artificial plane that was created in order to be the cornerstone of the invasion of your home plane by the Phyrexians which were a race of hellish creatures hell-bent on killing you and everything else that wasn’t them.  They had built many planes and creatures over the years but those who had been the most trouble was the Slivers, a race of creatures that share a hivemind and are able to gain the other abilities of other Slivers that are around them which had made them immensely dangerous to deal with. Since the Rath plane was artificial these creatures weren’t native to the area with instead b...

  You had been sent to Central America a couple of months ago after reports of guerilla soldiers had been attacking a military settlement in a northern rainforest with what had been described to you as “High tech weaponry” with the soldiers seeming to have high powered guns and cloaking devices that succeed all the other camouflage that they had. From the moment you had landed in the rainforest you knew that the heat was going to be utterly intolerable with the only thing being worse than the heat was the mosquitos and other foul insects that were flying around the area and biting your neck and arms every hour or so. The smell was also unpleasant, the lack of wind making the smells intensify and stagnate in the air with the smells ranging from the smell of bullets and burning gunpowder to the smell of the corpses of animals and apes that had been around the area with all of them being horrifically mutilated but you couldn’t tell if this was due to the age of the corpse or something...

  The smell of the swamps that laid behind your town was as pungent as ever, stinking of rotting trees, long rotting fish and other things that you would dread to describe that lurked within the fogged up water with your eyes glancing around for anything that was hanging from the trees. The trees themselves had been dead long before you had even brought your house in this wretched neighbourhood, the bark oozing with moisture and the wood falling off the less dampened parts and the leaves being either black or a dark, sickly brown. There was not a single bit of life within the water you were currently knee-deep in nor did any birds lay within the trees and nor did any insects live within the rotting bark for something much worse and much more monstrous than any creature that had been recording as living there which was one of the main reasons you had finally decided to try and kill the wretched creature once and for all. They had nicknamed it the gorgon and the first depiction of th...

  You had been locked in your house for a couple of weeks now, the TV being one of the few things that you had any interest in since America had started being attacked and you were forced to stay in your home, your kitchen being filled with varying cans and dry foods that should last you for a few months more. The invasion of America had started about two or so weeks ago now with most of the major cities getting attacked first like Washington and Seattle, the government getting ready to declare war on China and Russia before they realised that it wasn’t them that was causing all of the destruction. It had been about twelve hours before the true cause of the invasion had been located when the Air Force had begun to fight these massive ships in the sky, the ship’s themselves seeming to be hurt out of flesh and bone instead of metal which was when a state of emergency was declared and every Male in America was drafted into the war against this unknown menace which had been called the ...