A Beginning is a very awesome time. Know then that it is the Year %$&%#$. These are the words of a nameless historian or historians, doubted by some, believed by few, and all true. Except for the parts we made up to get around International Copyright Laws. Edited by a senile and tortured Cymek decendant, complied by liars and Talifans, only these Holy words can reveal the true intentions of the Galaxa-verses First and awesomest ultimate KH; K-Jah!
The rules are few, the editing worse, the consistancies inconstant, prepare yourself to exit your Mundane world and enter the Ultra-sands of NuDune: The Nu Chronicles!!!!!!! WHOA AWESOME! Few will enter, fewer will return. None will exit unscathed!
Here now are the holy introductions of the God-midget herself, Norma. Thou must not edit, thou must leave the holy words as Goddess-Midget herself delivers them to thouy wholy and incomplete brain. Thou can writest as thou pleased, as long as thou aren't seriously thingking. Consistency is a lie! Imagine thy words as if walking amongst DUNEs, or even better, as if thy words of they most holy God-Midget comest upon you while walking nay, hacking in her service! Let not the previous words deny your holy awesome transliteration! Suffer not a grammarian to interject!
Go thoust and makest the most awesomest shit up that you can!
---Excerpt from the Leavings of the Sand-book. Chapter MXCXVIICX.
SandChigger wrote:Irulan tried rewriting the scene from a different perspective, but it still did not work. As her mind was wandering in search of a solution, she suddenly remembered those three feverish nights of wild abandon spent in the arms of Korba ... Korba with his oversize head and massive, sensual lips. ... Oh, those hot, burning flaps of moist flesh that had explored every inch of her!
Redstar wrote:Irulan sat at her desk, her hand gripping the pen as she worked to refine the final draft of Paul of Dune before it released to the public. Her writing grew more furied until finally she ripped the paper, and in her anger tossed it against the wall... Paul was lost to her, and she felt her heart pang with sadness. It was then that she felt a hand tightly grip onto her shoulder, and before she turned she knew who it was: that strong, powerful grip; the presence of lust and desire in the air; the boundless compassion... It could only be one man. She turned and looked into the eyes of her Feyd, his red hair curled into neat locks over his brow. Granted, he was a ghola crafted by the Tleilaxu, but he had had his memories awakened and could warm her body as he did on Giedi Prime, in another lifetime, so long ago...
Hunchback Jack wrote:"Alia looked into Duncan dead silver eyes. Even with all the experience her Other Memories gave her, she could discern no hint of emotion in those expressionless orbs. But Duncan was not closed to her; the way his hands roamed over her ripe, yearning body showed her everything she needed to know about how he felt." -HBJ