Abyssal-Proconsul

R.P.S. RPS, (originally standing for Rock Paper Scissors), is a collectable card game set in a universe where a society much like those today (say 100 years in the future) made war with each-other and wiped themselves off the face of the world. Originally the people’s struggle was against magic. The “Ancients” tried to replace magic with machines, before they finally destroyed eachother. That leaves only their remnants, a few nomads, sparse societies, robots that have gone berserk, mutations from the nuclear war, and the magical creatures that have succeeding in retaking part of their world. How to play: The object of the

                                     The Not So True Tale of The Ugly Duckling Once upon a time... There was an old farm... And on it, a mother duck tended to her eggs... Suddenly (!) They began to hatch... All except one little egg, this egg was smaller than the rest, and an ugly shade of brown. It, had not yet hatched... The mother duck began to worry, because, for one, she couldn’t remember ever laying the deformed egg, and two, whatever was inside the egg was pecking worriedly at the shell. Finally, all the eggs had hatched, including the deformed egg, and all the wonderful little ducks went scampering around the farm. That w

                                          Life’s Like an Exercise Wheel “Did you guys do the BMI yesterday? In biology?” said Karen to the smaller humans... You see Karen had been gone yesterday leaving her “students” (a word I had come to understand to be describing the little humans) with another Mrs. Sexton to teach in her stead. I rarely listen to the indistinct chatter of the humans through the glass of my warm pen. Oh, I understand their language... I have gotten pretty smart from 6 periods a day of Biology, Physical Science, and English. You humans can call me Albert... I suppose that’s what Karen calls