“The Baron could see the path ahead of him. One day, a Harkonnen would be Emperor.”
—BARON VLADIMIR HARKONNEN
When Paul turned back to the group, the faint scent of cordite and cleaning solvent lingering in the air from the returned firearms, Lisa’s patience had clearly frayed. "Alright, enough with the gun show, Greg," she said, her arm...
2025-05-23 02:46:55 +0000 UTC View Post“When strangers meet, great allowances should be made for differences in custom and training.”
—FROM ”THE WISDOM OF MUAD’DIB” BY THE PRINCESS IRULAN
The journey north from the Boardwalk was yet another descent into the city’s decaying industrial heart, a landscape of rust-stained concrete and skeletal gantries silhouetted against a...
2025-05-23 02:45:18 +0000 UTC View Post“At the age of fifteen, he had already learned silence.”
—FRANK HERBERT
A hush descended with the closing of the folding doors as Paul stepped from the bus. Evening light—thin, bay-smudged—stretched along the pavement like a frayed carpet. He took it in with a single breath, tasted the brine and engine-oil, and moved. Distance fell awa...
2025-05-22 03:54:39 +0000 UTC View Post“I don't feel like wrestling”
—BARON VLADIMIR HARKONNEN
The city night embraced him, a tapestry of damp air, distant sirens, and the hushed secrets of sleeping houses. He moved through the residential labyrinth, an unseen current in the urban flow, his path guided by a mental map now as familiar as the star charts of Arrakis. The curfew, a...
2025-05-20 02:47:34 +0000 UTC View Post“A total of 1.46 million, 62 solaris round trip…”
—THUFIR HAWAT
The faint, lingering scent of grape juice clung to the air as Paul stepped from the classroom into the corridor’s muted light. His hands found the familiar recess of his pockets, each footfall steady, measured. The corridor outside was a river of youthful chaos, currents o...
2025-05-20 02:46:06 +0000 UTC View PostI am still a few hours away from finishing the next chain of chapters, but it feels weird not posting anything. So, I decided to polish up a few old drafts and upload them here to tide you guys over until I am done with the next chapters.
P.S.: None of this is canon, just me experimenting with certain scenes to test the workability of a few ships. I have a bunch more, but they are far too...
2025-05-19 01:54:45 +0000 UTC View PostGreg Veder stared through the back wall of the classroom like he could see something the rest of us were too small-minded to notice.
I was supposed to be taking notes—U.S. History, westward expansion, Mr. Gladly droning at the front—but my pencil hovered half an inch above the page, unmoving. Greg sat one row over and one seat up, lean profile crisp again...
2025-05-17 05:04:58 +0000 UTC View PostThis shit is absurdly well made. Still hallucinates a bit, but it's negligible.
Also, the next chapter is in a few minutes...
2025-05-17 03:41:20 +0000 UTC View PostThe silence was the first thing that really got to you. Not the absence of light, or the immobility, or even the numbness in the flesh. Its was a different silence from what most people knew. A dead silence. The kind that pressed in on your eardrums until you could hear the blood pumping through your own useless, paralyzed limbs.
My MP3 player had died abou...
2025-05-16 04:01:06 +0000 UTC View PostThe scent of stale coffee and disinfectant clung to the air, a familiar perfume of PRT Headquarters that had, in recent weeks, acquired a sharper, more acrid undertone – the smell of desperation. I walked beside Colin, his powered armor a silent, gleaming shell that seemed to absorb the already dim light of the corridor. He was annoyed, more so than usual...
2025-05-16 03:59:53 +0000 UTC View PostThe burner phone felt cool against my ear, a cheap piece of plastic that nonetheless connected me to a voice that had, in the span of perhaps forty-eight hours, redrawn a not-insignificant portion of Brockton Bay’s power dynamics. The line was clear, digitally scrubbed of any identifying noise, leaving only the calm, measured cadence of the man on the other ...
2025-05-15 06:13:06 +0000 UTC View PostInitial Critique (from Edoardo Abbondio):
Q1: I'm disappointed with how Lisa's powers were portrayed in this chapter regarding Paul. It seems the most she could gather was that he's somehow dangerous and knows them, which could be reasonable assumptions for any random, unaf...
2025-05-14 00:36:28 +0000 UTC View PostMy head was already throbbing before he even showed up.
The world outside the grimy walls of our little shithole factory was painted in the dull, washed-out colours of a Brockton Bay afternoon. Rain threatened, the air thick with the smell of wet concrete and something vaguely industrial that had never quite aired out of the Docks. I’d been star...
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2025-05-13 08:14:38 +0000 UTC View Post“What is important for a leader is that which makes him a leader. It is the needs of his people.”
—PAUL MUAD’DIB ATREIDES
Paul stood beneath the corrugated awning that jutted from the warehouse row like a rust-tongued prayer flag, letting the rain strike his coat in patient intervals. The call with Trainwreck had been transactional enoug...
2025-05-13 00:56:01 +0000 UTC View Post“Arrakis teaches the attitude of the knife - chopping off what's incomplete and saying: 'Now, it's complete because it's ended here.”
—PAUL MUAD’DIB ATREIDES
The city was hushed beneath a pewter sky when Paul stepped from the bus and entered the grimy storefront that called itself “Net-Nexus Internet Lounge.” Neon letters hummed like...
2025-05-12 21:22:45 +0000 UTC View PostThe air in the bunker tasted of recycled oxygen and the faint, metallic tang of humming server banks. Not a hum, precisely, more a vibration in the bones, the silent thrum of power coursing through the earth, through the walls, through me. Six in the morning, by the chronometer. Twenty-seven hours since I’d last allowed myself the vulnerability of sle...
2025-05-12 01:35:14 +0000 UTC View Post“Nothing wins more loyalty for a leader than an air of bravura," the Duke said. "I, therefore, cultivate an air of bravura.”
—DUKE LETO ATREIDES
Alone in the sanctuary of his bedroom, the door a thin barrier against the house’s unfamiliar quietude, Paul sat before the humming glow of the desktop monitor. The web trawler he wrote th...
2025-05-10 19:11:12 +0000 UTC View Post“Nothing wins more loyalty for a leader than an air of bravura," the Duke said. "I, therefore, cultivate an air of bravura.”
—DUKE LETO ATREIDES
The humid, early evening air of the Veder neighbourhood lingered on Paul’s skin as the door to their apartment opened onto the familiar, stale scent of worn carpets and simmering anxieties...
2025-05-10 19:10:02 +0000 UTC View Post“Nothing wins more loyalty for a leader than an air of bravura," the Duke said. "I, therefore, cultivate an air of bravura.”
—DUKE LETO ATREIDES
A plastic sack dangled from his right hand. Two contoured memory-foam pillows, bought cash on the Boardwalk. Paul unlocked the padlock of Unit DF-12, let the corrugated door roll up with a t...
2025-05-09 06:01:23 +0000 UTC View PostFor the nerds in chat; Dune tech is comin' to Brockton Bay...
2025-05-07 10:11:10 +0000 UTC View Post“Use the first moments in study. You may miss many an opportunity for quick victory this way, but the moments of study are insurance of success. Take your time and be sure.”
—GOD EMPEROR, LETO II
The engine idled in a broken staccato, heat seeping through yet another stolen Chrysler’s thin firewall while dawn’s first amber filtered bet...
2025-05-06 04:55:37 +0000 UTC View Post“We Braavosi are descended from those who fled Valyria and the wroth of its dragonlords. We do not jape of dragons.”
―Tycho Nestoris to Jon Snow
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The Braavosi wedge struck the gap like a mailed fist. Jace watched from above as the leading dromonds surged through the breach, smashing into the reformed Westerosi line. Th...
2025-05-05 03:40:57 +0000 UTC View Post“Braavos is the odd duck among the Nine Free Cities, but still more Valyrian than Andal in its origins.”
—George R. R. Martin
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The Braavosi fleet spilled forth from the lagoon’s mouth, a river of timber and sail flowing out past the Titan’s stony feet. From his vantage point on the hill, Jace wat...
2025-05-05 03:39:26 +0000 UTC View Post“The Nine Free Cities are the daughters of Valyria that was, but Braavos is the bastard child who ran away from home. We are a mongrel folk, the sons of slaves and whores and thieves. Our forebears come from half a hundred lands to this place of refuge, to escape the dragonlords who had enslaved them. Half a hundred gods came ...
2025-05-05 03:37:18 +0000 UTC View PostI began drafting this yesterday after seeing how the polls swung. It is not final nor is it canon. In fact, I have three other incomplete drafts that would work better for other names like Ozymandias(this one has the poem rather than a Ballad), Agamemnon and Charon, but I decided to spend time brainstorming this scene instead. This is only a sample to better contextualise the d...
2025-05-03 04:09:22 +0000 UTC View Post
Greatness is a transitory experience. It is never consistent. It depends in part upon the myth-making imagination of humankind. The person who experiences greatness must have a feeling for the myth he is in. He must reflect what is projected upon him. And he must have a strong sense of the sardonic. This is what uncouples him from belief in his own pretensions. The sardonic is all that perm...
2025-05-03 01:11:07 +0000 UTC View Post“A beginning is the time for taking the most delicate care that the balances are correct. This every sister of the Bene Gesserit knows. To begin your study of the life of Maud'Dib, then, take care that you first place him in his time: born in the 57th year of the Padishah Emperor, Shaddam IV. And take the most special care that you locate Maud'Dib in ...
2025-05-02 06:10:26 +0000 UTC View Post
All running polls will end in 24 hours. I will make the next(or final) decision then.
2025-05-02 00:49:18 +0000 UTC View Post