Colorado based writer | Socials: @lucasdiercouff
The Crane Catalyst
Under moonlight, The Cranes gathered. The "impenetrable" Le Marquis Bank in sight. Our insider, "Morris", propped the emergency exit, now entrance. Sal, always the charmer, even got the guard's phone number. VOLTaire killed the power as Bella slithered to the vault, locked by a biometric that will cost the CEO their job. Bella held her breath and placed her amino synthesized glove. The vault gave up a final gasp. Ours. Finally. Shimmering like a diamond of untold worth. They packed swiftly, leaving only a rainbow origami crane behind. The world would never be the same. Together, The Cranes lift all.
The labored grunts from the runed warrior broke the eerie quiet treeline of Twynnsdale. The sun haloed the peak of Grindog's Crag , a yelpling's rite of passage. A fond memory. Lofty spires of runes crowned the horizon, each one a playful dare. No hill too high, and no symbol too foreboding for this lad. Endless whimsy on his roleplaying odyssey.
Panic surging. Spaceship damaged. Power waning. Oxygen depleting. Time wasted. Crew desperate. Heroics lost. Earth unreachable. Frantic repairs. Signal weak. Feedback blurted. Transmission sent. Stars mocking. Mind slipping. Silence deafening. Hope waning. Seconds matter. Faint blip. Garbled response. Coordinates shared. Rescue imminent. The doubt. The wait. No words. A breath.
ALIEN: The Best Adapted Roleplaying Game.
I was in highschool when I first played Leading Edge Games' Aliens: The Roleplaying Game. With literally nothing to compare it to in my then naive experience... it was awesome. A hexpaper plodding adventure using an all too complex Phoenix Command system. Breakout all the dice you've got. It was gonna be a long night. A ruleset that I could replay the 1986 sci-fi action film, ALIENS over and over again with my friends. It would quickly lose its luster as broader and easier game systems entered our lives. Leaving the Alien franchise as an indelible bookmark of my childhood, but a bookmark nonetheless. A bookmark nearly in danger of being forgotten.
A New Chapter
“How much you willing to pay per word?”, the next writer would always ask. It felt as though the rate routinely went up. A sports column. An op-ed. Fantasies and science fictions. The daily beat. It all cost a fortune to print. It soon became apparent to Hal that people just weren’t willing to pay like they used to.
PACIFIC EVENT B ROLL TRANSCRIPT 02:35-02:56 HARVEY TATE: “That’s right, Roger! It is amazing what you are about to see here. I warn you... this footage can be quite unsettling! It’s enough to give you the jeebies! The heebie-jeebies even. Here in California, the Pacific Ocean has receded approximately one hundred feet from the shore... during high tide. Peculiar to say the least. As you can see from this Stansfield family vacation video, it really just happens almost instantly. Like a drain has been pulled from a bathtub! Truly remarkable. What could have possibly caused this is on everyone’s mind. What does this mean for the world? Time will soon tell, Roger. There are some wild word of mouth as to WHY... uh, or even HOW rather, this is occurring. When we receive more information regarding that then we will certainly pass that along to you at the studio and our viewers at home.”