Spaceborn Peloran

by on May 15, 2019 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Art, The Races of Humanity

I grew up in a world where aliens were real. I studied them in grade school, and they would show up so we could talk to them. I hear they love talking to us kids. The feeling’s mutual, I assure you. They were out of this world. Literally. The time that really nailed that home for me was back in the Blizzard of Eighty Seven. That would be 2287. A freak cold front came in out of Canada on January 27 and didn’t lift for a month. It was so cold even our cars wouldn’t start. Hundreds of families were trapped out there on both sides of the border and we rallied the townsfolk to go out and find them. So picture a bunch of local Northern Minnesotans bundled up at the aid station in our cold weather finest, drinking hot chocolate or coffee because even we were cold. And then a bunch of purple-skinned Peloran walk in out of the cold in t-shirts and shorts to help us out. Not a care in the world. Not even shivering. I’ll tell yah, I was a feeling a bit jealous that day.

 Comment 

Spaceborn Peloran

by on May 14, 2019 at 12:01 am
Posted In: The Races of Humanity

Most Peloran are the slightly-alien but obviously human beings that most of us have contact with. Stronger. Faster. Harder to kill. But still indefinably human. The Albion wanted to build something better though. More specialized. Capable of surviving in environments that would kill humans. Low temperatures. Low air pressures. Environments where mere sunlight became a weapon. So they created specialized Peloran who could live in sub-zero temperatures without any insulation. Who could walk in vacuum as easily as we walk to the store. And with special eyes designed to filter out sunlight glinting off white snow. Or could look straight into a sun from an airless hunk of rock.

 Comment 

Mother’s Day Weekend

by on May 13, 2019 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

We all have a mother. Some of us are blessed with getting to see her every day. Some of us never see her.

This weekend, we take time to say what we should be saying every day.

Thank you.

I love you.

I wouldn’t be here without you.

The little things.

The things that matter.

Now Mother’s Day Monday comes. Yes, that means flowers and cards and discount price. It also means you have another chance to treat her like it is Mother’s Day all over again. Tuesday as well. And Wednesday. Heck, let’s pick every day of the week to treat her like she matters. Maybe make every day Mother’s Day.

What do you say?

 Comment 

Peloran

by on May 12, 2019 at 12:01 am
Posted In: The Races of Humanity

The most important thing to keep in mind when dealing with one of the classic homeworlds Peloran is that they will do nearly anything to avoid violence. They are courteous, careful, and observant of every cultural custom they are aware of. They are quick to apologize if they have accidentally given offense, and giving purposeful offense is unthinkable. That is how the Albion designed their supersoldiers. To avoid violence at nearly all costs. They do not play football or box with each other. Instead their most famous sports include mild-mannered Peloran dueling with their minds in games akin to Jeopardy or Wheel of Fortune. They particularly love trivia games that can challenge their near-eidetic memory, and they congregate in a yearly Knowledge Bowl where they compete in teams for the honor of being the most advanced collection of minds in the known galaxy.

 Comment 

Peloran

by on May 11, 2019 at 12:01 am
Posted In: The Races of Humanity

The Peloran that made Contact with us get cut and bleed just as easily as most humans. They just heal really quick. But most Peloran have thicker skin than that. Literally. Well…maybe denser is the better word. Definitely stronger. Firmer as well. Peloran skin actually acts as a kind of low-grade armor, you see. It’ll shrug off the kind of things that normal humans live in fear of. Low-caliber bullets. Paper cuts. Legos. That’s one of the reasons so many of them look just a little bit different than us. They were designed for war, and didn’t disappoint one bit by the time they were ready to field. I still remember the day I first saw a battalion of them march unto the landing field at Sunnydale. God that was an amazing sight.

 Comment