Quote:(Nicodemus Phaulkon)
The Test of a True Amazon by G. Gulling Massis
No matter how much Aella steeled herself, forever locked in conflict for those that claimed her presence in the war-party was based on her looks and not her battle prowess, she couldn't find the strength within herself to undergo the mythical Amazonian practice of righteous self-mastectomy in order to properly draw a bow; not so much because of the social or fashion challenges that it would provide, but more so because of the lifelong compensatory need to hold herself listing twenty degrees to starboard in order not to topple over while standing.

(Protoshoggoth)
The Glorious Adventures of Corian_Countertop, part Deux
Corian_Countertop trudged grimly through the thin muck and discarded carapaces littering the twisting tunnels of the aptly-if-unimaginatively-named Maggot Lair, stalking The Big Honkin' Immobile Maggot of legend, when suddenly the thought occurred to him that if goddamned (literally!) insects could traverse this thing on a daily basis, why was Raoul, his otherwise trusty merc and boon companion, hung up in a corner halfway across the level?

(Nicodemus Phaulkon)
Uniforms, High Kicks and a 401K by Polly Ester Chafes
The situation of personal investment had become untenable as, taking another battle stance in preparation against the Fallen now milling in closer and closer as if sensing her distraction from the fact that the last round of finishing kicks had indeed caused her uniform bottoms to "go ninja" in-between her glutes, Desdemona began to realize that if she truly intended to successfully retire from her career as an assassin; she would have to find a way for her assets to stop bunching in the end.