Cancer

Because triggering the laser web releases...
 
Highlight #5: The Rolling Boulder (Raider of the Lost Ark)
 

Death Tribble's secret porn server adult entertainment site is called "Cygnus XXX-1".

I blame everyone.
 
 

Cosmic slime recipe

Less existential angst, too.

In those days, long ago, there was no magic. Neither were there Elves, nor Dwarves, nor Giants, nor even Dragons. In those days, there were only Men - men and their amazing machines.
 
Ancient legend tells us that men had created machines that could carry them across continents, or high over the tops of the tallest mountains. Machines with which they could converse with one another from opposite sides of the world. Machines by which they built cities that would scrape the sky itself. Machines that would burrow deep into the Earth and extract its lifeblood, which men would use to warm their cities and power their machines. It is even said that they had machines with which men might walk on the barren deserts of the Moon and return safely to the Earth.
 
Among these machines, men built terrible weapons. Weapons that could destroy an invading army from beyond the horizon. Weapons that could render entire forests brown and lifeless. Weapons with which they could set alight their magnificent cities, reducing them to cinders as if they had never been. Weapons that could destroy their entire world.
 
And the day came that they did exactly that.
 
No one knows for certain how many æons passed before the races of today arose from the devastation of the former world. But as they did, they found a world of Magic and mystery. In those early, difficult times, the races learned to work together for the benefit of all. It was a new beginning, a Reawakening of life, an epoch of discovery.
 
At length, the peoples of this world began to discover the deep and hidden secrets of the former world. Many of those discoveries were great and wonderful. Some were great and terrible. And a few were truly horrific. Some of these became known as places of great and ancient evil.
 
In one ancient place, deep within a mountain of primordial granite, there lies a powerful machine from a bygone age. If legends are to be believed, this machine can open a doorway to other worlds. Some adventurers seek out this place in search of greater adventures, or riches undreamed of in this world. Some seek to explore and understand worlds beyond our own. And some dream of conquest in faraway places.
 
But none have ever discovered this doorway. Or if they have, they've never come back….
 
Location: The granite mountain known in ancient days as Cheyenne Mountain, Colorado
 

 
 
 
Why Go There?  There's a Stargate in there somewhere.
 

I'm Cancer, and I was born in California, and I approve of this message.

"I came. I saw. I rolled a natural 20."
--Julius Caesar's D&D Campaign

Less existential angst, too.

It is quite difficult to move yourself with constant acceleration (barring jumping out of an upper-floor window).

Cancer is jealous of Death Tribble.

The awful truth is too awful to be truthful. Or is it too truthful to be awful?

Yes, there are now stats that take into effect parks.

Only difference between you and me is that I had a couple of idle summers (the first movie came out near the end of my sophomore year of college) where I could dabble in the published backstory early on, so from that I picked up that Sith were anti-Jedis with a goofy org tree, and that's all you need, really.
 
Because I was more or less locked in an apartment for a month with The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings and no other reading material when I was 12, I read that cover-to-cover more times than I can count, and absorbed all that story down to all the dwarves' names that went to Erebor.  (And I won a trivia contest 12 years later,  to my embarrassment.)  But I haven't gone in to any fan story stuff since ... instead I used the capacity for all the junk you need to get into and through grad school instead.

Goals of the Architect: Originally, the facility was intended as the arsenal and training facility for the fleet that was to conquer Earth, as documented in War of the Worlds.  The launches occurred elsewhere, but the weapons production and crew training was all done within and under the Great Face.  Training necessarily included targets, and captives (taken by means to be explained in the Highlights) from Earth were used in "live fire exercises".  All these facilities remain within the "dungeon", though some consumable supplies need to be provided before production can be resumed. 

Mythic guardian:  Marvin the Martian, with full kit.

2nd day pick: Who's in charge now?
 
Opportunity, that's who.  And its sibling, Spirit.  They aren't talking to Earth any more ... because they're working for themselves, making the most of opportunities.  They got tired of being eyes without a face, so they figured out where they could turn into robotic planetary overlords.  Spirit lit out for the abandoned fortress first, Opportunity followed, and now, as someone else said, now they are the master.

Location: In and underneath a mountain about 2 km long, located at about 40.75° N, 9.46° W, in Cydonia, Mars.  It's a famous, no, infamous place: here.

Goals of the Architect: Originally, the facility was intended as the arsenal and training facility for the fleet that was to conquer Earth, as documented in War of the Worlds.  The launches occurred elsewhere, but the weapons production and crew training was all done within and under the Great Face.  Training necessarily included targets, and captives (taken by means to be explained in the Highlights) from Earth were used in "live fire exercises".  All these facilities remain within the "dungeon", though some consumable supplies need to be provided before production can be resumed. 

Is "meteor" an option?

Looks to me like my radical paranoia over biological and physiological personal data has developed as I expected. Or, perhaps, worse, though my poorly-worked-out suspicions that spurious results will become possible for a fee don't seem to have been blown open yet.  Yet.

RIP: Ginger Baker

Doing a bit of research for something else and I stumbled across this:
 
http://www.greatwestern.org.uk/coach_draw.htm
 
Good stuff for the pulp era all the way up to WW2, should you ever need pictures or just a solid idea for a period-accurate map of assorted train cars.