Monster Musume: Everyday Life with Monster Girls

Грэм Макнилл, автор прорвы романов и рассказов по вселенной Warhammer 40.000\FB, переходит работать в Riot Games. Удачи Маку на новом месте работы

Originally Posted by Graham McNeill
If you don’t want to read to the end, the short version is this: I’ve been offered – and have accepted – a job with Riot Games, the producer of the phenomenally successful League of Legends. Clan McNeill is moving to Los Angeles.

I’ve been chatting with Riot for a little while and now they’ve offered me the position of Senior Narrative Writer in their Los Angeles offices. So, yeah, in the summer we’re leaving Nottingham and the UK and relocating to sunny California in the US of A.

This wasn’t a decision we took lightly. I enjoyed the work I was doing, where I was doing it and the way life revolved around our kids, friends, family, work, school and all the usual happenings that make up the everyday. We had Evan and Amber to think of, our own jobs and our house, our friends and families. We liked having all that close, and the idea of making such a life-changing upheaval was very scary. Far easier just to maintain the status quo, eh? In short, we were comfortable, but sometimes you need to change things up, to step out of your comfort zone, and I think we were all at that stage.

I first spoke with Riot back in December. I went over for an informal chat, not really knowing what to expect, but going in with an open mind. The people I met there were fantastic; full of passion and enthusiasm for what they were doing, and I came away feeling I’d had a real meeting of minds with the spirit of Riot’s creative heart. These were people who thrived on the sheer joy of creativity, where every avenue could be explored to see where it went. I came away tremendously excited at the possibility of working within those teams.

We went back over to California as a family in February so everyone could see LA and Santa Monica, to find out if it was a place we could see ourselves living and working. It most definitely was. And my second meeting with the creative types in Riot more than confirmed my desire to work with them. Their attitude to the work and the potential for all it offers in the future is incredible, which makes me tremendously excited about being part of it.

After some long, serious, grown-up talks about making the move, Anita and I came to the conclusion that the opportunities for our family were too incredible to pass up. It’s a life-changing adventure that’s going to be exciting and challenging all at the same time. It’s the kind of chance we had to snatch with both hands, as it’s the kind that doesn’t come around more than once. And I’d hate to look back in years to come with any kind of regret for the chances we didn’t take. So with a mixture of giggling excitement and trepidation at the thought of stepping into this brave new world, we’re getting packed up and looking west to this fresh phase of our future.

Ah, but what does this mean for all things Warhammer…?

Well, first and foremost, I’m a writer, so I’m not going to stop writing books any more than I’m going to choose to stop breathing. I’m still working on my current Horus Heresy novel, The Crimson King (I’ve just handed in the first half…) and will continue to write for the Black Library. Clearly my output will diminish, what with having a full time, salaried day job, but I’ll still be keeping my hand in. I have stories of Uriel Ventris yet to tell and the Battle for Macragge isn’t going to write itself. And, having been involved with the Horus Heresy series since its very opening act, I’ll be damned if I’m not going to show up for its final dramas and its curtain calls. Expect the odd quick read or audio to pop up here and there too. In short, I’m still going to keep you entertained with grim tales from the 41st Millennium, the Horus Heresy and beyond.

So, there you have it. As the summer dawns, Clan McNeill will be living it in California. Wish us well, and I’ll continue to talk to you all on Twitter, Facebook and e-mail.

Cheers,

Graham

Кхемрийский Титан

Под движущимися и бесконечными песками Нехекхары таятся секреты столетий и ужасы, неподвластные времени, морозящие душу любого, кто осмелится нарушить их сон. О многих из них сложилось множество сказаний и баек. И наиболее легендарные и устрашающие среди них - гигантские скарабеи и жуки-падальщики, по слухам, живущие под песками.
Но многим кажутся всего лишь мифом истории о скарабеях размером с крепость, что поднимают яростные песчаные бури на тех, кто посмеет вторгнутся в древние владения Царей Гробниц Кхемри. Но есть и те немногие, кто знает, какие ужасы таятся под песками Земли Мертвых. Известные ученым Тилеи и Империи как Кхемрийские титаны, эти гигантские магические изваяния из камня и оникса, пробужденные при помощи могущественных древних заклятий Юга, превышают по размеру даже ужасающих Некросфинксов. Они украшены драгоценными камнями и отражают все богатство и славу ушедших веков.
Неизвестно, сколько их было в древние времена, и даже сколько из них дожило до наших дней. Но известно, что их создали для того, чтобы они следили за местами великого зла и логовами ужасных чудовищ, существующих еще с рассвета мира, и есть только несколько существ, способных побороть кхемрийского титана в битве. Источник силы этого гиганта проистекает в том, что он не просто оживленное каменное изваяние - это место, где покоится давно почивший наследник Кхемри, а иногда и целая династия воинов, павших сатрапов великих царей, что в последнем вздохе поклялись защищать границы царских земель после смерти. Погребальные чары этих святынь вечности притягивают к себе Ветры Магии, которые собирает и хранит на протяжении многих лет, и когда эта сила достигает пика, в древних изваяниях пробуждается жизнь, и без помощи каких-либо Жрецов-Личей, Кхемрийский титан начинает двигаться...

Stony the Golem

Stony the Golem, was a jolly greenskin soul,
With a big wood mask and a fists of stone, and two eyes made of coal.

Stony the Golem, is a fairytale, they say.
He was made of stone, but the gobboes know he came to life one day.

There must have been some WAAAAAAAAGH magic in that old wooden mask they found,

For when they placed it on his head, he began to stomp around!

Oh, Stony the Golem, was alive as he could be;
and the gobboes say he could charge and kill,
just the same as you and me.

Thumpety thump, thump, thumpety thump, thump,
look at Stony go.
Thumpety thump, thump, thumpety thump, thump,
over the hills of dead.

Stony the Golem, knew lotz of ummies was that day,
so he said, "Let's run, and we'll have some fun, before I broken now."

Down to the village, with a stunty in his hand,
Running here and there, all around the square,
sayin', "Catch me if you can."

He led them down the streets of town, right to the Sigmar's monk;

and only paused a moment, when he heard him holler, "Stop!"

For Stony the Golem, had to hurry on his way,
But he waved goodbye, sayin' "Don't cry, I'll be back again some day."