SciFi/Fantasy First Line Game

The infinite capacity of the human brain to store data and the speed at which it analyzes information sent along its synapses is precisely why Intel replaced the cores of most modern PC devices.

One fish, two fish, red fish, genophased daggermouth anthrobloodfish.

I spit the raw stake on the floor and checked the manacles; they'd held the night

"Lord Grimm, the condemned is ready, and she pleads that you eschew the traditional ax, m'lord, in deference to her clan's ceremonial broadsword."

badducky said:

No one knew what to do about the golden goose, even though it was destroying the village economy.

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Now this I like. Amongst all the hackneyed junk in this thread (including my own, I hasten to add), this is something special. It's not a pretty, honed-til-it-gleams sentence, by my God, it does a lot in 18 words, and I am very much intrigued...

No amount of training - even the new VR stuff - can prevent the moment of pure terror that accompanies the unmistakable thud of your ship explosively decompressing around you.

Who would want to maim my clone with a sonic waffle is beyond me.

The universe was silent around me, save for the sickening hiss of air escaping my suit.

(Look! I slowly crawl back to the forums!)

Bonus making-up-for-lost-time first sentence:

Cowering behind the rusted shell of a classic 1960's Cadillac, I took a moment to rethink the wisdom of having brought spells to a gunfight.

A sudden grin fractured the Alien's face; who would have guessed that bubblegum and popcorn would be the saviors of humanity?

"All those that you were scared of as a kid are real. You get to kill them. Welcome to the Corps son."

Lord Hierarch said:

"All those that you were scared of as a kid are real. You get to kill them. Welcome to the Corps son."

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Yay! New players! Welcome to the game!

That said, this entry violates the rules ducky laid down for the game when starting it. Specifically:

1. Every post (even ones like this one I am making now) must contain a first line.
2. The first line must be clearly speculative in nature, the start of a fantasy/SF story.
3. The first line must be one sentence. No multi-sentence quotes, no gluing the lines together with semicolons higgledy-piggledy and so on.

Unfortunately, your entry doesn't meet the third criteria. No big deal — this is just a game, after all — but a rule to keep in mind for future entries. And now, in keeping with those rules, I need to put a first line down...

The tiger watched me with head tilted quizzically to one side, the polished brass gears of its mind ticking loudly enough that I could hear them even through the painted leather hide.

I'd never killed an alien before.

On the seven hundredth day of my twelfth life I became the man who saved the world.

I hugged skirted the rubble-strewn brick wall as an air tank and two cloudbikes rumbled overhead.

Were we not of the Sworn, a charging Shethian army would have broken us.

Damn, who would have guessed the lake of fire was just God's bowl of hot soup.

When I say that I was sleeping with a pair of three-legged prostitutes on Delsion IV, I'm using the word sleep in a way that would make most dictionaries blush.

[FONT=&quot]The young man had no thoughts, no mental activity, and that grabbed her attention in a way nothing else could have. [/FONT]

There's not much to be positive about when you know a squad of priest-executioners will come for you when the candle you're watching burns down and will hang you from the neck until rotten, but the candle is made from the sperm of the hammer-headed eagle from the plains of Chronos III and burns slower than most.

Just as insomniacs would almost all prefer to sleep, most immortals come to wish they could die.

Space; the epitome of industrial living -- and a certain pest issue with master roaches.

I had yet to fall asleep, and the demons cavorting outside in the courtyard did nothing to help.