History of Roman typefaces by MartinSilvertant, journal
History of Roman typefaces
History of Roman typefaces
Typefaces are our instruments to construct words and sentences. Of course this very article couldn’t be written without type other than writing by hand and scanning it in, but I wouldn’t know how to save the file or how to access the website to upload it to if I had no access to typefaces. Of course I don’t have to say where type can be found; it’s absolutely everywhere. However, most people don’t consider where typefaces come from. Most of my life and even the first 5 years or so of my design career I was absolutely ignorant of where typefaces came from. I mean, they were just "there"
So...what are you saying? Theres nothing you can do?
Night had fallen and they were driving through the streets of one Tacomas red light districts. The Vory did brisk business here and mob battles were frequent. Chava lay sprawled on the floor between the two front seats, his aquamarine eyes closed against the neon glare of various business signs and flashing billboards.
The young Night One nodded tiredly. A mere hour had passed since his disastrous link with the corp woman, an encounter that left him feeling 99 instead of 19. Hed gone in confident of his skill, certain of his abilities...and had ba
The RV moved.
Slowly but surely, Nas manoeuvred the ancient machine down the broken Puyallup streets As usual, the late afternoon sky was invisible, but for once the constant rain of ash from mount Rainier disdained from falling on Puyallup.
Chava lifted his head from where he sat slumped next to the couch on which their biz lay and bit his lip. So, little missy was a corper and rich one to boot. And she was being tracked by ritual magic. For the first time in his life, he really wished that hed taken training in magic. What little he knew hed picked up on his own...or with a bit of guidance from the mysterious Lady Moon who ap
Shadowrun: A simple run - 4 by KeitaHaruka, literature
Literature
Shadowrun: A simple run - 4
He hadnt expected this. He really hadnt.
Nas didnt usually arrive this early...and hed said he had biz to take care of anyway. Biz was something they both knew, and neither asked questions about the others.
Quickly, the beautiful young elven boy turned off the flow off hot water he stood under , his long, platinum hair plastered to his skull and back.
Chava! Are you there? The hammering on the metal door to his ancient Daimler Atego RV intensified to the point where he could feel the vibrations through the floor.
This irritated the young elf enormously. Nas had a tendency to forget his own streng
Shadowrun: Just a Simple Run 3
Despite the bad feeling I had, the job went off without a hitch, a simple job, just as Felix had said. The hardest part was dealing with the delivery ork, who spoke neither English or Spanish, the only two languages I knew. But we muddled through. Then an hour-long trip in the rain, and here I am, in Downtown Seattle, with a full black-market bank account, three-quarters of a tank of gas, and most of the evening ahead of me.
A smile was just about to escape me when a few dozen kilos of soft body slammed into me out from a side alley. They're trying to kill me!, she screamed in my ear, a
Shadowrun: Just a Simple Run 2
After making sure the door locked behind Brad, I tapped the receive call button on the CommLink, and answered it, Hoi Felix, 'zappinin'?
Just a bit of biz, Nas, if you're good for it? Standard Rates. Felix asked, his icon appearing on the Trid. Felix only did business over the Matrix, appearing as a typical suit, only his clothing was was made of black chrome with flickering chromium flames going over it, his skin too perfect to be real. Even his weekly poker games were virtual, and rather infamous with his contacts. Enough people walked away winners that fights
Just A Simple Run - Prologue by CanRay, literature
Literature
Just A Simple Run - Prologue
Shadowrun: Just A Simple Run Prologue
Thank goodness for Double-Coupon days! I said, pulling the heavy bags of groceries out of the trunk of my new (to me) GMC Commodore Sedan. Yes, things were very much looking up to me. Boyfriend, car, rent paid up for a few months, and now enough food to last me a bit, even with my bio-thingy boosting my appetite.
Of course, when things are going well when you work the Shadows, the criminal underworld of 2070, it only means that you're being set up for a fall. In this case, it was physical as I felt a blow to the back of my head, then one to the front as I hit the trunk, sprawling
Shadowrun: Just a Simple Run Chapter 1
I got Brad an Orkstaff XXX 180 Proof Beer, and a Bright Star for myself, just a little taste of home, and excused myself as I went into the bathroom of my three-room apartment. Peeling off the shirt, I saw the bruise start to develop above my kidney on my heavily muscled torso. Reaching above the medicine cabinet, I pulled out the HotCold Slappatch, and put it over the bruise. The heat would sooth the pain, and then the chill would cause the swelling to go down. I looked at myself in the mirror, glad that I was still able to do so after being drugged and going on a rampage of ste
Debt of Non-Blood Prolog
August 25th, 2055: Chicago Containment Zone, Illinois, UCAS.
Fighting the pain in my chest, I ran further, away from the monster behind me.
I had come to Chicago for my operation a week ago, a heart transplant. They tried some new technique as well, experimental magical something-or-other that sped up healing. Got my heart ahead of time, frag I got it in time, and they got to test things out on me. It worked so well that I could walk after only three days.
Which was good, because that was when whatever the hell happened did. It's been two days of living hell, listening to the weird things going on arou
Debt of Non-Blood 1
2070: Seattle Metroplex, UCAS
My name is Jon Money Johnson, and I am suffering.
All the herculean trials that I have found myself facing in my many years, this had to have been the most difficult. More difficult than the first time I hired a team of Shadowrunners for wetwork, than killing my first metahuman, than proposing to my wife.
OhwowMoneythisisgreat, checktheseshoesIgotIloveshoesanditmatchesmyCommLink, andohwowcheckitoutviolentManga!!! Speeder had not shut up a single time since she jumped into the passenger seat of my Chrysler-Nissan Jackrabbit Car, as she came close to enjoyin