Elysian Shadows Oneshot: Those chosen of the Creator held the power of magic. And through that power came other kinds - power of those without such a blessing. Power over their lives. Power that, could at times, be defied...

Oneshot: Every child in Valoran has heard the tale before. About the cursed mummy boy who felt his heart no more.

Oneshot: The Martians, the formics...they did not wage war against humanity. They carried out pest control.

Poem: Widowmaker despised Tracer. Luckily, it would only take one shot to remove the Overwatch agent from the equation.

Poem: It was a long way back to Federation space. And the journey would not be without cost.

Oneshot: Not only gold glitters. But those who seek it are sometimes lost.

Poem: "My name is Lachdanan. And I am cursed."

Poem: "I'll probably be called a heretic for this, but maybe there's better ways to repair stuff than pray to some supposed machine god. Anyone? Just sayin'..."

Oneshot: "They're dogs! And they're playing poker!"

Oneshot: Sometimes, the TARDIS got a bit sick of all the companions that kept coming aboard.

Poem: The call of Chaos is heard by all in the Old World. Some have the fortitude to answer it.

Poem: Finally, Sarlac had been defeated. Finally, Androth was free.

Oneshot: The Freedom Fighters of the Galaxy were always on the lookout for new recruits. Recruits that weren't walking house plants or psychopathic raccoons that is.

Oneshot: Once, Ristar had been the hero of Planet Flora. Once, he had reached for the stars. Now, he was stuck in the dirt. Stuck waving a flag.

Poem: The Horde's enslavement and use of the Red Dragonflight in the Second War gave them an insurmountable advantage in the air. Many Alliance ships were lost as a result.

Oneshot: After you operate in space for extended periods of time, it becomes quite difficult to return to Earth.

Oneshot: There's nothing worse than being a slave. But being born as one makes it much easier to get used to such drudgery.

Poem: "If Grace is there with you - look in her memories - she can show you the world we come from. There's no green there. They killed their Mother, and they're gonna do the same thing here. More Sky People are gonna come. They're gonna come like a rain that never ends until they've covered the world. Unless we stop them."

Poem: All intelligence indicates that Phobos and Deimos fell to the gateway incursion almost instantly.

Poem: I saw the first, but soon the world saw millions. No-one knew how they spawned so fast. They swarmed like locusts, burning everything in their path, driven by one purpose...to feed. Even then, we couldn't believe they were real. Ancient man had made them into myths, but nature had made something far more terrible.