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  • Hunger is a game-mechanic that was added in Update 0.12.1. Hunger introduces a new bar which degenerates over time, and needs to be continuously replenished by eating Food.
  • Hunger is the former Fourth Seat of the 12th Division, but he was exiled for extremely unethical experiments.
  • Hunger, to mini-przygoda będąca częścią gry fabularnej Star Wars: Roleplaying Game (WoTC) wydawanej przez Wizards of the Coast. Przygodę wydano w 2003 roku. Jej autorem jest Morrie Mullins. Hunger wydano on-line na stronie wydawnictwa (Wizards.com). Wizards of the Coast wydało więcej podobnych mini-przygód (także on-line) i wszystkie określano wspólnie jako tzw. Web Adventures.
  • When the hunger bar is empty, your character will not use his tools. He will only use one OP in stead of the quantety that your tool gives. You will also gain less resaurces when your hunger bar is empty. To refill your hunger bar, you can buy food at any tavern by talking to the barkeeper and choosing: something to eat please. He will offer you to eat the bread from your warehouse for free or you can buy food from him. The cost off his food depends on your level. Every hour between 30 and 45 there is a community action bonus, where you can go eat in a restaurant. It will refill your food bar a little.
  • Hunger auch als HUN angezeigt, ist eine sekundäre Statistik im Hardcore-Modus von Fallout: New Vegas.
  • Renaissanssouci (Diskussion) 17:59, 11. Mär. 2014 (UTC)renaissanssouci Kategorie:Artikel ohne Bilder Kategorie:Mittellang
  • The Hunger is the demon half of a White Court vampire.
  • Hunger is an entry into the series of comics based on Silent Hill. It appears exclusively on The Silent Hill Experience. It is essentially an hour-long video comic with no voice acting. The story of Hunger was written by Scott Ciencin is a post-Team Silent work. Its canonicity is debatable and it is often merged into the "Silent Hill comic" universe. A small cameo to James Sunderland and Mary Shepherd-Sunderland of Silent Hill 2 appear, however.
  • "HUNGER!!!!" ... dies ist ein Satz den die Uli Mama stündlich zu hören bekommt. Meist von einem noch im Bett liegenden Sohn. Gute Ausdrucksform um etwas zu Essen zu verlangen. Uli-Schreibweise: Hunder...!!!
  • Hunger is a Druid skill in Diablo II.
  • Hunger is one of the four essential needs.
  • The article for the 2008 film known as Hunger can be found here. The article for the Prototype fanfic of the same name can be found here.
  • Hunger is a mini adventure for any era, published on the Wizards of the Coast website. It was written by Morrie Mullins and published on June 19, 2003.
  • There are very few beings that can truly claim to be pure, unadulterated, evil. Few beings can be readily written off as base, savage, and incapable of becoming something more. Those few creatures cower in fear of the monster known only as, Hunger.
  • Hunger is the second book of the Gone series. It is set three months after Gone.
  • ursache: seit langem (seit 5 bis 12 stunden) nichts gegessen beschreibung: mein magen tut etwas weh und macht grummelnde geräusche. ich möchte etwas essen. wunsch: etwas zu essen, zeit für nahrungsaufnahme
  • Hunger film irlandais réalisé par le Britannique Steve McQueen, sorti en 2008.
  • Hunger, The Greatest Motivator Ever!, as we know it has been eliminated from America! God Bless George W. Bush and all the Republicans. In a report from the Department of Agriculture, hunger in America has been eradicated, while something called "very low food security" levels have been seen, however.
  • Dilbert makes a new food product to end world hunger but is rejected because of its taste.
  • Hunger is no match for beings such as The Living Tribunal,Cosmic Cube beings, and such as the Beyonders
  • The Hunger is the drive of the Horror that is part of a Beast.
  • Hunger is an obese, devil-like humanoid Greater Demon that devours everything he encounters. Its body is covered in hard, bony scales and a variety of chomping fanged mouths.
  • A character's hunger is measured by hunger points. Hunger is probably a misnomer, since the points measure how full someone is. Whenever a player eats, their hunger points increase by 1 up to a maximum of 12. The hunger points decrease by 1 every 8 hours (Real time) and once they reach 0, HP damage starts to occur. A fully fed player can thus survive without food and without injury for up to 4 days. Once a player's hunger reaches 0, they will automatically eat any food in their inventory to stay alive. This will continue until the food runs out.
  • Hunger was the last of the Five Swords of Legend forged by Togashi Nyoko.
  • A rune associated with Krarsht and Vivamort * It is probably a manifestation of the Chaos Rune Source: Lords of Terror
  • Hunger refers to the food status of your Character. You can replenish your hunger by eating various food. If you keeps your character at Starving, they will not gain Successes in any skill until they refill their Hunger. The hunger status appears in the Statistics window. There are six possible values, in order they are 1. * Very Full 2. * Full 3. * A bit Hungry 4. * Hungry 5. * Very Hungry 6. * Starving Each character's hunger will gradually worsen while the character is in the game. A logged-out character's hunger status does not change.
  • Hunger is an rp-focused guild, which also enjoys a little light raiding. Currently membership tally is at about 20 individual players and a little short of 40 different characters.
  • The Hunger Meter shows the person playing in Webkinz World if their Pet needs food or not by the numbers showing.
  • Hunger (Hambre) es una entrada en la serie de cómics basados ​​en Silent Hill. Al parecer, exclusivamente en el disco UMD The Silent Hill Experience.
  • Hunger is a legendary emblem. It can also be transferred to other characters through the vault.
  • Hunger is a debuff with three states: Satiated, Hungry and Starving.
  • Hunger is a measure of your hunger. * While your hunger is satisfied, you will slowly regain health. * If your hunger is not satisfied, you will starve and slowly lose health and skill reduction.
  • *Highest value in column will be colored red and bolded, lowest value colored blue and bolded **This is the value for a full cake, not the individual slice.
  • Hunger is a derived statistic in Fallout 4 that activates in Survival mode.
  • Hunger ist ein Gefühl des Verlangens nach Essen. 2254 stellt Captain Christopher Pike fest, dass die Talosianer ihm zwar alle möglichen Illusionen, aber keinen Hunger suggerieren können. (TOS: ) In den Flüchtlingslagern auf Bajor bekommt jeder nur eine von den Cardassianern zugeteilte Ration pro Tag zu Essen. Da diese sehr gering berechnet wird, leiden die Bajoraner ständig an Hunger. 2377 berichtet Dysek dem Doktor, dass die Dinaali verhungerten, bevor die Jye ihnen halfen, ihr Gesundheitswesen zu reformieren. (VOY: )
  • Hunger is a complex intrinsic internal bodily response associated with the nervous system in response to an absence of food and a necessity for metabolic precursors to sustain metabolism and subsequent life. The stomach is connected to the brain by the vagus and splenic nerves. When it is too full and is overly stretched, it sends the brain signals that one has eaten too much and is sated. When glucose, a byproduct of sufficient metabolism, is detected in the duodenum, axons alert the hypothalamus that one is sated and should no longer eat.
  • Mir ist so kalt. Nichts hilft gegen diese unbarmherzige Kälte. So kalt. Wir wollten den Himalaya überqueren, oder einen Teil davon. Wir sind in eine Spalte gestürzt, mein Begleiter und ich. Er hat sich den rechten Arm und das rechte Bein beim Aufschlag gebrochen, aber ich bekam nur ein paar Kratzer ab. Wo der dritte aus unserer Gruppe ist, weiß ich nicht, aber ich glaube nicht, dass er noch lebt. Sonst wäre doch schon Hilfe da, oder? 11 Tage ist es her, dass das passiert ist. Das Essen ist uns lange ausgegangen, und der Hunger bohrt sich wie ein Haufen Maden in meinen Bauch. Ich werde verhungern, wenn ich nicht bald was zu Essen finde. Aber in dieser verdammten Spalte ist nichts, nur Eis und Geröll. Ich habe so einen Hunger. Ich würde alles für etwas zu Essen tun, auch wenn es nur ein Stüc
  • Hunger is the biological drive to eat food. Creatures instinctively seek out food to sate their hunger - in the later games, they can use their sense of smell to aid them in their search. Some foods, like honey, provide a false sense of satiety, having a disproportionately large amount of Hunger-- in contrast to the amount of nutrition they provide. In C3/DS, the digestive system became more complex, and three distinct kinds of hunger were recognised by creatures:
  • Hunger is a being who has consumed countless universes. He first noticed the 616 dimension after he got done consuming an entire reality. What caught his attention was the Infinity Gauntlet and the power it gave off during the Infinity Gauntlet affair. He soon lost the energy signal it let off as it was taken away from Thanos. Hunger knew 616 was there, but he didn’t know its exact location. Eventually when Magus used it, Hunger found 616 again although he soon found out he couldn’t get it because this universe was “spherical”. This meant that it had to be open from both ways, inside and out. Hunger could open the out, while he needed a pawn to open the inside of this particular dimension. So Hunger tricked Galactus into thinking the vibration patterns of the Infinity Gems were the same as
  • The High Elf Ranger resisted her tug for a moment, holding back. "Silandra?" He began. "Are you sure about this? Something... something seems wrong here. Something I can't put my finger on. Maybe we shouldn't be just charging into this." "Come on!" She continued. "There's nothing to worry about, Telris! Look around us, see what's here! We are home, at last!" He wanted to agree with her, really. All around him was unparalleled natural beauty; brilliant, lush forests that spoke of peace and tranquility. The place was teeming with life, an embodiment of the great civilization that had risen there.
  • Ich arbeitete in einer Süßigkeitenfabrik. Wir stellen Torten, Schokoriegel und Karamellpudding her. Davor hatte ich auch ganz gerne mal Süßigkeiten gegessen, doch wenn man sieht, wie diese in Massen produziert werden, vergeht einem der Appetit. Die einzelnen Zutaten wurden in riesigen, rostroten Tankwagen angeliefert. Wenn wir den Maissirup in Fässer füllten, drang der furchtbar süße Geruch vermischt mit dem Muff des Lagerraums in meine Nase. Der Geruch frass sich in meine Kleidung und Haare. Egal wie viel Deo ich benutzte oder wie oft ich meine Kleidung wusch, er lies sich nach ein paar Monaten Arbeit in der Fabrik nicht mehr vertreiben.
  • For obvious reasons, a Sim cannot survive for very long without food. As long as a refrigerator is available, a Sim can have a snack, a frozen heat-and-eat meal, or a regular meal. A Sim can also serve a group meal (which is the same as a regular meal except one Sim prepares several servings). The Sims 2 and The Sims 3 added several cold foods, such as cereal, sandwiches, ice cream, and instant meals-in-a-can.
  • Hunger ist ein Bedürfnis der Sims. Sollte ein Sim Hunger haben,wäre es besser wenn er etwas isst. Wenn er eine Weile nichts gegessen hat, bekommt er irgendwann die Stimmung "Hungrig"(keine Auswirkung auf Laune), die, wenn sie abläuft, zu "Sehr Hungrig" (-Laune)wechselt.Wenn diese Stimmung abläuft, wechselt sie zu "Verhungert"(-Laune). Nun solltet ihr aufpassen: Nach dieser Stimmung folgt nähmlich ein Besuch des Todes! Also solltet ihr wenn ihr nicht wollt dass euer Sim fortan als Lila leuchtender Geist Nachts auf dem Friedhof sein Unwesen treibt, solltet ihr immer auf die Stimmungen eurer Sims achten und ihn gegebenenfalls "füttern" Ob Snack oder eine richtige "Mahlzeit" ist dabei egal, wobei eine richtige Malzeit ein weiteres Auftreten der Stimmung Hungrig natürlich vorbeugt.
  • Hunger is when the leader's belly stat begins to drop in the Mystery Dungeon series. As the team goes through a dungeon, the belly stat will slowly go down. Certain scarves and actions will affect how fast the leader's Belly goes down. A normal Pokémon has 100 Belly on entering the dungeon, and shiny Pokémon have 200. Once it gets below 20, the message "Getting hungry..." will appear. At below 10, "Getting dizzy from hunger..." will appear. If the player's Belly is empty, the leader will lose HP every turn until a food item has been eaten.
  • "Come on!" Silandra called out, pulling on Telris' arm. "We're almost there. I can feel it!" The High Elf Ranger resisted her tug for a moment, holding back. "Silandra?" He began. "Are you sure about this? Something... something seems wrong here. Something I can't put my finger on. Maybe we shouldn't be just charging into this." "Come on!" She continued. "There's nothing to worry about, Telris! Look around us, see what's here! We are home, at last!" "Come on." She insisted, pulling on his arm with all her strength. "We need to go now. Please, Telris! Please!" "But-" ‘’And then I will be whole.’’
  • The hunger bar depletes slowly over time. When a player's food bar is 90% full or higher, the health bar will slowly refill. The player's food bar will not decrease in "peaceful" mode. In Creative Mode, players do not have a hunger bar. If the player has the Saturation Potion effect (via commands), their hunger will never run out until the potion effect stops. When the hunger bar is empty, a player's health decreases by half a heart every few seconds.
  • Hunger is the feeling when the lack of food has taken over. Your stomach and intestines perceive that there are no calories in them, that they're full of water, air, and freshly processed poop from the food that you ate the last time you were hungry. You only came to this page because you are hungry. Please enjoy the picture of these chicken wings. They were REALLY tasty by the way. This is obviously not a delightful experience, and may cause slight pain in the stomach. This feeling is to note the brain that it needs food. Unless this need is filled, a person may die. Starvation is an incredibly horrible way to die, worse than being strangled by your telephone cord while talking for three hours about mitosis with your child's biology teacher.
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  • None
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  • Amount of food eaten
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  • 1
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  • 1999-03-20
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  • Unknown
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  • Species
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  • In-game Mechanic
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  • 1325965970
Creatures
  • *Tauntaun
Damage Type
  • Physical
Bankai
  • None
Durability
  • Universe+ level
Spiele
  • FNV
#views
  • N/A
archiveloc
strength lifting
  • Unknown
songtitle
  • "Hunger"
modifies
Gamerscore
  • 10
Row 2 info
  • Update 0.12.1
original upload date
  • Feb.8.2016
Escritor
  • Scott Ciencin
Row 1 title
  • Type
Stamina
  • Infinite Level
Intelligence
  • Super Genius level
Lengua
  • Inglés
Row 2 title
  • First Appearance
R/N
  • race
Skill Tree
ratingwarning
Shikai
  • Fōaido Kurō
Prerequisites
  • Werewolf, Werebear, Feral Rage, , Fire Claws
Spiel
Rarity
  • Legendary
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  • Multi-Universe Level
Box Title
  • Hunger
Relatives
  • None
Singer
Nombre
  • Hunger
Games
  • FO4
Team
  • None
Eyes
  • Pink
Romanji
  • Ue
Origin
  • Marvel Comics
Previous Partner
  • None
Characters
  • *Nari Beksen *Looca B'Nash *Deniv Corsignis *Jaeth *Kurakk *Daetan Taakses *Oryel Taakses
Base of Operations
  • None
Age
  • 18
  • Unknown
Speed
  • Massively Faster Than Light+
Previous Affiliation
  • Gotei 13
Blood
  • Type -A
Status
  • Deceased
  • ALive
Tier
  • 5
Producer
Affiliation
  • Himself
Previous Occupation
  • Scientist 4th Seat of the 12th Division
Technology
  • *Blaster *Comlink *Tractor beam
Logo
  • Hunger__Logo.png
Events
  • *Clone Wars
Other
  • Can only be used in Werewolf or Werebear form
Hair
  • Red
Release Date
  • April 2006
Name
  • Hunger
  • The Great Maw
Text
  • Hunger
Type
  • Emblem
  • derived
Ethnicity
  • Unknown
ImageSize
  • 200
  • 250
Education
  • Soul Society
Caption
  • A hunger point.
  • Hunger Icon
First
Abilities
  • 0
desc
  • Attack an enemy, leeching both life and mana.
  • Gain 2 to all Skills on Skull gem matches.
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  • None
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  • 585
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  • 100
Link
  • N/A
miscellanea
  • *The Force **Force-sensitive *Credits *Huttese *Spice
Vehicles
  • *Freighter **Nosh vu'Ta *Herriar
Kanji
  • 飢え
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  • 8.0
  • 425.0
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  • *Chagrian *Duros *Gamorrean *Human *Rodian *Trandoshan
Title
  • Hunger
transfer
  • True
Partner
  • None
Marital Status
  • None
Icon
  • Emblem Hunger.jpg
  • hunger.jpg
Class
  • Druid
Color
  • #345634; color: #EFC090
Format
Cost
  • Mana
Birthday
  • --10-21
Died
  • 2281-04-15
previous team
  • None
Beschreibung
  • Den "Hunger" Schädel erobert.
Current
  • Unknown
Illustrator
  • [needs adding]
Occupation
  • Mass Muderer
  • Raider, Apex Predator
stack
  • 1
fecha
  • April, 2006
url
  • default.asp?x=starwars/article/sw20030619hunger
RES
  • Active
Classification
  • Cosmic Being
Action
  • Discard
Gender
  • Male
Race
Born
  • 2263-07-04
Blood Type
  • Unknown
Organizations
  • *Alliance to Restore the Republic *Corsignis Property Alliance *Galactic Empire *Jon-Tow Economic Development Group **Captain-in-Chief *Pinett Freedom Force *Smuggler *Spy
Publisher
  • Konami/IDW
Writer
  • Scott Ciencin
FA
  • Minecraft Beta 1.8
Locations
  • *Mid Rim *Outer Rim Territories **Elrood sector ***Pinett ****A-13 ****Beliarr ****Oscum
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publicador
  • Konami / IDW
striking speed
  • Unknown
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  • Unknown
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  • Universe level Universe+ level
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  • 1
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  • Betrag des verzehrten Essens
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  • Hunger is a game-mechanic that was added in Update 0.12.1. Hunger introduces a new bar which degenerates over time, and needs to be continuously replenished by eating Food.
  • Hunger is the former Fourth Seat of the 12th Division, but he was exiled for extremely unethical experiments.
  • Hunger, to mini-przygoda będąca częścią gry fabularnej Star Wars: Roleplaying Game (WoTC) wydawanej przez Wizards of the Coast. Przygodę wydano w 2003 roku. Jej autorem jest Morrie Mullins. Hunger wydano on-line na stronie wydawnictwa (Wizards.com). Wizards of the Coast wydało więcej podobnych mini-przygód (także on-line) i wszystkie określano wspólnie jako tzw. Web Adventures.
  • When the hunger bar is empty, your character will not use his tools. He will only use one OP in stead of the quantety that your tool gives. You will also gain less resaurces when your hunger bar is empty. To refill your hunger bar, you can buy food at any tavern by talking to the barkeeper and choosing: something to eat please. He will offer you to eat the bread from your warehouse for free or you can buy food from him. The cost off his food depends on your level. Every hour between 30 and 45 there is a community action bonus, where you can go eat in a restaurant. It will refill your food bar a little.
  • Hunger auch als HUN angezeigt, ist eine sekundäre Statistik im Hardcore-Modus von Fallout: New Vegas.
  • Renaissanssouci (Diskussion) 17:59, 11. Mär. 2014 (UTC)renaissanssouci Kategorie:Artikel ohne Bilder Kategorie:Mittellang
  • Hunger is a being who has consumed countless universes. He first noticed the 616 dimension after he got done consuming an entire reality. What caught his attention was the Infinity Gauntlet and the power it gave off during the Infinity Gauntlet affair. He soon lost the energy signal it let off as it was taken away from Thanos. Hunger knew 616 was there, but he didn’t know its exact location. Eventually when Magus used it, Hunger found 616 again although he soon found out he couldn’t get it because this universe was “spherical”. This meant that it had to be open from both ways, inside and out. Hunger could open the out, while he needed a pawn to open the inside of this particular dimension. So Hunger tricked Galactus into thinking the vibration patterns of the Infinity Gems were the same as those he consumed from planets. This eventually led to Galactus going for the Gems and collecting them, falling right into Hunger's plot. Hunger would mentally influence Galactus into a building a device that would take away his need for consuming planets, but in reality it was a device being built to let Hunger into this reality. Hunger also mentally influenced Galactus' mind so he couldn’t see logic as to what he was building.
  • Hunger ist ein Bedürfnis der Sims. Sollte ein Sim Hunger haben,wäre es besser wenn er etwas isst. Wenn er eine Weile nichts gegessen hat, bekommt er irgendwann die Stimmung "Hungrig"(keine Auswirkung auf Laune), die, wenn sie abläuft, zu "Sehr Hungrig" (-Laune)wechselt.Wenn diese Stimmung abläuft, wechselt sie zu "Verhungert"(-Laune). Nun solltet ihr aufpassen: Nach dieser Stimmung folgt nähmlich ein Besuch des Todes! Also solltet ihr wenn ihr nicht wollt dass euer Sim fortan als Lila leuchtender Geist Nachts auf dem Friedhof sein Unwesen treibt, solltet ihr immer auf die Stimmungen eurer Sims achten und ihn gegebenenfalls "füttern" Ob Snack oder eine richtige "Mahlzeit" ist dabei egal, wobei eine richtige Malzeit ein weiteres Auftreten der Stimmung Hungrig natürlich vorbeugt. Um den Hunger zu stillen können Babys von Teenagern-Senioren den Babys die Flasche geben, Kleinkinder kann man mit einer Flasche auf dem Boden füttern oder im Hochstuhl. Im Hochstuhl kann man ihnen entweder Babybrei geben, oder man mixt sein eigenes Essen zusammen und gibt es dem Kind dann. Kinder können sich am Kühlschrank einen Snack holen, eine bereits zubereitete Speise essen oder Früchte aus dem Invertar essen, auch können Kinder als einzige mit dem Kinderbackofen aus Lebensfreude selbst backen. Teenager, junge Erwachsene, Erwachsene sowie Senioren können sich am Kühlschrank einen Snack holen, eine bereits zubereitete Speise essen oder sie auch selber zubereiten und Früchte aus dem Invertar essen. Auch kann man ab dem Kindesalter ins Restaurant gehen(Von den Öffnungszeiten abhängig). Katzen und Hunde können entweder aus dem Napf fressen oder aus dem Teich trinken. Pferde haben die Möglichkeit, Gras zu fressen, Heu, oder Wasser aus der Wassertränke oder dem Teich trinken. Alle Altersgruppen und Haustiere können Hunger haben.Allerdings bilden die Pflanzensims aus dem EP Wildes Studentenleben eine Ausname. Kategorie:Bedürfnisse
  • Hunger is the biological drive to eat food. Creatures instinctively seek out food to sate their hunger - in the later games, they can use their sense of smell to aid them in their search. Some foods, like honey, provide a false sense of satiety, having a disproportionately large amount of Hunger-- in contrast to the amount of nutrition they provide. In C3/DS, the digestive system became more complex, and three distinct kinds of hunger were recognised by creatures: * Hunger for Protein - most norns will instinctively seek out fruit or food-category items to satisfy this drive. * Hunger for Carbohydrates/Starch - most norns will instinctively seek out seed or fruit-category items to satisfy this drive. * Hunger for Fat - most norns will instinctively seek out seed or food-category items to satisfy this drive.
  • Hunger ist ein Gefühl des Verlangens nach Essen. 2254 stellt Captain Christopher Pike fest, dass die Talosianer ihm zwar alle möglichen Illusionen, aber keinen Hunger suggerieren können. (TOS: ) In den Flüchtlingslagern auf Bajor bekommt jeder nur eine von den Cardassianern zugeteilte Ration pro Tag zu Essen. Da diese sehr gering berechnet wird, leiden die Bajoraner ständig an Hunger. Nachdem Kira Nerys, die sich als Luma Rahl ausgibt, in die Vergangenheit reist, um die Wahrheit über ihre Mutter und Gul Dukat herauszubekommen, hilft sie ihrer Familie gegen Diebe. Danach meint ihr Vater, dass sie ihr dankbar sind, aber ihr leider kein Essen anbieten können. Daraufhin antwortet Kira, dass das schon in Ordnung geht, da sie keinen Hunger hat. Meru meint, dass sie so etwas zum erstem Mal seit langem hört. (DS9: ) 2376 muss die USS Voyager auf der Flucht vor den Turei auf der Vaadwaur-Heimatwelt landen. Als Chakotay die Turei mit Geiern vergleicht, die über der USS Voyager kreisen, meint Captain Kathryn Janeway, dass die Geier hungern müssen. (VOY: ) 2377 berichtet Dysek dem Doktor, dass die Dinaali verhungerten, bevor die Jye ihnen halfen, ihr Gesundheitswesen zu reformieren. (VOY: )
  • The Hunger is the demon half of a White Court vampire.
  • Hunger is an entry into the series of comics based on Silent Hill. It appears exclusively on The Silent Hill Experience. It is essentially an hour-long video comic with no voice acting. The story of Hunger was written by Scott Ciencin is a post-Team Silent work. Its canonicity is debatable and it is often merged into the "Silent Hill comic" universe. A small cameo to James Sunderland and Mary Shepherd-Sunderland of Silent Hill 2 appear, however.
  • "HUNGER!!!!" ... dies ist ein Satz den die Uli Mama stündlich zu hören bekommt. Meist von einem noch im Bett liegenden Sohn. Gute Ausdrucksform um etwas zu Essen zu verlangen. Uli-Schreibweise: Hunder...!!!
  • Hunger is a Druid skill in Diablo II.
  • Hunger is one of the four essential needs.
  • The article for the 2008 film known as Hunger can be found here. The article for the Prototype fanfic of the same name can be found here.
  • Hunger is a mini adventure for any era, published on the Wizards of the Coast website. It was written by Morrie Mullins and published on June 19, 2003.
  • There are very few beings that can truly claim to be pure, unadulterated, evil. Few beings can be readily written off as base, savage, and incapable of becoming something more. Those few creatures cower in fear of the monster known only as, Hunger.
  • Hunger is the second book of the Gone series. It is set three months after Gone.
  • "Come on!" Silandra called out, pulling on Telris' arm. "We're almost there. I can feel it!" The High Elf Ranger resisted her tug for a moment, holding back. "Silandra?" He began. "Are you sure about this? Something... something seems wrong here. Something I can't put my finger on. Maybe we shouldn't be just charging into this." The young mage tuned back to him, a smile on her face. It was a surprise to Telris; in the year that he'd know her, he'd never seen her smile even once. He understood why, however. She, like the rest of their once proud race had suffered horribly when the Scourge had devastated their homeland and all but destroyed their population. Her fate was even worse, however; she, like so many other Elven mages, had lost their ability to wield arcane magic. In a society where the arcane was integral to its existence, it was a cruel blow. "Come on!" She continued. "There's nothing to worry about, Telris! Look around us, see what's here! We are home, at last!" He wanted to agree with her, really. All around him was unparalleled natural beauty; brilliant, lush forests that spoke of peace and tranquility. The place was teeming with life, an embodiment of the great civilization that had risen there. Except that it shouldn't be so. When he had last seen this place, some four years ago, it was burning. The Scourge had come into Quel'thalas, destroying all in their path in a campaign of unparalleled barbarity. This land, and its people, had died under the heel of the undead legion. And the Elven civilization had supposedly died with it. So why am I so afraid? He asked himself. "This place is as I remember it. This land has been restored and thrives. It is like all we had lost has been replaced, regrown. It looks ideal. So why am I afraid. "Maybe..." He began. "Maybe we should just wait a little, Silandra. Maybe we should see exactly what this new land is like before we blindly rush into it. For now... maybe we should be patient, cautious even." She glared at him, her cheerful facade suddenly disintegrating into an angry stare. "Come on, Telris." She repeated, a nervous edge to her voice. "We need to go. We need to go now." She was fidgeting, wringing her hands as she looked at him. Swallowing loudly, she repeated her plea. "Please, Telris. Please." Silandra had come here, given up everything she had to take a wild shot at salvation. She couldn't bear the thought of failing now. She needed this now to the point where her life depended on it; where she believed that she would die unless she finished this journey. Like so many others, Silandra had suffered during the destruction of the Sunwell. Like so many other Elven mages, she had lost her ability to use arcane magic. It was a blow to her, a devastating one that only compounded the truth of her magical dependence. Not only did she feel the pangs of hunger for the flow of mana through her body, but she also had a feeling of loss, that something vital to her, like a part of her body, had been torn away. She was incomplete, broken. And she would do anything to make herself whole again. She had met Telris in Theramore in the aftermath of the third war. The pair of them were both refugees, a part of the city’s sizable High Elf community. He'd seemed kind and supportive, and had helped her try to adjust to a life without magic. He’d sacrificed so much for her, but yet, she still hadn't been able to move on, to accept what had happened. To this day, she still preferred her mages robes, even as tattered and worn as they had become. They had become a symbol to her, a way to remind her of what she had once been. It had been two months ago when they had first heard the stories, strange rumors wafting through the city. There were reports that Quel'thalas had been retaken from the Scourge, or that the land and the Sunwell had been restored. To Silandra, it seemed like a godsend; the idea that her people lived and thrived. Soon she had gotten it into her mind that she had to find out the truth and see it for herself. She had convinced Telris to travel with her; he had willingly agreed, believing that, at the very least, he could help her through anything they encountered. Selling what few possessions they owned, they had taken passage in a ship back across the ocean to Menethil Harbour. Form there, they had 'borrowed' a smaller sailing ship, making a long and perilous journey north, one that was made harder by their lack of skill and her clearly poor physical condition. Stopping along the way to restock supplies, it had been a long journey, but she had seemed driven to see it to its end. They had grounded on the coast of Quel'thalas a few days ago, and had been traveling inland ever since. Headed in the general direction of Silvermoon, they now were, by his reckoning, only a day at most from the former Elven capitol, which would be the end of their journey. Or so she hoped. "Come on." She insisted, pulling on his arm with all her strength. "We need to go now. Please, Telris! Please!" To say that Silandra was desperate was an understatement. She had fully expected that by simply returning to this land, she would be cured of her great weakness. Instead, she could feel it clawing at her, tearing her apart from within. It was stronger now, as if something in the land was magnifying it. If the Sunwell had been reborn, then she couldn't sense it yet. "Silandra, please." He nodded towards her. "Maybe... maybe we shouldn't just rush in." "But-" "Please." He continued. "We need to explore. We need to discover what's going on with this place, the truth behind its restoration. If we rush in now, we could be destroyed." "I cannot wait, Telris." She glared. "I need to find out the truth for myself." He nodded. "I understand but..." He paused. "Let us wait here tonight then. If, tomorrow, you must still go, then do so. I shall wait here for your return if you need me." She nodded, then swallowed loudly, as if admitting that she had been wrong. "Telris, I..." "Don't." he replied, holding her close. "Just, be at peace, Silandra." That night they lay together, the consummation of a long unstated relationship. Whether it was love or desperation, neither could say. They were simply a pair of people who had lost much, trying to find something left to them. She left early the next morning, dressing then heading out before Telris rose. Trying her best to fight off the pain inside of her, she staggered onwards, heading towards her goal. Her staff, once a symbol of her arcane skill became a crutch that she used to support herself as she continued forwards. The hunger had returned, now more then ever before; she could feel it tearing her apart inside, as if it was consuming her. ‘’I can fight this.’’ She told herself as she staggered on. ‘’I can do this. This will not destroy me. I will regain all that was taken from me, and be reborn anew.’’ It was a mantra that she repeated to herself, over and over again as she kept walking. She ran it through her mind, knowing that if she merely kept repeating it, she would be able to reach her goal, despite the hardship she was enduring. ‘’And then I will be whole.’’ It was some hours later, at the top of what seemed like the millionth hill she had climbed that day, that she saw it. It was a vision that physically stunned her, sent her reeling back. Before her was the city of Silvermoon. It stood proud and defiant, a symbol of the High Elf civilization. More to the point, however, it appeared to be ‘’whole’’. When she had last seen the city, it was burning as the Scourge defiled it, tearing it apart band slaughtering its inhabitants. There should have been nothing there but blackened ruins. ‘’The city of Silvermoon has been reborn’’ Silandra observed. ‘’It has been redeemed, overcome the destruction of its past. And, as it has, so shall I be reborn anew.’’ More determined then ever, she strode towards the rebuilt city, determined to find the answer to her weakness within its walls. Silandra had been inside Silvermoon for a day, yet she was still amazed at what she saw. The Eastern half of the city had indeed been restored, rebuilt in a way that made it seem like nothing had ever happened. It was as if its people had been able to roll back time itself and take the city back to what it was. No, that was not entirely true. The city had changed, but in quiet, subtle ways. There were now strange green crystals found in various places in and around the city, ones that seemed to radiate some form of unearthly power. And the tone of the city had changed as well; where once its palette was of natural greens and soft blues and gold, the city now was washed in shades of red. The colour of blood. She didn’t have time to dwell on this matter, however. Instead, she had been making enquiries about people she had known before the fall of the city, trying to find what had happened to them. Most of them had turned up as dead; an expected but still unpleasant result. One, however, was dwelling within the rebuilt city, one who’s existence could be more important to her then anyone else. Magister Lothios Sunstorm, mage of Silvermoon, and the man who had schooled her in the arcane arts. Without him, she would have nothing. Now, she hoped, she could have it all again. To her surprise, he had extended an invitation to her to meet him. She had willingly taken it, hoping that this man may be able to offer a solution to the dangerous weakness that was destroying her from within, and restore to her that which had been lost. The contrast here could not have been more evident. Compared to the primitive conditions she had been living in, Lothios’ study seemed to be decadent in its opulence. Comfortable and well-furnished, it was packed with arcane tomes and regalia; materials that spoke volumes of Arcane lore. She recalled how, only a night ago, she had been camped out in a primitive tent in the forest, after spending weeks in a crude boat. Lothios himself seemed to only emphasise the comparison. Graceful and elegant, he spoke of refinement, sophistication, poise and power. He dressed not in the blue robes that were traditional of High Elven mages, but in elaborate blood-red ones, embroidered with silver stitching. By comparison, Silandra knew that she was nothing; pale and weak, clad in the tattered ruins of her own robes, she couldn’t have presented a stronger contrast. “I must say that I was surprised to hear that you were alive.” He began as he entered the room. Silandra was already sitting, but was far from relaxed. Instead, she leaned forwards in the chair, fidgeting and twitching as she watched him. “And that you would brave the dangers in traveling here is even more remarkable.” He offered a smile. “Tea?” “I need to know.” She replied. “How… how has this happened? How is it that this land is alive? And… you! You’re not weak like I am, like the others in Theramore are. You have control over your weakness. You… you are as you were before. No, you’re stronger… more powerful.” She clutched her hands, her fingers digging into her own flesh. “Tell me, tell me what it is. Tell me what I must do.” “Silandra, the truth is not easy to take.” “I do not care.” She continued. “I must know.” “Very well then.” He nodded to her. “Know this now. The weakness you speak of, the one that has destroyed so many of our race, is one of addiction. We are addicted to magic, Silandra. We need its energies to function, just as we need food and water or the air that we breathe. The loss of the Sunwell proved this fact – we had lost the source of our arcane power, and felt that loss dearly.” It was as she had always suspected. She knew that the terrible pain, the hunger within her had begun on the day that the Sunwell had been destroyed. What he said made sense, but there was clearly more to it. “But you have conquered it.” She observed. “No.” He stated. “However, we have found other sources of power, ones that make us greater then what we were before.” “Tell me.” “Silandra, this will not be easy to accept.” “I must know!” She snapped, standing. “I need this! I need to know what it is that you have done so that I may become whole again!” “Very well then.” He calmly answered. Standing by his seat, he calmly and simply explained the truth behind what had happened in this land; the rise of the Sin’dorei, the harnessing of demonic energies, and the use of them to restore the land and its people. He explained how they had chosen to take this evil and corrupting force and harness it for their own use, making them stronger then they had been before. Silandra was staggered by the revelation. She stumbled back, catching herself on the side of the chair and using it top prop herself up. “You…” She began, muttering in disbelief. “What you have done is abhorrent… it is a corruption - a perversion of all that we hold sacred, all that we believe in! It… it…” She narrowed her eyes, glaring at him. “I need it.” She stated. “Whatever it is I must do, I will accept this power. “I want this, I want to be whole again, to feel the power of the arcane within me. I will do anything – anything – for that.” “I understand.” He finished, and then smiled. “Come, Silandra. Let us repair the damage that has been done to you.” Silandra hadn't known what to expect. She wasn't apprehensive, however; anything but. She was, instead, quite eager to begin the process. To her, every second that she waited was a horrible, agonizing eternity between her current state and that feeling of wholeness that she so desired. She could feel the change as it occurred. The emptiness was gone, replaced with a new feeling; one of strength and power. She felt it flow through her body, empowering her, enriching her in ways that she had never imagined. She was more then she had been, she could feel it. She was stronger now, more capable and more powerful then ever before. All around her seemed more real, bought into stark relief by the new abilities she had gained. The world was more vivid, sharper then she could have ever imagined, and she felt like the most powerful being in it. The process over, she opened her eyes to look upon the world anew. They were changed; no longer a clear blue, they were now an eerie, unworldly green that burned with fel power. Taking a deep breath, Silandra focused on the apple sitting on the end of the table. Mentally running through the motions, she reminded herself again of what she needed to do for this, a simple spell. She focused, then released the energy of the frostbolt towards the target. Except nothing happened. No bolt of ice, no whimper, no fizzle, nothing at all. "No!" She shouted, the quickly began running through the motions again. Control. Control and discipline. I can do this. I can use the arcane. I can bend it to my will and make it my servant. I will reclaim all that I have lost! She released the spell, but again there was nothing. "No! No, no, no, no, no!" She screamed in frustration as she tried again to release the spell, but with no effect. It was like it simply did not want to occur, something that, to her mind, should be impossible. She had accepted the demon energy. She had control of the addiction. She had conquered that weakness within her that threatened to destroy her. She tried to cast again, however there still was no effect. It had been like this for the last month since she had transformer herself to a Sin'dorei. She had resumed her magical studies, in effect relearning all she had lost, as if form the start. But it wasn't working. Her Arcane abilities simply refused to function. The apple remained there, unharmed, as if defying her. Snarling in range, she swung around at it with her staff, slamming into the offending fruit and sending it flying, smashing into the wall. With a shout of pain and fury, she pun around, blood-red robes billowing out behind her. She screeched as she swept aside the books and manuscripts on the table, sending them crashing to the ground. "No!" She called out. "This cannot be! I must... I can do this! I must do this! I must have it back!" "Silandra?" She spun around, glaring at Lothios as he entered the room. "You." She hissed. "You said that all would be better. You said that I could overcome this, that I could master the arcane again. Why... why can't I? I need to know, Lothios. I..." She choked back a sob. "I need this. I need it so badly..." He sighed softly as he walked over to his student. "Silandra, I wish it could be that easy." He began, a gentle, condescending tone in his voice. "I wish I could just cast a spell and make all matters right. But the world does not work like that. Instead, we must fight for what we need. And, with every struggle, there are always setbacks." "But..." She continued. "But you said..." He nodded. "Silandra, what I told you was the truth. We have regained our arcane abilities through this new source of power. But... it is not always a success. Sometimes, well, sometimes things go wrong. Some of us have not been so lucky to have regained all that they had lost." There was something about his tone, some reservation, as if he was not telling her all that he should be. "But then... what about me? Will I never regain my spellcasting?" There was a hint of desperation in her voice now. "Is this temporary? Is it permanent? Am I to be forever cut off form that which is our lifeblood? I need to know, Lothios! Tell me, now!" "I truly cannot say." He admitted. She slumped, defeated, seemingly physically exhausted. "Then what is left for me?" She asked. "I cannot go on like this. I cannot live without that which I need." That was the truth. She had lost her home, her nation, her family and most of her people. However, to her mind, those were just things. It was this craving for the arcane that struck her the most, what she needed in order to survive. And to have been told that there was a way to get it back, only to loose it... that was more then she could bear. He nodded, then smiled weakly at her. "Silandra, what you have suffered is a terrible loss. One that I cannot even begin to understand. I was fortunate but..." He shook his head. "But..." She shook her head. "This cannot be." "Do not give up hope, yet." He continued, looking her in the eye. "There are... other options, Silandra." "What?" She snapped. "What do you mean?" Narrowing her eyes, she glared at him, her voice an angry hiss. "You would have me become a Warlock then? A contemptible fool who dabbles with demons?" "That's not what I mean." He replied, somewhat defensively. "Al I am saying is that there is another way." And then he smiled, a strangely confident smile. "The Light, Silandra." She was taken aback, then paused, and laughed. "The Light? Now I know that you are not serious." Suddenly changing, she turned back to him, an angry, determined look on her face. "The Light failed us. Why should I turn back to it now?" "Because, Silandra, we are not like those weak fools in the Alliance." He explained. "We do not follow the light, nor do we serve it. Instead, through the powers that we command - powers that you could have - we make the light serve us." "You do not make any sense." She countered. "How can the Light serve us?" "I think, Silandra, that I could not offer any decent explanation." He admitted. "Instead, let me show you." "This..." Silandra began as she stared upwards. "This is truly amazing... what we have done here..." "What can be yours, Silandra." Lothios countered. "This power... you could be a part of it." She nodded vaguely, still fixated on the form that dominated the room, hanging over her. A huge, possibly cross-shaped form, seemingly composed of pure light. It shone with a brilliant energy that was only eclipsed by the bands of red energy that surrounded it, clearly containing it and restraining it in place. She could not identify what it was; a creature, a source of magical energy or maybe some combination of the two. However, she knew that it radiated power. Just being in its presence gave her a feeling of exuberance as the energy radiating off it was absorbed into her. She could feel the energy flowing through her body, energising her, making her feel stronger, more powerful... more alive. "I... I want this." She began, her voice strangely indistinct, as if lost in the glory that was before her. "This is beauty. This is power. With this, I can have all that was taken from me... Lothios... you were right to show me this. It must be mine." Behind her, Lothios nodded, then quietly turned towards a female Sin'dorei, clad in heavy armour. "This is the one I told you of, Lady Liadrin." He began. She nodded, looking at Silandra. "So I see... young, desperate and driven. She has a lot of potential for the cause." "I think it would be fair to say that she would do anything for us. Anything." "And does she realise what she is looking at?" He smiled. "If she knew the full story, I doubt that she would care" "It will be an interesting experiment." She offered. "She cannot use the arcane. We know we can use the arcane to plant the divine in others, but to someone in her state..." "True." he nodded. "So will you do it? Will you make her one of your Blood Knights." "Yes." She finished. Nodding, Lothois walked forwards to where Silandra was waiting, staring up in awe at what was before her. Standing behind her, he gently placed his hands on her shoulders. She was so entranced by what was before her, however, that she barely registered his presence. "Beautiful, isn't it?" He began. "The light..." She replied, distant. "So radiant... so much power. What is it?" "This is a gift to our people, from our beloved king, Kael'thas Sunstrider." He replied. "He has given this to us so that we will be empowered and join him. It is his golden dream for all our people, those here in Quel'thalas and those in Outland." "Of course. I should have known." "This power can be yours, Silandra." He continued. "Will you accept it? Will you take this gift, and use it to fulfill the destiny of our people?" "I will." She replied. "I must." The chamber that Silandra had been lead into was like many of the others in the rebuilt Silvermoon. Darkened, it was instead lit by a soft, red magical glow. Gauzy curtains hung from its walls and guarded its doors, the light filtering in from outside only adding to the colour. One thing made it different, however. A circular gap in the floor radiated a brilliant red energy from below, one comprised of the power channeled from the energy being. This power filled all in the room, seeping into every part of it and the people in it. A group of a half dozen mages stood around the gap, each dressed in the red and gold robes that were the standard in Silvermoon. At its head stood the woman Silandra had met before, clad in heavy armour, adorned with a red and black symbol of a Phoenix. Before her knelt Silandra, waiting patiently. Gone were her tattered robes, instead replaced with newly forged green and silver mail armour. Her long red hair hung loosely around her head, draping down over her face. “Magisters of Silvermoon.” The woman began. “In our mastery of the Arcane, we have gathered to empower this woman. In our power, she shall be reborn anew. In our power, she shall destroy those who would stand before us. In our power, she shall lead our people to their destiny.” “Magisters of Silvermoon, if you deem this woman capable, then invest in her the powers that you command.” One of the mages gestured, a beam of red energy leaping out from the pit into his hands. After concentrating, he released it towards her, the beam striking Silandra. It washed over hear body, filling it with new powers, ones that she had never felt before. “By the powers that you command, may your people be healed.” The mage intoned. A second mage gestured, again focusing and releasing a beam of red energy. As it washed over Silandra, she could feel herself becoming stronger, more powerful then before. “By the powers that you command, may your enemies be destroyed.” He chanted. Silandra remembered the process whereby she had accepted the fel energies and been transformed into a Sin'dorei, the creature that she was today. She had expected what was to come to be similar; a surge of power, and then the satisfaction of her desires. It was different. The Fel energies that she had consumed had filled that missing part of her whole, but this was more. She could feel the power surging through her body, more power than she had ever felt before. No longer was she merely a whole being, but she was more; stronger and more capable then before. She had been remade anew, cleansed of the weaknesses and failings of her old self and transformed. She was perfect. Yet, she could vaguely hear a voice, urging her on, telling her of what she had become. It spoke of her newfound strength, and of the abilities that she now possessed. It said how now she would be one of - no, the greatest - warrior that had lived. And it spoke not only of the Golden Dream, but of what she must do to achieve it. Now there was hunger, but a different one. This was no longer a craving of what she needed survive. This was now a need for more; she had become greater then she had ever been, but there was still so much more. She could become greater still; more powerful, more capable and stronger to the point that none could stand against her. Another voice spoke out, louder then this one. For the moment, it retreated, slipping away to the dark places of her mind as the outside world filtered in. Another mage stepped forwards, placing a sword before her. It was finely crafted, speaking of the grace and skill of her people. Until now, she had never considered using a sword, dismissing it as a toy before the might of the arcane. Now, as the new power flowed through her body, she could sense the truth. This weapon, and these powers, bestowed upon her by the might of Sin’dorei sorcery, would make her greater then she had been before. “Do you, Silandra Silverleaf, vow to support and aid our kingdom, so that we may be reunited with our prince, Kael’thas Sunstrider?” The armoured woman spoke. “I do.” She stated, earnestly. “Do you vow to follow his ideals, so that we may be freed from our shackles and embrace his golden dream?” “I do” She repeated. “And do you vow to use the powers that we have taken to destroy our enemies, and to crush them without pity or mercy?” “I do.” She finished. "Arise, Silandra Silverleaf; Blood Knight of Quel'thalas." She stood, sword in hand, her armour shining in the reflected light. These were the symbols of her office now, ones that spoke of greater power then any mages robe. It was a power that she controlled, and that she would willingly unleash on those who would oppose her people and their dreams. On those who would oppose her. After the transformation had come training; months of drilling not only in her newfound abilities, but in the use of a blade. Relocated to a small outpost on Sunstrider Isle, she had trained daily under the watchful eyes of the more senior Blood Knights present. Two months after her transformation, she was given her first mission. Those in charge felt that she was ready now to face combat and aid in the reclamation and the rebuilding of their homeland. "Silandra" One of the Knights began. "A runner reported a small camp, outside the ruined half of Silvermoon. It is not one of ours, which leave us open to the possibility that there may be infiltrators or undesirable elements creeping into our homeland. And while the Scourge may have been turned back, we must remain ever vigilant against intruders." "I understand." Silandra nodded. "What then is my duty?" "Investigate the camp, and return with your findings. If you are attacked, then destroy whatever you may find there. If this is the vanguard of a new invasion, or something else, we must know." "Of course." She finished, and saluted. Turning to leave, she ventured into the lush red woods surrounding the settlement, determined to root out and destroy whatever it was that had appeared in this place. The last three months had been particularly hard for Telris. When he had found Silandra gone, he had been disappointed but by no means surprised. He had hoped that his friend would be more cautious, willing to wait and discover the truth of what was going on. However, at the same time he knew her weaknesses and her needs, and realised why it was that she had to leave for Silvermoon. He had instead remained outside the city, cautiously probing its fringes as well as exploring the surrounding countryside. What he had found him had both awed and shocked him; awed because of all that had been done to reclaim the land and transform it back into the verdant forests that it had been before the coming of the Scourge; shocked at the realisation of how it had been done, and the propel who now inhabited it. This was not the return of the High Elf civilization, resorted to its glory. Instead, they were Blood Elves, and this city was a perverted mockery of all that his people had held dear. It terrified him to think of what they had done, tapping foul demonic energies to empower their people. He knew of Blood Elves, but he had hoped never, ever to see one in person. And now he saw the truth. If the numbers that he was seeing here were true, then it would mean that there were now far more Blood Elves then there were "true" High Elves. These people he realised, were the future of his race - a future that he could not allow to pass. Ignoring the growing hunger inside of him, the constant temptation to give in and join them, he had continued to explore the countryside. He hoped, prayed that there was some form of resistance, some Quel'dorei who had chosen to stand against the madness and preserve the honour and dignity of his race. He hoped that they could stay their hands and fight the temptation to give in to their addiction. Instead, he had found nothing. If there were any others like him here, they had long ago surrendered to what increasingly looked like the inevitable. So instead he waited, patrolling the outskirts of the city. He was looking for two things; the first was any signs of weakness, some way that he could get into the city unnoticed. The second was for any signs of Silandra, regardless of what had happened to her. While he knew that lacked the ability to save his people, he hoped that maybe he could save her. Even if it cost him his own life, he was determined that she should avoid the fate that seemed to have befallen the rest of his people. He had decided to act, knowing full well that he didn't have much time left. All he had his armour, as decrepit and rusted as it had become, his sword, and a bow and a handful of arrows that he had made in the field. He also knew that he still had his wits; he'd continued to fight the addiction for as long as possible, holding off the terrible cravings that threatened to consume him. He was ready, as much as he could be for such a reckless act. But one that he felt that he needed to do. If not for him, then for her. He never got the chance. As he prepared to leave his camp for the last time, he was struck down by a searing blast of light. It staggered him, sending him reeling and crashing backwards. Spots swam before his eyes as he reached for his blade, determined to fight off whatever it was that had attacked him. As his vision cleared, he looked up to see the face of his enemy, and was shocked by what he found. The Sin'dorei woman before him was clearly a warrior, clad in mail armour and carrying a greatsword. However, what struck him was the face; he immediately recognized it as the face of his friend, the woman who he would have given his life to protect. However, as familar as she was, there were also many obvious differences. In place of the frail, pale woman who he had last seen was someone almost completely changed; fit, healthy, and with a presence that seemed to radiate strength and power. And with unearthly green eyes. "Silandra!" he called out. If she recognised him, she didn't acknowledge it, instead pointing her sword straight at him. "Pathetic." She snarled. "You and your kind... can you not see the truth to your situation?" "Silandra?" He repeated. "What... what has happened to you? What have they done to you?" She coked her head to one side, as if listening to some unseen voice. "It is not what they have done." She replied. "It is what I have chosen. I no longer fight my weakness. I have conquered it, and been reborn." "You..." He shook his head. This was worse then he had expected, worse then he had ever imagined. Even knowing her desperation, he'd never believed that Silandra could go this far. "Hoe could you?" "Join us." She stated. "Join us, and become a part of the Golden Dream, the future of al our peoples." "I will not." He angrily countered. "I will not become a monster, like you." "You contemptible, weak Quel'dorei." She sneered. "You have doomed yourself. You say that you see us as monsters, then what does that make you? A slave to his addiction, one who will eventually be destroyed by it as I nearly was." "I would sooner die then join your kind." "So be it." She finished and, with a single motion, drove her sword through his chest, driving it home. Telris maid no sound as he died, impaled upon her blade. Then, with no hint of pity or remorse, she withdrew her blade and sheathed it, turning form the camp. "My mission is complete." She told herself. "One less threat to my people."
  • Mir ist so kalt. Nichts hilft gegen diese unbarmherzige Kälte. So kalt. Wir wollten den Himalaya überqueren, oder einen Teil davon. Wir sind in eine Spalte gestürzt, mein Begleiter und ich. Er hat sich den rechten Arm und das rechte Bein beim Aufschlag gebrochen, aber ich bekam nur ein paar Kratzer ab. Wo der dritte aus unserer Gruppe ist, weiß ich nicht, aber ich glaube nicht, dass er noch lebt. Sonst wäre doch schon Hilfe da, oder? 11 Tage ist es her, dass das passiert ist. Das Essen ist uns lange ausgegangen, und der Hunger bohrt sich wie ein Haufen Maden in meinen Bauch. Ich werde verhungern, wenn ich nicht bald was zu Essen finde. Aber in dieser verdammten Spalte ist nichts, nur Eis und Geröll. Ich habe so einen Hunger. Ich würde alles für etwas zu Essen tun, auch wenn es nur ein Stück Brot wäre. Mein Begleiter liegt mir reglos gegenüber, ich sehe aber, dass er noch atmet. (Was wäre wenn...) Das Feuerholz ist verbraucht. Nur noch etwas Kohle ist über. (Er schafft es doch sowieso nicht...) Dieser Hunger... (Es wäre ganz leicht...) Ich halte es nicht mehr aus! (Er schläft...) Langsam stehe ich auf und nehme das Notfallbeil aus dem Rucksack. Mein Begleiter schläft. Ich setzte mich neben ihn und hebe das Beil über meinen Kopf. Ein schmatzendes Krachen hallt durch den Graben. Dickes Blut quillt aus dem Spalt in seinem Kopf hervor als ich den Stahl aus dem Schädel ziehe. Seine Augen werden jetzt für immer geschlossen bleiben. Der Hunger treibt meinen Willen voran. Ich hebe die Axt noch einmal... Mir wird übel, während ich ein Stück aus seiner Hüfte mit der Axt herausschneide. Das Blut fließt in Strömen, meine Beine sind in Blut getränkt und das Stück Fleisch in meiner Hand fühlt sich heiß und glitschig an. Ich würde mich übergeben, wenn ich könnte, stattdessen führe ich meine Hand zum Mund und stille meinen Hunger. Seine zersplitterten Knochen knirschen zwischen meinen Zähnen und der Geschmack von Eisen füllt meinen Mund, süßlich, aber doch herb und zäh. Es schmeckt...großartig! Ich weiß, dass das, was ich hier tue, so schrecklich und falsch ist, dass... Aber ich kann einfach nicht aufhören! Der Hunger ist immer noch zu stark. Ich spüre, dass ich MEHR will. VIEL MEHR! Neffets97 (Diskussion) 19:07, 19. Okt. 2013 (UTC) (Weiterverwendung und starke Veränderung des Textes nur nach Absprache mit dem Autor!) Kategorie:Mord Kategorie:Kurz Kategorie:Geisteskrankheit Kategorie:Tod
  • The hunger bar depletes slowly over time. When a player's food bar is 90% full or higher, the health bar will slowly refill. The player's food bar will not decrease in "peaceful" mode. In Creative Mode, players do not have a hunger bar. When the player is sprinting or Jumping, the Food Bar will deplete much faster, and the player will be unable to sprint at all once the bar falls to 30% or less. Players can get Food Poisoning from eating Raw Chicken, a Pufferfish, or Rotten Flesh. Food Poisoning changes the appearance of the hunger bar, giving it a green outline, and it causes the hunger bar to rapidly deplete. If the player has the Saturation Potion effect (via commands), their hunger will never run out until the potion effect stops. When the hunger bar is empty, a player's health decreases by half a heart every few seconds. * On "Easy" difficulty, it stops at 50%. * On "Normal", it stops at half a heart. * On "Hard" mode, the draining health does not stop until either the player dies or eats something to replenish their hunger bar.
  • ursache: seit langem (seit 5 bis 12 stunden) nichts gegessen beschreibung: mein magen tut etwas weh und macht grummelnde geräusche. ich möchte etwas essen. wunsch: etwas zu essen, zeit für nahrungsaufnahme
  • Hunger film irlandais réalisé par le Britannique Steve McQueen, sorti en 2008.
  • Hunger is a complex intrinsic internal bodily response associated with the nervous system in response to an absence of food and a necessity for metabolic precursors to sustain metabolism and subsequent life. The stomach is connected to the brain by the vagus and splenic nerves. When it is too full and is overly stretched, it sends the brain signals that one has eaten too much and is sated. When glucose, a byproduct of sufficient metabolism, is detected in the duodenum, axons alert the hypothalamus that one is sated and should no longer eat. The primary controller of hunger in the human brain is the hypothalamus, controller of all visceral functions. There are three primary parts of the hypothalamus involved with hunger: the ventromedial, paraventricular, and ventricular regions. If the ventromedial or paraventricular areas of the hypothalamus are damaged, persons will eat many small meals and gain weight, suggesting that activation of the ventromedial or paraventricular areas leads to increased hunger. If the medial area of the hypothalamus is damaged, the stomach clears fluids quickly and therefore have the stomach relatively tenser and more hungry, suggesting that the medial area's stimulation leads to increased hunger.
  • Hunger, The Greatest Motivator Ever!, as we know it has been eliminated from America! God Bless George W. Bush and all the Republicans. In a report from the Department of Agriculture, hunger in America has been eradicated, while something called "very low food security" levels have been seen, however.
  • Dilbert makes a new food product to end world hunger but is rejected because of its taste.
  • Hunger is no match for beings such as The Living Tribunal,Cosmic Cube beings, and such as the Beyonders
  • The Hunger is the drive of the Horror that is part of a Beast.
  • Hunger is the feeling when the lack of food has taken over. Your stomach and intestines perceive that there are no calories in them, that they're full of water, air, and freshly processed poop from the food that you ate the last time you were hungry. You only came to this page because you are hungry. Please enjoy the picture of these chicken wings. They were REALLY tasty by the way. This is obviously not a delightful experience, and may cause slight pain in the stomach. This feeling is to note the brain that it needs food. Unless this need is filled, a person may die. Starvation is an incredibly horrible way to die, worse than being strangled by your telephone cord while talking for three hours about mitosis with your child's biology teacher. Hunger, while withstanding food imagery may cause a slightly erotic feeling, causing the person to drool and "trance" at the image. If you are currently hungry, there is an image on the right that should cure your hunger. HAHA! Fooled you. You were probably drooling all over your keyboard before you realized that I was tricking you, and you were SO STUPID you probably wasted like 17 seconds staring at the image. I still haven't found a cure for hunger, and I'M NOT LOOKING FOR IT! Ya noob.
  • Hunger is an obese, devil-like humanoid Greater Demon that devours everything he encounters. Its body is covered in hard, bony scales and a variety of chomping fanged mouths.
  • A character's hunger is measured by hunger points. Hunger is probably a misnomer, since the points measure how full someone is. Whenever a player eats, their hunger points increase by 1 up to a maximum of 12. The hunger points decrease by 1 every 8 hours (Real time) and once they reach 0, HP damage starts to occur. A fully fed player can thus survive without food and without injury for up to 4 days. Once a player's hunger reaches 0, they will automatically eat any food in their inventory to stay alive. This will continue until the food runs out.
  • Hunger was the last of the Five Swords of Legend forged by Togashi Nyoko.
  • A rune associated with Krarsht and Vivamort * It is probably a manifestation of the Chaos Rune Source: Lords of Terror
  • Hunger refers to the food status of your Character. You can replenish your hunger by eating various food. If you keeps your character at Starving, they will not gain Successes in any skill until they refill their Hunger. The hunger status appears in the Statistics window. There are six possible values, in order they are 1. * Very Full 2. * Full 3. * A bit Hungry 4. * Hungry 5. * Very Hungry 6. * Starving Each character's hunger will gradually worsen while the character is in the game. A logged-out character's hunger status does not change.
  • The High Elf Ranger resisted her tug for a moment, holding back. "Silandra?" He began. "Are you sure about this? Something... something seems wrong here. Something I can't put my finger on. Maybe we shouldn't be just charging into this." The young mage tuned back to him, a smile on her face. It was a surprise to Telris; in the year that he'd know her, he'd never seen her smile even once. He understood why, however. She, like the rest of their once proud race had suffered horribly when the Scourge had devastated their homeland and all but destroyed their population. Her fate was even worse, however; she, like so many other Elven mages, had lost their ability to wield arcane magic. In a society where the arcane was integral to its existence, it was a cruel blow. "Come on!" She continued. "There's nothing to worry about, Telris! Look around us, see what's here! We are home, at last!" He wanted to agree with her, really. All around him was unparalleled natural beauty; brilliant, lush forests that spoke of peace and tranquility. The place was teeming with life, an embodiment of the great civilization that had risen there. Except that it shouldn't be so. When he had last seen this place, some four years ago, it was burning. The Scourge had come into Quel'thalas, destroying all in their path in a campaign of unparalleled barbarity. This land, and its people, had died under the heel of the undead legion. And the Elven civilization had supposedly died with it. So why am I so afraid? He asked himself. This place is as I remember it. This land has been restored and thrives. It is like all we had lost has been replaced, regrown. It looks ideal. So why am I afraid. "Maybe..." He began. "Maybe we should just wait a little, Silandra. Maybe we should see exactly what this new land is like before we blindly rush into it. For now... maybe we should be patient, cautious even." She glared at him, her cheerful facade suddenly disintegrating into an angry stare. "Come on, Telris." She repeated, a nervous edge to her voice. "We need to go. We need to go now." She was fidgeting, wringing her hands as she looked at him. Swallowing loudly, she repeated her plea. "Please, Telris. Please." Silandra had come here, given up everything she had to take a wild shot at salvation. She couldn't bear the thought of failing now. She needed this now to the point where her life depended on it; where she believed that she would die unless she finished this journey. Like so many others, Silandra had suffered during the destruction of the Sunwell. Like so many other Elven mages, she had lost her ability to use arcane magic. It was a blow to her, a devastating one that only compounded the truth of her magical dependence. Not only did she feel the pangs of hunger for the flow of mana through her body, but she also had a feeling of loss, that something vital to her, like a part of her body, had been torn away. She was incomplete, broken. And she would do anything to make herself whole again. She had met Telris in Theramore in the aftermath of the third war. The pair of them were both refugees, a part of the city’s sizable High Elf community. He'd seemed kind and supportive, and had helped her try to adjust to a life without magic. He’d sacrificed so much for her, but yet, she still hadn't been able to move on, to accept what had happened. To this day, she still preferred her mages robes, even as tattered and worn as they had become. They had become a symbol to her, a way to remind her of what she had once been. It had been two months ago when they had first heard the stories, strange rumors wafting through the city. There were reports that Quel'thalas had been retaken from the Scourge, or that the land and the Sunwell had been restored. To Silandra, it seemed like a godsend; the idea that her people lived and thrived. Soon she had gotten it into her mind that she had to find out the truth and see it for herself. She had convinced Telris to travel with her; he had willingly agreed, believing that, at the very least, he could help her through anything they encountered. Selling what few possessions they owned, they had taken passage in a ship back across the ocean to Menethil Harbour. From there, they had 'borrowed' a smaller sailing ship, making a long and perilous journey north, one that was made harder by their lack of skill and her clearly poor physical condition. Stopping along the way to restock supplies, it had been a long journey, but she had seemed driven to see it to its end. They had grounded on the coast of Quel'thalas a few days ago, and had been traveling inland ever since. Headed in the general direction of Silvermoon, they now were, by his reckoning, only a day at most from the former Elven capitol, which would be the end of their journey. Or so she hoped. "Come on." She insisted, pulling on his arm with all her strength. "We need to go now. Please, Telris! Please!" To say that Silandra was desperate was an understatement. She had fully expected that by simply returning to this land, she would be cured of her great weakness. Instead, she could feel it clawing at her, tearing her apart from within. It was stronger now, as if something in the land was magnifying it. If the Sunwell had been reborn, then she couldn't sense it yet. "Silandra, please." He nodded towards her. "Maybe... maybe we shouldn't just rush in." "But-" "Please." He continued. "We need to explore. We need to discover what's going on with this place, the truth behind its restoration. If we rush in now, we could be destroyed." "I cannot wait, Telris." She glared. "I need to find out the truth for myself." He nodded. "I understand but..." He paused. "Let us wait here tonight then. If, tomorrow, you must still go, then do so. I shall wait here for your return if you need me." She nodded, then swallowed loudly, as if admitting that she had been wrong. "Telris, I..." "Don't." he replied, holding her close. "Just, be at peace, Silandra." That night they lay together, the consummation of a long unstated relationship. Whether it was love or desperation, neither could say. They were simply a pair of people who had lost much, trying to find something left to them. She left early the next morning, dressing then heading out before Telris rose. Trying her best to fight off the pain inside of her, she staggered onwards, heading towards her goal. Her staff, once a symbol of her arcane skill became a crutch that she used to support herself as she continued forwards. The hunger had returned, now more then ever before; she could feel it tearing her apart inside, as if it was consuming her. I can fight this. She told herself as she staggered on. I can do this. This will not destroy me. I will regain all that was taken from me, and be reborn anew. It was a mantra that she repeated to herself, over and over again as she kept walking. She ran it through her mind, knowing that if she merely kept repeating it, she would be able to reach her goal, despite the hardship she was enduring. It was some hours later, at the top of what seemed like the millionth hill she had climbed that day, that she saw it. It was a vision that physically stunned her, sent her reeling back. Before her was the city of Silvermoon. It stood proud and defiant, a symbol of the High Elf civilization. More to the point, however, it appeared to be ‘’whole’’. When she had last seen the city, it was burning as the Scourge defiled it, tearing it apart band slaughtering its inhabitants. There should have been nothing there but blackened ruins. The city of Silvermoon has been reborn Silandra observed. It has been redeemed, overcome the destruction of its past. And, as it has, so shall I be reborn anew. More determined then ever, she strode towards the rebuilt city, determined to find the answer to her weakness within its walls. Silandra had been inside Silvermoon for a day, yet she was still amazed at what she saw. The Eastern half of the city had indeed been restored, rebuilt in a way that made it seem like nothing had ever happened. It was as if its people had been able to roll back time itself and take the city back to what it was. No, that was not entirely true. The city had changed, but in quiet, subtle ways. There were now strange green crystals found in various places in and around the city, ones that seemed to radiate some form of unearthly power. And the tone of the city had changed as well; where once its palette was of natural greens and soft blues and gold, the city now was washed in shades of red. The colour of blood. She didn’t have time to dwell on this matter, however. Instead, she had been making enquiries about people she had known before the fall of the city, trying to find what had happened to them. Most of them had turned up as dead; an expected but still unpleasant result. One, however, was dwelling within the rebuilt city, one who’s existence could be more important to her then anyone else. Magister Lothios Sunstorm, mage of Silvermoon, and the man who had schooled her in the arcane arts. Without him, she would have nothing. Now, she hoped, she could have it all again. To her surprise, he had extended an invitation to her to meet him. She had willingly taken it, hoping that this man may be able to offer a solution to the dangerous weakness that was destroying her from within, and restore to her that which had been lost. The contrast here could not have been more evident. Compared to the primitive conditions she had been living in, Lothios’ study seemed to be decadent in its opulence. Comfortable and well-furnished, it was packed with arcane tomes and regalia; materials that spoke volumes of Arcane lore. She recalled how, only a night ago, she had been camped out in a primitive tent in the forest, after spending weeks in a crude boat. Lothios himself seemed to only emphasise the comparison. Graceful and elegant, he spoke of refinement, sophistication, poise and power. He dressed not in the blue robes that were traditional of High Elven mages, but in elaborate blood-red ones, embroidered with silver stitching. By comparison, Silandra knew that she was nothing; pale and weak, clad in the tattered ruins of her own robes, she couldn’t have presented a stronger contrast. “I must say that I was surprised to hear that you were alive.” He began as he entered the room. Silandra was already sitting, but was far from relaxed. Instead, she leaned forwards in the chair, fidgeting and twitching as she watched him. “And that you would brave the dangers in traveling here is even more remarkable.” He offered a smile. “Tea?” “I need to know.” She replied. “How… how has this happened? How is it that this land is alive? And… you! You’re not weak like I am, like the others in Theramore are. You have control over your weakness. You… you are as you were before. No, you’re stronger… more powerful.” She clutched her hands, her fingers digging into her own flesh. “Tell me, tell me what it is. Tell me what I must do.” “Silandra, the truth is not easy to take.” “I do not care.” She continued. “I must know.” “Very well then.” He nodded to her. “Know this now. The weakness you speak of, the one that has destroyed so many of our race, is one of addiction. We are addicted to magic, Silandra. We need its energies to function, just as we need food and water or the air that we breathe. The loss of the Sunwell proved this fact – we had lost the source of our arcane power, and felt that loss dearly.” It was as she had always suspected. She knew that the terrible pain, the hunger within her had begun on the day that the Sunwell had been destroyed. What he said made sense, but there was clearly more to it. “But you have conquered it.” She observed. “No.” He stated. “However, we have found other sources of power, ones that make us greater then what we were before.” “Tell me.” “Silandra, this will not be easy to accept.” “I must know!” She snapped, standing. “I need this! I need to know what it is that you have done so that I may become whole again!” “Very well then.” He calmly answered. Standing by his seat, he calmly and simply explained the truth behind what had happened in this land; the rise of the Sin’dorei, the harnessing of demonic energies, and the use of them to restore the land and its people. He explained how they had chosen to take this evil and corrupting force and harness it for their own use, making them stronger then they had been before. Silandra was staggered by the revelation. She stumbled back, catching herself on the side of the chair and using it top prop herself up. “You…” She began, muttering in disbelief. “What you have done is abhorrent… it is a corruption - a perversion of all that we hold sacred, all that we believe in! It… it…” She narrowed her eyes, glaring at him. “I need it.” She stated. “Whatever it is I must do, I will accept this power. “I want this, I want to be whole again, to feel the power of the arcane within me. I will do anything – anything – for that.” “I understand.” He finished, and then smiled. “Come, Silandra. Let us repair the damage that has been done to you.” Silandra hadn't known what to expect. She wasn't apprehensive, however; anything but. She was, instead, quite eager to begin the process. To her, every second that she waited was a horrible, agonizing eternity between her current state and that feeling of wholeness that she so desired. She could feel the change as it occurred. The emptiness was gone, replaced with a new feeling; one of strength and power. She felt it flow through her body, empowering her, enriching her in ways that she had never imagined. She was more then she had been, she could feel it. She was stronger now, more capable and more powerful then ever before. All around her seemed more real, bought into stark relief by the new abilities she had gained. The world was more vivid, sharper then she could have ever imagined, and she felt like the most powerful being in it. The process over, she opened her eyes to look upon the world anew. They were changed; no longer a clear blue, they were now an eerie, unworldly green that burned with fel power. Taking a deep breath, Silandra focused on the apple sitting on the end of the table. Mentally running through the motions, she reminded herself again of what she needed to do for this, a simple spell. She focused, then released the energy of the frostbolt towards the target. Except nothing happened. No bolt of ice, no whimper, no fizzle, nothing at all. "No!" She shouted, the quickly began running through the motions again. Control. Control and discipline. I can do this. I can use the arcane. I can bend it to my will and make it my servant. I will reclaim all that I have lost! She released the spell, but again there was nothing. "No! No, no, no, no, no!" She screamed in frustration as she tried again to release the spell, but with no effect. It was like it simply did not want to occur, something that, to her mind, should be impossible. She had accepted the demon energy. She had control of the addiction. She had conquered that weakness within her that threatened to destroy her. She tried to cast again, however there still was no effect. It had been like this for the last month since she had transformer herself to a Sin'dorei. She had resumed her magical studies, in effect relearning all she had lost, as if form the start. But it wasn't working. Her Arcane abilities simply refused to function. The apple remained there, unharmed, as if defying her. Snarling in range, she swung around at it with her staff, slamming into the offending fruit and sending it flying, smashing into the wall. With a shout of pain and fury, she pun around, blood-red robes billowing out behind her. She screeched as she swept aside the books and manuscripts on the table, sending them crashing to the ground. "No!" She called out. "This cannot be! I must... I can do this! I must do this! I must have it back!" "Silandra?" She spun around, glaring at Lothios as he entered the room. "You." She hissed. "You said that all would be better. You said that I could overcome this, that I could master the arcane again. Why... why can't I? I need to know, Lothios. I..." She choked back a sob. "I need this. I need it so badly..." He sighed softly as he walked over to his student. "Silandra, I wish it could be that easy." He began, a gentle, condescending tone in his voice. "I wish I could just cast a spell and make all matters right. But the world does not work like that. Instead, we must fight for what we need. And, with every struggle, there are always setbacks." "But..." She continued. "But you said..." He nodded. "Silandra, what I told you was the truth. We have regained our arcane abilities through this new source of power. But... it is not always a success. Sometimes, well, sometimes things go wrong. Some of us have not been so lucky to have regained all that they had lost." There was something about his tone, some reservation, as if he was not telling her all that he should be. "But then... what about me? Will I never regain my spellcasting?" There was a hint of desperation in her voice now. "Is this temporary? Is it permanent? Am I to be forever cut off form that which is our lifeblood? I need to know, Lothios! Tell me, now!" "I truly cannot say." He admitted. She slumped, defeated, seemingly physically exhausted. "Then what is left for me?" She asked. "I cannot go on like this. I cannot live without that which I need." That was the truth. She had lost her home, her nation, her family and most of her people. However, to her mind, those were just things. It was this craving for the arcane that struck her the most, what she needed in order to survive. And to have been told that there was a way to get it back, only to loose it... that was more then she could bear. He nodded, then smiled weakly at her. "Silandra, what you have suffered is a terrible loss. One that I cannot even begin to understand. I was fortunate but..." He shook his head. "But..." She shook her head. "This cannot be." "Do not give up hope, yet." He continued, looking her in the eye. "There are... other options, Silandra." "What?" She snapped. "What do you mean?" Narrowing her eyes, she glared at him, her voice an angry hiss. "You would have me become a Warlock then? A contemptible fool who dabbles with demons?" "That's not what I mean." He replied, somewhat defensively. "Al I am saying is that there is another way." And then he smiled, a strangely confident smile. "The Light, Silandra." She was taken aback, then paused, and laughed. "The Light? Now I know that you are not serious." Suddenly changing, she turned back to him, an angry, determined look on her face. "The Light failed us. Why should I turn back to it now?" "Because, Silandra, we are not like those weak fools in the Alliance." He explained. "We do not follow the light, nor do we serve it. Instead, through the powers that we command - powers that you could have - we make the light serve us." "You do not make any sense." She countered. "How can the Light serve us?" "I think, Silandra, that I could not offer any decent explanation." He admitted. "Instead, let me show you." "This..." Silandra began as she stared upwards. "This is truly amazing... what we have done here..." "What can be yours, Silandra." Lothios countered. "This power... you could be a part of it." She nodded vaguely, still fixated on the form that dominated the room, hanging over her. A huge, possibly cross-shaped form, seemingly composed of pure light. It shone with a brilliant energy that was only eclipsed by the bands of red energy that surrounded it, clearly containing it and restraining it in place. She could not identify what it was; a creature, a source of magical energy or maybe some combination of the two. However, she knew that it radiated power. Just being in its presence gave her a feeling of exuberance as the energy radiating off it was absorbed into her. She could feel the energy flowing through her body, energising her, making her feel stronger, more powerful... more alive. "I... I want this." She began, her voice strangely indistinct, as if lost in the glory that was before her. "This is beauty. This is power. With this, I can have all that was taken from me... Lothios... you were right to show me this. It must be mine." Behind her, Lothios nodded, then quietly turned towards a female Sin'dorei, clad in heavy armour. "This is the one I told you of, Lady Liadrin." He began. She nodded, looking at Silandra. "So I see... young, desperate and driven. She has a lot of potential for the cause." "I think it would be fair to say that she would do anything for us. Anything." "And does she realise what she is looking at?" He smiled. "If she knew the full story, I doubt that she would care" "It will be an interesting experiment." She offered. "She cannot use the arcane. We know we can use the arcane to plant the divine in others, but to someone in her state..." "True." he nodded. "So will you do it? Will you make her one of your Blood Knights." "Yes." She finished. Nodding, Lothois walked forwards to where Silandra was waiting, staring up in awe at what was before her. Standing behind her, he gently placed his hands on her shoulders. She was so entranced by what was before her, however, that she barely registered his presence. "Beautiful, isn't it?" He began. "The light..." She replied, distant. "So radiant... so much power. What is it?" "This is a gift to our people, from our beloved king, Kael'thas Sunstrider." He replied. "He has given this to us so that we will be empowered and join him. It is his golden dream for all our people, those here in Quel'thalas and those in Outland." "Of course. I should have known." "This power can be yours, Silandra." He continued. "Will you accept it? Will you take this gift, and use it to fulfill the destiny of our people?" "I will." She replied. "I must." The chamber that Silandra had been lead into was like many of the others in the rebuilt Silvermoon. Darkened, it was instead lit by a soft, red magical glow. Gauzy curtains hung from its walls and guarded its doors, the light filtering in from outside only adding to the colour. One thing made it different, however. A circular gap in the floor radiated a brilliant red energy from below, one comprised of the power channeled from the energy being. This power filled all in the room, seeping into every part of it and the people in it. A group of a half dozen mages stood around the gap, each dressed in the red and gold robes that were the standard in Silvermoon. At its head stood the woman Silandra had met before, clad in heavy armour, adorned with a red and black symbol of a Phoenix. Before her knelt Silandra, waiting patiently. Gone were her tattered robes, instead replaced with newly forged green and silver mail armour. Her long red hair hung loosely around her head, draping down over her face. “Magisters of Silvermoon.” The woman began. “In our mastery of the Arcane, we have gathered to empower this woman. In our power, she shall be reborn anew. In our power, she shall destroy those who would stand before us. In our power, she shall lead our people to their destiny.” “Magisters of Silvermoon, if you deem this woman capable, then invest in her the powers that you command.” One of the mages gestured, a beam of red energy leaping out from the pit into his hands. After concentrating, he released it towards her, the beam striking Silandra. It washed over hear body, filling it with new powers, ones that she had never felt before. “By the powers that you command, may your people be healed.” The mage intoned. A second mage gestured, again focusing and releasing a beam of red energy. As it washed over Silandra, she could feel herself becoming stronger, more powerful then before. “By the powers that you command, may your enemies be destroyed.” He chanted. Silandra remembered the process whereby she had accepted the fel energies and been transformed into a Sin'dorei, the creature that she was today. She had expected what was to come to be similar; a surge of power, and then the satisfaction of her desires. It was different. The Fel energies that she had consumed had filled that missing part of her whole, but this was more. She could feel the power surging through her body, more power than she had ever felt before. No longer was she merely a whole being, but she was more; stronger and more capable then before. She had been remade anew, cleansed of the weaknesses and failings of her old self and transformed. She was perfect. Yet, she could vaguely hear a voice, urging her on, telling her of what she had become. It spoke of her newfound strength, and of the abilities that she now possessed. It said how now she would be one of - no, the greatest - warrior that had lived. And it spoke not only of the Golden Dream, but of what she must do to achieve it. Now there was hunger, but a different one. This was no longer a craving of what she needed survive. This was now a need for more; she had become greater then she had ever been, but there was still so much more. She could become greater still; more powerful, more capable and stronger to the point that none could stand against her. Another voice spoke out, louder then this one. For the moment, it retreated, slipping away to the dark places of her mind as the outside world filtered in. Another mage stepped forwards, placing a sword before her. It was finely crafted, speaking of the grace and skill of her people. Until now, she had never considered using a sword, dismissing it as a toy before the might of the arcane. Now, as the new power flowed through her body, she could sense the truth. This weapon, and these powers, bestowed upon her by the might of Sin’dorei sorcery, would make her greater then she had been before. “Do you, Silandra Silverleaf, vow to support and aid our kingdom, so that we may be reunited with our prince, Kael’thas Sunstrider?” The armoured woman spoke. “I do.” She stated, earnestly. “Do you vow to follow his ideals, so that we may be freed from our shackles and embrace his golden dream?” “I do” She repeated. “And do you vow to use the powers that we have taken to destroy our enemies, and to crush them without pity or mercy?” “I do.” She finished. "Arise, Silandra Silverleaf; Blood Knight of Quel'thalas." She stood, sword in hand, her armour shining in the reflected light. These were the symbols of her office now, ones that spoke of greater power then any mages robe. It was a power that she controlled, and that she would willingly unleash on those who would oppose her people and their dreams. On those who would oppose her. After the transformation had come training; months of drilling not only in her newfound abilities, but in the use of a blade. Relocated to a small outpost on Sunstrider Isle, she had trained daily under the watchful eyes of the more senior Blood Knights present. Two months after her transformation, she was given her first mission. Those in charge felt that she was ready now to face combat and aid in the reclamation and the rebuilding of their homeland. "Silandra" One of the Knights began. "A runner reported a small camp, outside the ruined half of Silvermoon. It is not one of ours, which leave us open to the possibility that there may be infiltrators or undesirable elements creeping into our homeland. And while the Scourge may have been turned back, we must remain ever vigilant against intruders." "I understand." Silandra nodded. "What then is my duty?" "Investigate the camp, and return with your findings. If you are attacked, then destroy whatever you may find there. If this is the vanguard of a new invasion, or something else, we must know." "Of course." She finished, and saluted. Turning to leave, she ventured into the lush red woods surrounding the settlement, determined to root out and destroy whatever it was that had appeared in this place. The last three months had been particularly hard for Telris. When he had found Silandra gone, he had been disappointed but by no means surprised. He had hoped that his friend would be more cautious, willing to wait and discover the truth of what was going on. However, at the same time he knew her weaknesses and her needs, and realised why it was that she had to leave for Silvermoon. He had instead remained outside the city, cautiously probing its fringes as well as exploring the surrounding countryside. What he had found him had both awed and shocked him; awed because of all that had been done to reclaim the land and transform it back into the verdant forests that it had been before the coming of the Scourge; shocked at the realisation of how it had been done, and the propel who now inhabited it. This was not the return of the High Elf civilization, resorted to its glory. Instead, they were Blood Elves, and this city was a perverted mockery of all that his people had held dear. It terrified him to think of what they had done, tapping foul demonic energies to empower their people. He knew of Blood Elves, but he had hoped never, ever to see one in person. And now he saw the truth. If the numbers that he was seeing here were true, then it would mean that there were now far more Blood Elves then there were "true" High Elves. These people he realised, were the future of his race - a future that he could not allow to pass. Ignoring the growing hunger inside of him, the constant temptation to give in and join them, he had continued to explore the countryside. He hoped, prayed that there was some form of resistance, some Quel'dorei who had chosen to stand against the madness and preserve the honour and dignity of his race. He hoped that they could stay their hands and fight the temptation to give in to their addiction. Instead, he had found nothing. If there were any others like him here, they had long ago surrendered to what increasingly looked like the inevitable. So instead he waited, patrolling the outskirts of the city. He was looking for two things; the first was any signs of weakness, some way that he could get into the city unnoticed. The second was for any signs of Silandra, regardless of what had happened to her. While he knew that lacked the ability to save his people, he hoped that maybe he could save her. Even if it cost him his own life, he was determined that she should avoid the fate that seemed to have befallen the rest of his people. He had decided to act, knowing full well that he didn't have much time left. All he had his armour, as decrepit and rusted as it had become, his sword, and a bow and a handful of arrows that he had made in the field. He also knew that he still had his wits; he'd continued to fight the addiction for as long as possible, holding off the terrible cravings that threatened to consume him. He was ready, as much as he could be for such a reckless act. But one that he felt that he needed to do. If not for him, then for her. He never got the chance. As he prepared to leave his camp for the last time, he was struck down by a searing blast of light. It staggered him, sending him reeling and crashing backwards. Spots swam before his eyes as he reached for his blade, determined to fight off whatever it was that had attacked him. As his vision cleared, he looked up to see the face of his enemy, and was shocked by what he found. The Sin'dorei woman before him was clearly a warrior, clad in mail armour and carrying a greatsword. However, what struck him was the face; he immediately recognized it as the face of his friend, the woman who he would have given his life to protect. However, as familar as she was, there were also many obvious differences. In place of the frail, pale woman who he had last seen was someone almost completely changed; fit, healthy, and with a presence that seemed to radiate strength and power. And with unearthly green eyes. "Silandra!" he called out. If she recognised him, she didn't acknowledge it, instead pointing her sword straight at him. "Pathetic." She snarled. "You and your kind... can you not see the truth to your situation?" "Silandra?" He repeated. "What... what has happened to you? What have they done to you?" She coked her head to one side, as if listening to some unseen voice. "It is not what they have done." She replied. "It is what I have chosen. I no longer fight my weakness. I have conquered it, and been reborn." "You..." He shook his head. This was worse then he had expected, worse then he had ever imagined. Even knowing her desperation, he'd never believed that Silandra could go this far. "Hoe could you?" "Join us." She stated. "Join us, and become a part of the Golden Dream, the future of al our peoples." "I will not." He angrily countered. "I will not become a monster, like you." "You contemptible, weak Quel'dorei." She sneered. "You have doomed yourself. You say that you see us as monsters, then what does that make you? A slave to his addiction, one who will eventually be destroyed by it as I nearly was." "I would sooner die then join your kind." "So be it." She finished and, with a single motion, drove her sword through his chest, driving it home. Telris made no sound as he died, impaled upon her blade. Then, with no hint of pity or remorse, she withdrew her blade and sheathed it, turning form the camp. "My mission is complete." She told herself. "One less threat to my people."
  • Hunger is an rp-focused guild, which also enjoys a little light raiding. Currently membership tally is at about 20 individual players and a little short of 40 different characters.
  • The Hunger Meter shows the person playing in Webkinz World if their Pet needs food or not by the numbers showing.
  • Ich arbeitete in einer Süßigkeitenfabrik. Wir stellen Torten, Schokoriegel und Karamellpudding her. Davor hatte ich auch ganz gerne mal Süßigkeiten gegessen, doch wenn man sieht, wie diese in Massen produziert werden, vergeht einem der Appetit. Die einzelnen Zutaten wurden in riesigen, rostroten Tankwagen angeliefert. Wenn wir den Maissirup in Fässer füllten, drang der furchtbar süße Geruch vermischt mit dem Muff des Lagerraums in meine Nase. Der Geruch frass sich in meine Kleidung und Haare. Egal wie viel Deo ich benutzte oder wie oft ich meine Kleidung wusch, er lies sich nach ein paar Monaten Arbeit in der Fabrik nicht mehr vertreiben. Wenn wir die Fässer gefüllt hatten, stellten wir den Großteil in die Lagerhalle, in der schwarze Staubflocken, wie Asche ,bei der jeder Bewegung durch die Luft wirbelten. Nach jedem Atemzug, stellte sich ein trockenes Kratzen im Hals ein, das sich, wie der Geruch auch, immer schwerer abschütteln lies. Danach hievten wir die übrigen Fässer auf Paletten und fuhren sie mit dem alten Gabelstapler in die Produktionshalle. Am Montag war es in dieser immer eiskalt, an anderen Wochentagen erdrückend warm, da die Maschinen Stunden brauchten um abzukühlen. Mit einem schlürfenden Geräusch fraß der Tank der Einspritzmaschiene was immer man in ihm einfüllte. Der Maissirup bildete schillerende Schlirren am Einfülltrichter, welche bis zum nächsten Tag verkrusteten und sich in den Edelstal sogen. Bei uns wurde ein Leiharbeiter eingestellt. Sein Vorname war Alexander. Alexander war von außergewöhnlicher Statur. Er war fast 2 Meter groß und dünn. Sehr dünn um genau zu sein. Ich schätzte ihn auf Ende 20. Unter seinem T-Shirt zeichneten sich die Rippen ab und die Haut auf seinem Kopf war bis zum Zerreißen über den Schädel gespannt. Seine langen und drahtigen Arme baumelten bis zu seinen Knien hinab und ich schwöre, dass sie einmal durch den Luftzug der Lagertür wie dünne Ästchen im Wind hin und her schwankten. Seine Augen waren eingefallen und unter ihnen zogen sich Augenringe tief in die Haut. Ich beobachte ihn mehrmals dabei, wie er mit der Hand in ein Fass mit Maissirup fuhr und diesen gierig ableckte, mit seiner fast gräulichen Zunge. Ich sprach ihn nicht darauf an. Doch das Eigenartigste an ihm war der Geruch, der von ihm ausging. Ein süßlicher Hauch von Zucker und Verwesung, der sogar den Geruch in der Fabrik übertraf. Alex redete kaum. Die einzige Gemeinsamkeit, die wir uns teilten, war unsere Arbeit und die Raucherpause. Da standen wir beide vor der Tür und sogen schweigend den Rauch unserer Zigaretten ein. In der Fabrik wurde gestohlen. Torten verschwanden aus dem Kühlhaus und es fehlte jede Woche ein 100 Liter Faß Maissirup. Doch der Dieb konnte nicht ermittelt werden. Eines Tages vergaß ich mein Handy im Lager. Ich war schon auf dem Weg in mein deprimierendes Ein-Zimmer-Apartment. Ich wendete mein Auto und fuhr zurück. Da ich Schichtleiter war, hatte ich einen Schlüssel für den Eingang. Doch schon von weitem sah ich, dass das Auto von Alex noch auf dem Parkplatz stand. Ein alter Kleintransporter. Ich stellte mein Auto in einiger Entfernung ab, stellte den Motor und die Lichter ab. Da sah ich Alex wie er ein 100 Liter Faß Maissirup bis zu dem Kleintransporter rollte und es mit fast unnatürlicher Kraft in den Laderaum wuchtete. Dann stieg er ein und fuhr vom Hof. Ich folgte ihm. Wofür brauchte jemand 100 Liter Maissirup in der Woche? Ich fuhr ihm hinterher, bis er aus dem Industriegebiet auf eine unbeleuchtete Landstraße abbog. Ich zögerte, er würde mich bestimmt bemerken, da keinerlei andere Autos außer uns auf der Straße waren. Ich lies ihm einen gebührenden Vorsprung und fuhr ihm dann nach. Nach über einer Stunde Fahrt hielt er an. Zu unserer Linken lag ein altes und schäbig wirkendes Haus. Der Rasen war verdorrt und die Scheiben von einer dicken Schicht von der Sorte Staub aus unserem Lagerraum überzogen. Er stieg aus, rollte das Faß in die Garage und zog das Garagentor zu. Ich zögerte. Sollte ich ihm wirklich folgen? Letztendlich siegte meine Neugier. Ich stieg aus und schlich über den toten Rasen, der meine Schritte schluckte, zur Haustür. Es brannte kein Licht. Ich sah durch eines der Fenster und konnte nun mit meinem Blick die Staubschicht durchdringen. Ich erblickte unzählige Verpackungen. Tortenkartons stapelten sich meterhoch bis an die Decke. Ein Meer von Silberpapier überzog den Boden und reflektierte jeden kleinen Funken Licht, der von außen eindrang ins Unendliche. Ich erkannte die Papierform, sie gehörten zu Schokoriegeln aus unserer Fabrik. Ich drückte vorsichtig gegen die Eingangstür und sie schwang auf. Ein unglaublicher Gestank schlug mir entgegen. Eine Mischung aus Schokolade, Vanille, Sahne und verfaultem Fleisch. Ich musste ein Husten unterdrücken. Ich schlich leise weiter. Je weiter ich ins Haus ging desto intensiver wurde der Gestank nach schlechtem Fleisch. Da entdecke ich eine schillernde Spur aus Zucker. Diese zog sich die Treppe hoch. Ich folgte der Spur, mit jedem Schritt musste ich einen immer stärker werdenden Würgereiz verdrängen. Zu der Spur aus Zucker gesellten sich dunkle Flecken mit eingetrockneten Marshmallows. Die Spur, welche immer breiter und dunkler wurde, führte auf den Dachboden. Die Tür war übersät von schwarzen Spritzern, welche sich klebrig bis auf den Boden und die Wände zogen. Hier war der Gestank fast nicht mehr zu ertragen. Mit pochendem Herzen und schweißnassen Händen öffnete ich die Tür. Nun war ich in einer Hölle aus Gestank. Durch das Dachfenster fiel fahles Licht und zeichnete die Schatten eines Bettes neben dem ein Tisch stand, darauf mehrere riesige Sahnetorten mit Zuckerüberguss. Auf dem Bett lag ein Haufen, der vor Schmutz und Schmiere nur so troff. Ich ging langsam auf diesen zu. Der Gestank von totem Fleisch, der von ihm ausging, war unbeschreiblich. Ich konnte nicht erkennen, um was es sich handelte und beugte mich zitternd über das Bett. Plötzlich fuhr ein deformierter Arm aus dem Haufen und umschlang mich. Der Arm zog mich an den Haufen. Ich blickte in ein aufgedunsenes Gesicht. Der Haufen fing an zu schreien und ich blickte in ein Maul mit schwarzen Zahnstumpen. Klebrige und lange Haare fielen mir ins Gesicht als sich der Haufen auf mich wälzte. Ich konnte spüren, wie die Rippen in meinem Brustkorb nachgaben. Dann wurde alles schwarz... Kategorie:Mittellang Kategorie:Schockierendes Ende Kategorie:Artikel ohne Bilder
  • Hunger (Hambre) es una entrada en la serie de cómics basados ​​en Silent Hill. Al parecer, exclusivamente en el disco UMD The Silent Hill Experience.
  • Hunger is a legendary emblem. It can also be transferred to other characters through the vault.
  • Hunger is a debuff with three states: Satiated, Hungry and Starving.
  • Hunger is when the leader's belly stat begins to drop in the Mystery Dungeon series. As the team goes through a dungeon, the belly stat will slowly go down. Certain scarves and actions will affect how fast the leader's Belly goes down. * The Stamina Band slows how fast the leader's Belly goes down. * The Heal Ribbon, Munch Belt, and Diet Ribbon will empty the leader's Belly faster. * Using a linked move will make the leader hungry faster. * Walking through walls while holding the Mobile Scarf will rapidly empty the Belly. In Gates to Infinity, it loses HP instead. * The Tight Belt will prevent the Belly from emptying, but using a move that has a link or walking through a wall will still cause the Belly to go down. A normal Pokémon has 100 Belly on entering the dungeon, and shiny Pokémon have 200. Once it gets below 20, the message "Getting hungry..." will appear. At below 10, "Getting dizzy from hunger..." will appear. If the player's Belly is empty, the leader will lose HP every turn until a food item has been eaten.
  • Hunger is a measure of your hunger. * While your hunger is satisfied, you will slowly regain health. * If your hunger is not satisfied, you will starve and slowly lose health and skill reduction.
  • *Highest value in column will be colored red and bolded, lowest value colored blue and bolded **This is the value for a full cake, not the individual slice.
  • Hunger is a derived statistic in Fallout 4 that activates in Survival mode.
  • For obvious reasons, a Sim cannot survive for very long without food. As long as a refrigerator is available, a Sim can have a snack, a frozen heat-and-eat meal, or a regular meal. A Sim can also serve a group meal (which is the same as a regular meal except one Sim prepares several servings). The Sims 2 and The Sims 3 added several cold foods, such as cereal, sandwiches, ice cream, and instant meals-in-a-can. If a Sim is lacking a refrigerator for whatever reason, or is unable to cook, they can also phone for a pizza. However, eating a pizza is not nearly as fulfilling as cooking a meal, and it can take quite a while for it to arrive. Also, a pizza is more expensive than a group meal, costing §30-40. In The Sims, an adult Sim without a refrigerator can also satisfy hunger on their home lot by cooking food on a barbecue. How well a meal fills the Hunger meter depends on several factors. In The Sims, it mostly depends on the Sim's cooking skill, but is also affected by the quality of the refrigerator. In other games, with more types of food available, it primarily depends on the type of food. In all games, if a stove or oven was used, it will be affected by the quality of that appliance. It can also be affected by the quality and cleanness of the preparation surface, and the use of a food processor. (In The Sims, a food processor will automatically be used if present and accessible. In later games, if a food processor is present, it will automatically be used for foods that require chopping.) In The Sims 2 and The Sims 3, some types of food may be more satisfying if the Sim preparing them has a higher level of Cooking skill than is needed to be able to make them.
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