Captian's Log Phosphorescent Ooze 15 Mar 20258 Mar 2025 Lost in the winding passages of the ancient crypt, the ax falls into the rotting flesh of the snarling ghoul. The chthonic scene, illuminated by the alien lights of the…
Captian's Log In the Windows 14 Mar 20258 Mar 2025 The little shelter held off the rain admirably enough, though the roof's soft pitter-patter filled my heart with an unendurable expectancy like the continual tunning of instruments by an unseen…
Captian's Log Ghosts in the Night 13 Mar 20258 Mar 2025 How sleep deserts me in my need. How I long to fall into the abyss of dreams and forgetfulness. Tomorrow, tomorrow I shall die, or tonight, or was it yesterday?…
Captian's Log Lost in the Hedgerows 12 Mar 202513 Mar 2025 I see them in my dreams. Every night, it's the same. I'm running through some sort of maze, old forgotten hedgerows and dying bramble on lifted beds of brickwork. They…
Captian's Log To Time and Chance the Rest 11 Mar 20258 Mar 2025 I turn my back on the dying man and his spluttering breaths. I can feel his eyes following me as he drowns in his own blood. His wheezing voice calls…
Captian's Log סובב סבב 10 Mar 20251 Mar 2025 Walk with me along this road and feel the chill of death seep into your bones. There is a fog and twisting path, there is a scream far away, and…
Captian's Log A New Morn 9 Mar 20257 Mar 2025 Here is the ending phantom, fading away as a new day begins. It was a pleasant dream to dream, comforting in its way, but now it ends. A shadow is…
Captian's Log The Mystery of Glass 8 Mar 20251 Mar 2025 Tired and worn out by inescapable dreams, wandering down streets without names through a city without light, and drawn, ever drawn, to take that next, unintelligible step forward. It is…
Captian's Log The Purple Cloud 7 Mar 20251 Mar 2025 We stand before a storm; a great darkness, slowly spreading over the vast, desert plains, thunders with deep and abiding echoes of unfathomable magnitude. The terrible flashes, hidden in its…
Captian's Log The Shanty 6 Mar 20251 Mar 2025 I feel the burden of my journey now, feel the years and miles like a weight upon my back pressing me, grinding me down, as the final stretch is in…
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