Captian's Log Broken Glass 5 Mar 20251 Mar 2025 A sorrow fills me; like wine gives clear glass color, so I am glass, ready to break and stain your shirt with my tears. Yet, do not touch, do not…
Captian's Log Lights in the Earth 4 Mar 202527 Feb 2025 The pounding beat was in my soul. My tired body swung and swayed upon the floor. The flashing lights, changing color with each pulse, enchanted me like a zapper attracting…
Captian's Log Falling Apart | Part V 1 Mar 202520 Feb 2025 I remember the falling, and before that the terrible cry of madness, of a mind breaking, but somehow, I remember him above me, flying up higher and higher, speeding away…
Captian's Log Falling Apart | Part IV 28 Feb 202520 Feb 2025 I had pretended peace, real peace with my enemy, imploring him to remember our old friendship: "Let us hike, let us remember where we used to sneak off after school."…
Captian's Log Falling Apart | Part III 27 Feb 202520 Feb 2025 It was all meant to be, and as my mind wanders over the soggy fields to the place of my triumph—oh blessed darkness. In my mind, lost in thought, dreaming…
Captian's Log Falling Apart | Part II 26 Feb 202520 Feb 2025 Yes, the rain is my companion, my accomplice, diligently erasing all evidence of my sin. Perhaps the rain even intends to bury him for me in a mudslide. Heaven must…
Captian's Log Falling Apart | Part I 25 Feb 202520 Feb 2025 The sound of the rain upon the skylight pleases me this morning, but the storm makes the world dark as I'm longing to see the light of the sky. I…
Captian's Log Soul Was Better 24 Feb 202520 Feb 2025 The mind escapes and I am lost. There is my confession: I don't know. I have this malady, old malady, and I do not always know who I am or…
Captian's Log The Old Soldier 22 Feb 202513 Feb 2025 The old soldier, weathered and bloody, stumbles over his fallen enemies. Even in the darkness of the overrun monastery, the goblins' bodies are already withering. The stench of their quick…
Captian's Log Inspector Doom | The Thing Which Had Been Called Inspector Donavan 21 Feb 202513 Feb 2025 The thing that had been called Inspector Donavan smiled. One could just barely hear the servos moving under the synth-skin. They had tried to match his color, but being of…
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