By the Sword Nameless 25 Nov 2022 He wanders now without a face, without a mind that we can trace, across beduned and desert plains where never falls lifegiving rains. And even Death's forgotten him, has lost…
Captian's Log Asking Why 22 Nov 202222 Nov 2022 They live below the earth, and we have dug too deep. Our greed has given birth: they've woken from their sleep. And now our nights we rue and fear their…
Captian's Log Life and Death 20 Nov 202219 Nov 2022 The dead are dead, but the living are dying. Life is inescapably change. Unchangingly change, we might allow with a wink. Life is waking and sleeping, eating and shitting, and…
Captian's Log Love and Death 19 Nov 2022 "My own thoughts on the matter reflect a rather uncharitable view," I said languidly. The shot hit the mark. The two ceased their bickering and glared evilly at me. I…
Captian's Log The King is Dead 16 Nov 2022 What should I write, my king? What tears may I wrench from out this heart to make the ink, and with what quill should I write it, a pinion plucked…
Captian's Log The End of Irytor 15 Nov 2022 His hands were sore; his very fingers ached. With a sigh, he got up from his desk, crossing the small attic space and wandering toward the window. His hero, Irytor,…
Captian's Log Demons in the Code 14 Nov 2022 After seven days, the computer rebooted in the cold isolation of space. Systems back online. Communications down. Life-support…offline. The oxygen readings were at 0%. The internal thermometers had bottomed out.…
Captian's Log Finding the Right Words 13 Nov 202212 Nov 2022 "I went down into the lands of the dead and spoke with things forgotten. I met with ancient kings of countries none of our histories recall, saw the twisted souls…
Captian's Log Darkness There Forevermore 12 Nov 2022 I saw the sun set upon the city and knew it would never rise again. There would be nothing but darkness, darkness there forevermore. And the people of that city…
Captian's Log Before the World Ends 11 Nov 2022 "When we found out we couldn't kill them, we built a prison. We came to calling it the Prism, a sort of joke. You see, since the one thing that…
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