Captian's Log Drawing My Sword 27 Feb 202621 Feb 2026 Drawing my sword, I lowered my weight, readying myself to spring. He glowered at me, his hand moving toward his hilt. The fingers, just brushing the ruby of his pommel,…
Captian's Log Re-Cleansed 28 Jan 202624 Jan 2026 "But don't you see how all this would never have happened without that tragedy?" "You throw shit in my face, and when I have cleaned myself, say 'I have cleaned…
Captian's Log The Shape of His Bones 15 Jan 202610 Jan 2026 "I have said before now that not only are our shadow governments fighting over ancient technologies, a buried resource more precious than oil, but that the end result of all…
Captian's Log Conversations with Myself 13 Jan 202610 Jan 2026 Buying a Ticket: Winter "You won't like where this is going," he said. "And where is it going?" "Forward." "And why wouldn't I like that?" "Because you're always looking behind…
Captian's Log The Necromancer’s Chair 15 Dec 20258 Dec 2025 The box he put my head in was just a little too big, and I rattled around in it dreadfully. If he had taken the time to crunch up the…
Captian's Log The Necromancer’s Chair 14 Dec 20258 Dec 2025 "Oh! No, no, my apologies," he said. "I didn't know. I can kill you while you're sitting, if you'd prefer." "No, I'd prefer it if you'd go bug some other…
Captian's Log The Necromancer’s Chair 13 Dec 20258 Dec 2025 I stared at the grey sheets of The Necrotic Times then threw them down on the table. "Thank you," I said, and groaning, made to stand. It was a valiant…
Captian's Log The Necromancer’s Chair 12 Dec 20258 Dec 2025 He started toward my throne and did a little salute with his sword. "Now rise and face me!" he commanded. Tsa! I ejaculated. "That's rich. Come barging in here, cutting…
Captian's Log The Necromancer’s Chair 11 Dec 20258 Dec 2025 "You have held these souls in bondage…" he went on. I wasn't sure if the speech was prepared or not. It seemed to flow, but I wasn't really paying any…
Captian's Log The Necromancer’s Chair 10 Dec 20258 Dec 2025 The zombies rushed forward like linebackers, but he was ready. He'd burst through the door, sword drawn, and before the first rusted halberd could flay him, had already parried it…
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