Captian's Log In the Dungeon 24 Mar 202521 Mar 2025 Fear becomes me in this dim cell. Imprisoned in darkness, every squeaking mouse or scurrying rat, every distant scraping or soft tinkling of chains, every mad break into laughter and…
Captian's Log Grinning Reliefs 23 Mar 202521 Mar 2025 How false I find the grinning reliefs lining the molding of this stoney passage. Fat, smiling, toothless, each jocund countenance is only a mask; the truth is in the eyes,…
Captian's Log Pilgrims Passing in the Mist 22 Mar 202521 Mar 2025 The weary pilgrims' parade of faded and tattered banners, their worn habiliments of time weathered hues scalloped by the road's grasping thorns, nears the end of its ageless journey. The…
Captian's Log The Genteel Way 21 Mar 202515 Mar 2025 I need an offramp, a way out. I need this mission, this chance; let me go. You can keep shoving the square peg into the round hole all you like,…
Captian's Log The Genteel Way 20 Mar 202515 Mar 2025 I'm not an idealist, I don't know if I believe in anything, but I want to keep my soul. If I stay here any longer, watching these twerps get pushed…
Captian's Log The Genteel Way 19 Mar 202515 Mar 2025 It has always been, "Next time," for me, and I fear that, if the pattern continues, it will never be this time. I'll run my course just standing in a…
Captian's Log The Nosferatu Nemesis 17 Mar 20258 Mar 2025 The vampire stirred as the last rays of the setting sun disappeared behind the hills. The pale face twisted a moment, and the body shuddered. Finally, the eyes shot open,…
Captian's Log Bound in Silk 16 Mar 20258 Mar 2025 My life is being drained away… With the realization of what was happening, I made a feeble attempt to struggle, but with a tender caress, my flailing arm was brought…
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…
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