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…
Captian's Log Just Evil 9 Nov 202531 Oct 2025 Staring into his face, I ask, "Where did I go wrong?" He pulls at the chains binding him, growling and frothing. Then, as I stare into his eyes, I finally…
Captian's Log Happy Halloween 2025 31 Oct 202529 Oct 2025 Well we've had our fun, but soon the night is done. Kept awake by witches' cacklesStartled by the werewolves' howlStalked by stumbling zombie shadowsHarried by hell's haunting screamA vampire now…
Captian's Log Out of Breath 18 Oct 202514 Oct 2025 Perhaps, the banner was a bit too much, I wonder as she screams and runs away. "Congratulations," it reads in bright red letters, "You're Dead!" I often forget how hard…
Captian's Log Once a Zombie, Always a Zombie 17 Oct 202514 Oct 2025 Barely, I can feel his teeth digging into my forearm. He's chosen life, then, a slow, painful wakefulness. As my blood and flesh pass through his system, the antibodies will…
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