He drew a gargantuan revolver from his hip and opened the breach. “Go to work.” Continue reading
The sight of his friends, allies and enemies alike, removed from the tournament room thrilled him to his very core, propelling him onward in a rush of adrenalin with the thought: “It wasn’t me. I’m still here.” Continue reading
No need to speak the language to understand the screams that came next.
C0140 had her path all set out for her in life. Continue reading
“I’m so glad you made it,” he said. “We’d worried the worst happened when we lost contact.” Continue reading
Thousands passed the polychromic mark of their clan daily, unwitting witnesses to something akin to a bubble in glass, an imperfection that perfectly captures a single moment in time. Continue reading
Fire and Apocalypse are His ways! Ruination his tools! Forget ye not, Children, by whose Grace we swim today! Continue reading