As I said at the time: there’s a book in “Mephitis Vice,” but somebody else can write it. Somebody else who is not me, because I just don’t know if I can do the source material properly. Basically, I’m afraid that if I’m the one who tries to write it, the book will just end up stinking.
I think “But Is The Warranty Voided?” was because of something involving my phone, but I don’t remember. Also, weirdly: I thought that I had put it up already, but apparently not. Not much else to say, honestly.
Ah, “Proper Division of Badassery.” Come, I will conceal nothing from you: I had a burning desire to use the phrase ‘bum-legs’ in something and have it make sense. And lo! — it has been done.
Fiction: Dig Two Graves
Gaming: Shoppers For The Ghoul-Lords, Part 6
And I am done. The baronial newsletter is out, the stuff is out before deadline, two stories got submitted for likely rejection, the kids have been trick-or-treated and fog-machined and put to bed, and I even put together eight hundred words of flash fiction in a half hour that didn’t entirely suck. I got nothing left, folks. I am running on fumes.
Happy Halloween!
It was for the Secret World Legends poetry contest, which is why it may seem a bit obscure. Still, I rather liked writing it. PDF at the public Patreon.
Have you embraced and chased the Broadcast’s Lord?
A hiss of static truth, Presenting lore
Profoundly hid in math’s relentless chord,
Placed close to deaths; which warns what is in store.
You’ll search in graves, walk with the restless dead
Half-trapped between this clumsy world and next;
And when their numbers burn inside your head
Look then to get a sane man’s frantic text.
Long trip you’ll make, to vampire-haunted lands.
On Gaia’s quest you’ll be, to put down ghosts
Who picked unholy halls to make their stands;
Excise them all, confront their tattered host.
Extend this Age’s grasp, and end His reign.
No dead may rule. Not even at Samhain.
Ah, “Broad-Spectrum Colony.” The day may come when I resist the urge to make an obvious pun in the title. …But it is not this day.
“The Weather Outside” can be seen as part of the ‘What if Earth was a Death World?’ meme that has been around on the Internet lately. Although it’s a bit supernatural for that. Then again, what exactly does the rest of the Galaxy think is supernatural?
For that matter, what exactly does the rest of the Galaxy think about, well, anything? Maybe that’s the answer to the Fermi Paradox. The snow got ’em.
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There’s a bigger world in “Second Chances,” but I don’t know how to plot out something in it. I know the characters, but I can’t quite decide what to do with them. Which is a shame, really.
I have broken glasses because I took them off to pill my cat, and then I promptly stepped on said glasses (I also didn’t get the cat pilled). I can afford new glasses, mind you. This isn’t an appeal to poverty, because I’m not poor. I’m just in a really, really grr-arrgh mood right now, that’s all.
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Ah, yes, her. Not exactly a supermarket-opener, this particular sprig of the Windsors. Let’s just say that the United Kingdom in “From The Bold Marauder – Motivations” had itself an extremely lively time of it during the alien invasion that precedes this particular work-in-progress. Many things were clarified, and more than a few assumptions were challenged.
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