Author: Moe_Lane

I think I may need to reschedule my stuff next week.

I was originally going to do another 3K story (I’m halfway done with this week’s), as well as finish a couple of stories for the TALES FROM THE FERMI RESOLUTION 2 short story sampler (from the Kickstarter). But the way the schedule’s been working this week, that’s not viable. What I really need to do is just work on the sampler, and get it done*.

So I guess I’m doing that next week, instead.

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*Which, at the rate things are going, is only two stories away from being one of those novels that are really a bunch of short stories with the same characters and a narrative arc.

The Kenneth Hite’s Cthulhu Bundle of Holding.

Constant Reader Luke mentioned this in comments earlier, and I was meaning to bring it up, myself. Ken Hite’s bundling up a bunch of his Cthulhu stuff for Bundle Of Holding; I have everything except the Tarot already, and everything I already have is worth the fifteen bucks, all on its own. Getting the whole thing for that price is an absolute no-brainer.

Trailer for the final trailer of WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS.

Weird factoid: you could make a highly contrived, fan-logic* case for WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS is part of the MCU. Wesley Snipes showed up on the show as a vampire, you see, winking that he was really Blade, and… yeah. I know it doesn’t really work, but damned if it wasn’t a fun joke…

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*It’s sort of like regular logic, except that it’s not.

10/03/2024 Snippet, THE GOBLIN.

There’s a certain mutual loathing going on here. Let me tell you right now: there’s not going to be a romance option, either. The idea would make either one of them recoil in disgust.

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The vist let me know she was awake with her screaming. Well, as much as she could scream through the ballgag. I didn’t actually need her to talk for this next bit to work. Listening in horror would be just fine.

I knew she would immediately charge me, given what I was doing, but I didn’t turn until after I heard the sound of her sudden tumble to the ground. After all, I was perfectly safe. I’d checked the chain and ankle cuff, and I knew just how much range it would give the vist. 

I looked over. Nothing seemed obviously broken, which didn’t matter either way, but the vist hadn’t been improved by her involuntary roll in the filthy ground. Which was her own fault, so I decided I didn’t care. “You no move,” I told her. Technically, the vist and my people spoke a common language. In reality, the vocabulary had changed, and the accent, and I had more words to work with. So talking to them could be a headache. “Chain on foot, chain on tree. Chain on tree tight . You move close, tree choke, tree die.”