Category: Patreon
This month’s Bold Marauder Patreon entry will be delayed a day.
Had to unscramble Youngest Son’s midterm science project. Will have to do it again tomorrow, but I can schedule for that. Anyway, I’ll get the next installment up tomorrow.
Patreon Microfiction: Timmy and the Bad Place.
Patreon Microfiction: ‘Priorities.’
‘Priorities’ was possibly a little too subtle. The tribal names are arguably bad translations of ‘China’ and ‘America,’ further badly translated into whatever hell-language these aliens speak. It won’t matter in two minutes anyway, since the corpses are in fact booby-trapped. With homing beacons. I would have also put that in, but I only had one hundred words to work with.
Patreon Microfiction: Sole Survivor.
They did not overlook the Sole Survivor. They weren’t thwarted, either: They could have broken through that barricade in less than a moment. Almost less than a thought.
Just to be clear on that.
Patreon Microfiction: The Foyer.
I would like to tell the story of what happened when we showed up at the Amalgamation’s welcoming center, only to discover that it was an abattoir and so was the rest of the Galaxy. Alas, that’s the story, right there. Everybody was dead, and none of the discoverers were never going to figure out why. So we’re left with stuff like ‘The Foyer.’ Frozen moments of horror, suspended in time forever.
A new episode of THE BOLD MARAUDER is up!
Patreon Microfiction: No, Really, Never You Mind.
No, Really, Never You Mind. Dryads in mythology can be incredibly touchy creatures. All nymphs and female nature spirits, really. If they’re not being in a killing mood, you probably shouldn’t try to change that by asking impertinent questions.
Patreon microfiction: ‘All the Reason I Need.’
We ever get off this rock, “All the Reason I Need” will at some point become historical fiction. “Because I felt like it” and “You ain’t the boss of me” covers so many situations, doesn’t it? …As well it should.
Patreon Microfiction: He Wasn’t Really Fitting In.
“He Wasn’t Really Fitting In” isn’t about Even Evil Has Standards. It’s about Even Evil Recognizes That The System Has To Work. There are times when the best thing an entity can do for an organization is to explode, in a fashion that takes out a few of the enemy, too.