It’s got all the foolishness that a discerning Patron – a Patron like you – could want. A mere dollar a month gives you access to it all: stories, gaming material, the occasional poem. It’s a bargain! Truly, I am foolish myself to give this all away so cheaply. Sign up now!
“Emergency Repairs” is… well, it’s a little goofy. But not zany or chipper. And it avoids gonzo because it’s a little too linear.
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Well, “Situational Horror” can best be described as ‘experimental,’ which is often author-speak for ‘something you’ve written that you expect to implode.’ Hey. I’m as guilty of that sort of thing as anybody else. Although I didn’t really know that it was going to implode.
And Beer Barrel Poker was the more normal one, that week. Whatever ‘normal’ means, in this context. Sometimes I don’t know, either.
I more or less gave away “Children of the Candy Corn” for free on Patreon because I felt bad about being paid to flat-out trying to scare my Patrons. It’s one thing when I’m being paid to write fiction, or I’m submitting it for publication. But to just have this come out of nowhere… well.
“Tastes Like Sweetbreads” reveals something awful about me: I can be amazingly puerile and immature at times. As for the story itself: hey, just because you’re Undead you don’t have to be evil. “Jackass” works just as well…
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Moe Lane
PS: Yeah, I know my existing readers already know, but will the person who happened to come across the site using Google? …Nope!
Below are the Patreon files that I did for Columbia: City of Secrets. Columbia, Maryland is a fascinating place. It’s an artificially constructed city that doesn’t feel like a city, lots of people live there but there’s no real overarching vibe coming from the place, and you can absolutely stick an occult conspiracy or secret cult somewhere inside city limits and nobody would ever know. It’s perfect for a certain type of RPG campaign, in other words.
‘Canaries‘ illustrates something that I’ve long thought: to wit, that folklore ascribes natural magical talent to a whole range of creatures who are, frankly, as dumb as posts. Have any of these people ever have cats? Show a cat a magical hovering flame and it’ll chase it right into the wall.
