Fear & Loathing in Commorragh
+++ I +++ Pyotr Alexei Raskolnikov – Raskol, to those who cared to know – hadn’t always had a secret patch of the lightless deep void to himself. Out here, lying…
+++ I +++ Pyotr Alexei Raskolnikov – Raskol, to those who cared to know – hadn’t always had a secret patch of the lightless deep void to himself. Out here, lying…
Art by Noah Miller +++ THE BOY +++ The rumors started slow and built like a landslide, until panic gripped the streets. PDF satellites detected an object: a massive, lumbering derelict,…
She ran as fast as her young legs could take her, her shadow that clambered before her slowly shrinking as the distance grew between her and the burning village behind.…
He steps into a quiet forest beneath a hidden sky. His feet press against the soft undergrowth; birdsong fades and the breeze stills. Behind him the portal pulses, flickering towards…
'Oi! You hungry, boy?'Oh boy, was he hungry? Yes, he was! He was Hungry, and he was hungry all the time. They tried calling him other names, like Gobbler, Chompah,…
From the depths of a mountain pass, humanoid figures clad in red robes looked up to scan a darkness so profound that human eyes had no hope of piercing it.
Mardrax strode through the streets. His body blending into the shadows, his skin mostly hidden beneath a long coat. The keenest of observers would have seen a strange glow to…
Koh didn’t have time to spare him a second thought. The Wirewurm surged forward through the thick fog, every one of its hundred eyes fixed on its intended prey. Koh pivoted away again, bringing the butt of his rifle down hard on the creature’s neck.
Created by potrace 1.16, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2019 The Thunderhawk had been shot down from orbit two hours ago. The vessel’s crimson hull was mostly blackened, laid about in…
She slips from a golden tear in the fabric of night, light feet landing on lifeless white soil. The Little Fools – blind, as always, to consequence – have stripped…