Maximov made a career at out ruining other people’s day. This did not make him a bad person; On the contrary, it is just the occupational reality of being a pirate. Nobody is every happy to see you. What made him a bad person is the delight he took in his job. The moment where […]
I’m going to pause storytime today to use a blog for what it was actually built to do: going emo over petty shit. This weekend I tried to write and make forward progress on a number of projects. Forward progress is good. No progress is bad. I managed neither of these and went for option […]
Tib was sick of breathing dirt. Artillery was the hell of a foot soldier, but there was nothing for her to do but curl up in her hole and pray it didn’t hit close. Calling what she was hiding in cover was being generous. It was a glorified ditch and it barely had enough room […]
Death was on his ninth martini when the bartender ran out of vermouth. It made him thankful that the alcohol had waged a slash and burn operation on his taste buds. Otherwise the he’d be forced to endure the now solitary gin that went down with all the smoothness of a douglas fir.
Several loud construction […]
Doctor Krieg finished pissing, zipped up the orange jumpsuit, and turned around to continue the conversation with his defense attorney. The legal counsel he had hired sat on the other side of the inch think Plexiglas with a yellow pad and an expensive taste in suits. There was an air of serenity about him that […]
Carson said a prayer that contained a bit too many swear words than decorum permitted. Ezra reached out, snatched Carson by the arm and pulled him along as he ran for cover. Carson let himself get dragged while the numbness of shock wore off and then realized that the vice-like grip on his arm was […]
Carson realized he was a bigot the day a machine saved his life. He had been spending the last several hours of the afternoon at the small outdoor bar while brooding over a drink whose only saving grace was that it was wet and in front of him. The haze of drunk that had taken […]
Pulp thought Space Opera was an attention whore and had grown sick of listening to him go on about his exploits all night. Every party was the same; another chance to be a drama queen. Pulp nodded politely and glanced over at Dystopia who rolled her eyes slightly. At least he wasn’t the only one […]
“Seriously, if I see one more Che Guevara shirt I’m going to start executing people,” said Doctor Krieg and propped his feet up on the edge of the lab bench. The professor he was leering at balled up a bit tighter on the floor, trying to hide the shirt he was wearing. Krieg snorted, looked […]