Poetic Musings
Thank you for taking this literary journey with me! Here I post personal thoughts on social issues, reflections about day-to-day living, and of course a healthy amount of stories inspired by the many games I’ve played over the years. I try to update several times a week, and genuinely appreciate the care and support of all who read these words, whether the post is fanciful or heartfelt.
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A Home on the Wasteland
My eyes exploded with a blinding light, bright enough to leave afterimages even as I tried to find relief behind my hands. Tears streamed down my face and my head throbbed with a rhythmic pounding that threatened my very eardrums. I writhed on the floor, unable to...
What the Heart Wants
Five samurai stood impassively, trying to ignore the cold rain which fell incessantly from the midnight sky as their quarry approached. With features set grimly and traveling clothes soaked through, they were a striking contrast to the soft-toned and delicate woman...
Initiative Mobility
Many of Heroes of the Storm's front-line bruisers have the ability to dive into enemy teams, causing chaos and dividing enemy ranks. Iconic examples are Muradin's Dwarf Toss skill and Chen's Flying Kick, both of which enable these sturdy characters to jump across the...
How Awful Goodness Is
In the horror-themed role-playing game Vampire: the Masquerade, as well as many other incarnations of the vampire mythos, immortal characters are torn between two competing forces: their innate thirst for power and destruction, and the social morays which tie them to...
Derailed (Run Concept)
Not every job is as straightforward as it seems, and not every Fixer gets the full and complete picture before recommending runners. The old saw is that it's always the secretive corporate suit who leaves out critical information or leaves the runners hanging in the...
Turbulence
A good friend of mine absolutely hates air travel. The crush of people at the airport, the cramped seats, the uneven jerkiness of leaving the ground and the jolting bounce upon return, all of it filled him with an almost existential dread. Years ago he decided to...
