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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MotW: The Danse Macabre
The demon Tyenx's mouth split wide as his raucous, malformed laughter rolled across the hazy demon plane. Triggering poison that had laid dormant inside Tammy, Seth, and Ismene, the last lingering traces of hellwasp venom still in their systems came to life, filling...
MotW: Penultimate
Broken free from her stunned stupor by Ismene's cries for help, Tammy roared with hate and spiritual pain and lunged at the white-clad demon that had tricked her into striking down one of her own. Ismene fell heavily to the mist-covered ground as the kopesh sliced...
Racing Against the Swamp
Aria hadn't expected the entire colony to descend into chaos from a single hunter getting sick, but the unexpected had been a constant companion ever since she was pulled from hypersleep and thrown into an emergency escape pod a year prior. They had done well for...
MotW: Showdown
Not far away, standing in the waist-deep, ruddy fog which seemed to cover the world beyond the tall hatch, five figures chanted, extending their fingers to the sky. Beyond them a figure clad in white robes sat, as if observing the proceedings, ignorant of the door's...
A Study In (Runner Concept)
Though technology and fashion had combined and advanced to a point that would be unrecognizable even a few decades prior, Scarlet preferred the crisp lines and sharp angles of a simple, fashionable blazer that matched her name. She felt it accented her features,...
Conquest: Old Bones
Having collected all three runic keystones, hidden behind clever traps, countless Banes, and winding passages that turned at impossible angles, we returned to the central hall, ready to face the spirit trapped behind the mystic shield. There was no doubt in my mind...
