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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Waning Dystopias
With the rise of postwar existentialism in the 1950s and the grim realization of the ability for humanity to be the cause of its own extinction, writers and directors took to the big screen to share their visions with the world. Of course books like 1984 (released in...
The Road Not Taken (Runner Concept)
"Get a job in the private sector" his friends had told him. "Finally get paid for your skill set." It's not that working for the Allied German States was a bad gig, but with how factionalized the region had become, particularly with the resurgence of anarch sects and...
MotW: the Spaces Between
"There was a valley, enormous, and I stood in the middle of it," Ismene explained, rubbing her arms for warmth and comfort. "Everything was red – the sky, the soil, the mountains in the distance. It was a hellish place, and it was just as real as you all are now."...
Conquest: Hidden Talents
We found several Unbroken survivors right where Elia said we would, guarding a deep cave system to the North. Suspicious at first, they became much more hospitable when an approaching Disfavored patrol drew iron and charged us – my assembled party as much as the...
MotW: Good Doggie
Carefully advancing down the corridor, Seth and Roger kept careful eyes out for the "guard dogs" about which they had been warned, Seth's trusty revolver at the ready. Tommy, Tammy, and Ismene brought up the rear, making sure the party wouldn't get flanked by the...
MotW: Revelation
"You met the slug-thing?" the young scientist asked with trepidation, taking note of the discolored splatters on the team's clothing and skin. "It's something of a queen of theirs. If you've hurt it, it may send the swarm into chaos but you would have made a lot of...
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