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: Questions and Answers
Returning to the hallway outside of Lab 02, the group advanced slowly, hive constructs continued covering the walls and ceiling, thick but not blocking the path forward. Unlike other doors, Lab 03 had a small window, bright white light streaming from inside. Roger...
MotW: Two Steps Forward
His breath shallow and eyes glassy, Seth lay on the cold tile floor, muscles twitching in response to the dozens of stings he suffered trying to get to Ismene. His friends had managed to drive back the thrumming swarm, but foul and unknown venom was coursing through...
Covert Ops: Treeline
Sprinting toward an entrenched position has never, in the history of warfare, carried with it a high chance of success. From Flander's Fields in WWI to the Tet Offensive fifty years later, trying to charge a dug-in enemy usually results in a very succinct and wasteful...
Conquest: a Rusted Siege
Elia was not difficult to find once we arrived at the Rust Canyons – several Disfavored soldiers were mocking the defenses her band had erected, taunting her with the promise that they were going to kill their newest prisoners slowly, just so she could hear...
MotW: Self-Sacrifice
Hearing Ismene in combat, alone against innumerable alien creatures, sent Seth into a rage. All of her friends – Tommy, Tammy, and Roger – charged forward to meet the threat head-on, but the 1950s-era greaser did so without regard for his own safety. As...
MotW: Descending
Stepping through the yawning lab door into the room beyond, the investigators tried to ready themselves for whatever horrors they would encounter next. The air in "Lab 02" was arid, almost devoid of moisture – particularly noticeable coming from the...
