A tale of vengeance and woe
Intense, personal stress can trigger expression, turning Baseline into Delta. In many cases, the stress comes from life-threatening danger. But in some...
Part 1 of a Shadowrun novel, I wrote a few months back, that I decided to place up here for public enjoyment, and commentary, after yet another rejection letter for dead tree publication.
This novel is Rated R for graphic violence, adult situations, and general all around Cyberpunk goodness.
GM's and players may find it useful for character concepts/backgrounds and adventure ideas, enjoy, more to follow every week.
In the world of Delta Factor, one young woman fights a never-ending war with a remorseless enemy.
Warning: Sexual assault, violence, and language. Read with caution.
The classic love story, tainted with death.
7 things that make a work of fiction Lovecraftian, even if it doesn't deal at all with the established Mythos
In the world of Delta Factor, not every battle takes place between costumed superhumans, or holds the fate of the world in the balance.
This isn't the comics
In which gender is discussed, mothers are remembered, and sleep is finally found.
The pair enters the wasteland. Goat cheese is eaten. Names are exchanged.
In which a slave is sold to an unpleasant customer.
A man:machine:moment article regarding the tank in the Cosmic Era
Programs, HoloFeeds, and S3 Sims from the Cosmic Era
A short fiction
A story about a young Dwarf, the girl he met and the Goddess he insulted.
Ah, yes. The darkest of nights and the reflection of a casting light. In Shadow lies the powers of stealth and silence, the ultimate tool for a secretive victory.
The Diary of young girl who finds herself trapped in purgatory, searching salvation and trying to make sense of that which is deliberatly insane. (A prelude to the entry found in my Chasers submission.)
Ideally the creatures described within this (ongoing) sub will be detailed in turn as their own seperate submissions eventally painting a complete picture of purgatoy.
Blood. Ah, yes. Blood. Such a wonderful tool when you know how to use it. Welcome, my friend, to the wonderful world of Blood Magic.
Wytchwolde-Under-Ash, once a great Thorpe, was razed to the ground by the ruthless, and truth told more than slightly deranged, Porcelain Princess and her henchmen, the Purifiers. When the flames had at last subsided, and a kaleidoscope of swirling, dull-gray ash choked the sky, nine hundred acres of old growth iron spruce, black larch and weeping birch, was burned to utter cinders, along with the entire coven of witches comprising the Sisterhood of the Silver Teat.
Now, centuries later, the forests are somewhat re-grown, and the town of Foolswater stands where Wytchwolde-Under-Ash once did. It is said that even to this day, one can still find ashes in the otherwise potable well-water of this village. Once a year during the Winter Solstice, the “Ash-Wind” comes to Foolswater, a suffocating black cloud that passes quickly but leaves dead birds and animals in its wake, darkening the trees, and staining the sky with black snow. The inhabitants of the village know better than to be caught outside during the day-long Ash-Wind. Everyone is locked snugly inside, singing old hymns that curse and re-curse the burned witches who once called this place home.