Aftermath

Feeling morose In the aftermath Even with enough sleep Depleted Like so much uranium The zing is missing But I hunt it, Each muddy hoof print at a time In the angels of his better natureI know this adversity is for a reasonBut being always on the receiving end of it,I find it cruel I […]

Announcement

“Fully lived fantasy lives in the first person literal will be expressly permitted within the confines of the game network and appropriate external effects.’ -From the nights and days work. The diluvian spidersilk was spun into finer more branching thread than before or since. Look for it in physical and probably open source form in […]