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The Providence of Yselan - pt. 1/3

In county Bremer there once lived two neighbors who were rich and powerful men from the village of Kesselin: their names were Lord Brocwulf and Sir Petter. Stuck to the hip since childhood, they each married a woman from Stift, and once they returned to home after receiving many honors across the Grassland, Lord Brocwulf saw fit to give Sir Peter many lands to administer on his behalf. In thanks,…

T.E.T Distress

He barged into the ship’s radio room and sat down hard on the wooden chair. The large radio on the desk in front of him was switched on, frequency range lit up light orange with the hand on 146.520. He didn’t know where the radio ended and the transmitter began. Beneath his right hand was a telegraph key ready to receive an input. Here was the problem, both of them: he didn’t know what the…

The Big Kettle Drum Is Beating

A man in a dirtied, blue checkered bathrobe stood on a street corner waving a cardboard sign: THE END IS NIGH. The cloth belt of the bathrobe swayed as he pumped the sign up and down and spoke his truth: “The universe is shaped like a kettle drum! Somebody’s beating on it and messing it all up!” How the people laughed. Didn’t he know the universe was a sphere? They laughed and ignored his message…

How to Not Get a Girlfriend

They matched. She sent: “Why are men obsessed with space and colonizing? Isn’t Earth enough lol?” He sent: “Earth is not enough. I want humans to flourish, and to explore new places, learn new things, and learn why and how the universe was created. We were never meant to die on this planet as a species. We were meant to inhabit the entire universe, not just one small, tiny corner of it. Many of…

This Old Coat

First off, it’s green wool that’s managed to retain its luster. Second, the left cuff had to be resewn by grandma when some of the stitching came out. The left breast pocket had seen more use than the right, yet the right one had a hole in it that grandma also fixed up. Still nobody knows how that happened. The zipper has never broken, but when the jacket is unzipped, the clasp must be positioned…

Echo Point Nova Review

Echo Point Nova (EPN) is a fun indie game. I can’t stress that point enough. It’s seriously fun and seriously awesome. Buy it on Steam . EPN is set on a hundred floating islands in the sky. There’re ruins, ramps, volcanoes, boss fights, and lots of enemies. Luckily, you get lots of guns to shoot them with. First and foremost, you move around the world with a hoverboard and grappling hook. With the…

The Giant Clapper

The Guinness Book of World Records listed him as the loudest clapper in the world. He could scare car alarms, shatter glass, and rupture ear drums (though he would never do such a thing) with a single clap, so long as the temperature was below 80 degrees and it wasn’t too humid. Were his hands particularly large? Yes. They were enormous! And so was he at a respectable height of 7 feet 4 inches and…

The Life of Sir Archambeau: Ch. 3 (pt. 4) - Death Comes in Fours

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3-1 / Chapter 3-2 / Chapter 3-3 He walked along a dirt track through a forest. A frown scarred his face. His leg ached with each step, an old injury from the battle near Sedons. Vainqueur had died yesterday. Behind him trailed fifty soldiers. Archambeau was hunting down a group of deserters pillaging the surrounding villages in the aftermath of the battle. For the…

Uh Oh, Steam Frame?

With the price of the Steam Machine now known to the world (ouch!), I can’t help but feel sad about the inevitable price of the Steam Frame which I was really looking forward to. However, it does put into perspective that refurbished laptop I was eyeing...

The Life of Sir Archambeau: Ch. 3 (pt. 3) - Death Comes in Fours

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3-1 / Chapter 3-2 He died. But before he died, he was walking up the stairs of a tower.[1] Everything he laid eyes upon was the exact same as it had been in the vision. From the grey stone of the walls to the arrangement of the tables in the rooms, nothing had changed, not even the musty smell which hung in the air. The stairs creaked in the same place. It was…