Sunday, October 8, 2017

Wordslingin'

The end of the mine job! When the guys at the top are in cahoots with a band of no-good, murderous mercs, what do you do? Murder them first with overwhelming firepower, obviously.

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Wordslingin'

Another mine job! When it turns out that Our Heroes (tm) are working at cross purposes, only one can emerge victorious…

Thursday, August 24, 2017

Wordslingin'

The spy-party of the decade continues! And also a time lapse to a season later, where everyone is hot on the trail of… something. Maybe the Comptroller, maybe not. Only time will tell.

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Wordslingin'

The Bear may be dead, but that doesn’t mean Our Heroes (tm) are out of the woods yet. We still need to track down his accomplice, the Comptroller, and try to prevent the release of the Jezebels onto Terra Nova. And to do that… we need to go to a party. Of course we do.

Monday, June 12, 2017

Wordslingin'

At long last! All the remaining betabels destroyed, the Bear captured, and massive property damage done to the NGIS! And there’s only one major loose end staring us directly in the face…

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter X: SNS Report - 20-SP-29

Good evening, welcome to the SNS daily report.

In world events, reports are beginning to filter in that a major battle, the likes of which have not been seen since the end of the War of the Alliance, has occurred in the Western Desert. SNS sources reveal that the engagement was between the Desert Wolves, a regional rover gang that has mostly lain dormant these last cycles, and a new force comprised of disbanded Zelanis Global Services members.

Sunday, June 4, 2017

Wordslingin'

Surprisingly, our really horrible plan (“Operation: Let Gabrielle and Torgath be captured so we can find out more about the Bear”) is so far unrolling pretty smoothly. This can’t possibly last…

Thursday, June 1, 2017

Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter X: Clean Slate

It was nearly dawn. Ennik had been up all night with the Doc, Oscar, Mads, and the Humanist tech. He gazed exhaustedly at a little capsule and then the smooth black slab on the counter. He knew that some magical combination of the two would produce cawfee. The problem was, as his stare alternated between blank, quizzical, and frustrated, he couldn’t conjure a notion of how this was accomplished. 


 
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