Below is a short summary of the latest Community Meeting, followed by its chat logs – which have been gently edited for formatting, to put questions and answers in bold for easy skimming, and to omit greetings and farewells and other such asides.  Meetings are hosted by Estate...

 Neo has just released significant updates to the mechanics behind metabolism and Medkits! Here’s his notice about the changes, along with a few comments and clarifications: There are a lot of changes I want to make to the HUD, I could only squeeze some of these in without...

Jubal Quintus passed away suddenly on February 11th.  On the following Sunday, Wastelanders new and old gathered at The Bunker to celebrate his memory by sharing pictures, stories, and his own works. [2018/02/18 11:50] NeoBokrug Elytis: This toolbox on the bunker is some freebies Jubal gave...

The Season of Violent Winds meets its end in the coming days.  The gales become gusts, the gusts become breezes, and the breezes become mere puffs of air.  They provide no cooling, but just push the hot and still-humid air against our skin, as if we sit in the jaws of some tremendous panting...

Perhaps it’s his studious and scholarly nature: holding the world at long arms’ length, he observes more than he participates. Perhaps it’s simple humility: finding facts more important than his feelings, he shares few of these irrelevant emotions. Or perhaps it’s his...

Another night had passed before the wordmasheen.  Another halfmoon had passed since Aeg and Gutter’s departure. Insistent winds blew sand down broken roads, made the wooden walls groan around me, stuttered the tongues of every flame – and seemed to whip away every word, somewhere...

Seven days had passed since the Bazaar.  Tensions were still high; understanding was still low.  Aeg still slept, still murmured.  The Mutant Witch, hunted and haunted, had added strange things to the great circular daycounter – whorls of stones, precisely-placed eyes, a foul-smelling...

((Gently edited for grammar and punctuation and the like, these are the logs from the Barrelhead Bazaar of 5/6/2017.  In-character or out, I feel there’s little analysis I could provide that would be as gripping as the raw story.  All credit to Ned (Aborted Stickfigure,) Irk...

We crested a dune and found ourselves near the skeleton of some enormous ancient beast. Some distance from the skull, part of a weathered ribcage stuck up from the sands, canopied with crudely-stitched hides. Gutter pointed a gnarled greyish finger.  “That’s the place I saw that foul...

It was nearly a moon ago now when it happened.  The High Mesa is so far south of most squats, his cave so far up its face, his post so deep within, that perhaps it’s no wonder we didn’t hear.  But the cavern must have echoed with the noise. The scrape of wood on stone as his...

Today, for the first time in far too many moons, the air is filling up with the ticking of wordmachine keys, and a piece of paper is filling up with words.  To anyone who’d been missing these missives, I give all apologies.  This old wordmachine busted worse than I could fix. But,...

AUGUST 3 – FIGHT NIGHT Once again, the wrath of the Fire King and the horrendous heat prevented enough combatants from venturing outside. AUGUST 10 – FIGHT NIGHT This event was hosted by Sandusky but time prevented him from deploying one of his trademark meat grinder labyrinth...

JULY 6 – FIGHT NIGHT This Fight Night was Hosted by Sandusky and featured a classic lineup of 8 fighters. It was noted that the labyrinth that the Digger created for this event was amongst his more benign. KittyKat Borkotron emerged from the redemption rounds to Face Psycho Baroque and...