Author: Aposiopesis

Half a decade of existence is no small feat, no matter what it is.  For a Second Life estate — where regions and communities come…

  The Digger wrote up the basics of how all this started — the dead girl, the key, the stones, her weird tattoo, the Courier,…

Winter digs in the knife one last time.  Pellets of ice, hard and sharp and slick, pummel everything.  The business of scavenging and trade go…

The nights grow a little bit shorter now.  The winds blow a little less bitter.  The arctic air threatening to slowly freeze your guts with…

Shelter.  That’s all a body could want, this deep into the season.  Somewhere to hole up against the cold, when not clawing needful things from…