Category: Roleplay
This all happened some time back now, on the 51st day of the Season of Shelter. I’ve been trying to keep it secret from untrustworthy…
A curving beak. Round glassy eyes. A scarlet scalp. These features usually describe a common critter known well to Wastelanders: the turkey buzzard. A simple-minded…
No Pulp this week. Only pulp happening here is the bloody masses I keep coughin’ up. Writing anyway. Writing and drinking. Takes my mind off…
The Season of Revival seemed to seek nothing but punishment. Late ice storms, snow storms, and general coldness keep scavengers bundled up, even as the…
The Digger wrote up the basics of how all this started — the dead girl, the key, the stones, her weird tattoo, the Courier,…