Tag: Roleplay

Knowledge comes in bits and pieces, if it ever comes at all.   I’ve come by this news all out of order — talking a…

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