Tag: Weekly Pulp

It can be heard all over The Wastelands now – the insistent pounding of scavengers’ feet.  And paws.  And squelching lumps of tissue that were…

The long night has passed, and both the Candy Ghoul and the Black Rider have disappeared into the open wastes, leaving sugar and terror in…

Deeper and darker grow the nights.  The wind howls like some half-mad baying Manimal, and it sends a sudden shiver down everyone’s spines.  Well, perhaps…

((Editor’s Note: This is late to post because I’m running behind schedule but stay tuned for another Weekly Pulp from Apo later this week!- S.K.))…

All things old are new again. It’s probably one of the prevailing themes of The Wastelands, and it seems to hold true in character and…