So I started this post this evening meaning to tell the story of how David met Isabella and Eva.  I got.... this.... instead.  David gets more and more evil every time I even think about him.

Enjoy!

After the War

It was the winter of 1865.  I was seventeen years old.  My regiment, Gray’s Regiment, the 28th Infantry of the Confederate States of America ( Read more... )

As torpor has taken its toll on my memory and, some would claim, of my sanity, I have endeavored to clear the mists through a recitation of significant moments of my life as I now view them.  This endeavor is dual-porposed: the first being that, if I am able to spot holes in my memory or logical conflicts between my various recollections, the ( Read more... )

I’ve been horsefaced lately.  Wandering the streets, not looking for prey, not looking for anything.  Just walking.  Everything is so different from what it was.  Empty.  All is empty.  I am empty.  And I would achieve no satisfaction were I filled.

So different.  The age is different, the area is different.  The people are different.  No comfort.  ( Read more... )

“Right, but if you give him these pills every day, he should be fine.  Now don’t you forget about it!  And don’t let him tell you he doesn’t want those pills, either.  Put it in a piece of ham and he’ll eat if right up.  Okay, Mrs. Bravlowski.  You have a good day, now.”

Billy Pittmun came out of the examination room and cheesed at his ( Read more... )

I spent the day traveling home for winter break.  This is what I did during the layovers.  Enjoy!  Matt

Smiling.

“Well.  Jamaal.  Pleasure to see you again tonight.  Were you pleased with the sample?”

Jamaal was a young man, about twenty years old.  Dwight was an old man, about two hundred.

Jamaal darted his eyes around the store ( Read more... )

Today I discovered how kick-ass my roommates really are.  I knew it all along, of course, but they really proved themselves today.  I've been bothering about whether I should hand over the Thrysus councilorship over to Bishop Simon. I like the guy personally, but I've noticed a lot of bad blood towards him, so I decided to feel some people out ( Read more... )

This entry is the most complete information I have on David Breckenridge, Jr.  This is strictly OOC, and actually contradicts a lot of what David himself actually thinks happened to him.

Breckenridge was born in 1848 to New Orleans gentry.  David’s grandfather, Conner Breckenridge, was an Irishman who emigrated to Philadelphia.  David Sr. went to ( Read more... )