Warmage Lancer crouched on top of a building outside the perimeter of the phenomenon, watching the events unfold. Through distance and the warbling of the shield he saw the battle progress, the flash of the thermous that sucked the spectral entity inside ( Read more... )

Eternity didn't end with a roar or a whimper. It ended with the voice of a woman he knew but had never met ( Read more... )

Yep. I was right.

After a year of bug-fixing and the new Windows forcing all of industry to release faster, better motherboards Doomed 2 is indeed back in beta-testing.

Guess who got asked again?

If you need me I'm going to be geeking out online somewhere.

Well, it's May. School is almost out for the year.

I bet a great many of those reading this are glad of that.

But first, I have to preside over graduation again. Ishiyama and I drew straws and she decided mine was the short one. Bah. That means I need to write a speech.

I don't know whether I'm mad or a genius.

Ever since the Fantasian thing... Well, things have been weird, to say the least. I feel a bit like the narrator of a Lovecraft story, like there's something supremely weird going down and my sanity will be the victim. I think I already failed a pretty important sanity check and aquired "weird dreams" ( Read more... )

The dreams were becoming more and more frequent and Lyonell Lancer found them more and more difficult to ignore. He hummed tunelessly as he drew himself a bath, a particularly deep bath of cold water. On a whim he poured a handful of sea salt crystals into the water ( Read more... )

Lyonell Lancer's own dreams had been strange lately, very strange. And the news that Gertrude, one of the least psychically sensitive people he knew, was having them as well... Well, it explained why he was dilluting essential oils of hemlock, sweet flag, cinquefoil, and belladonna in with droplets of bat's blood and lots of vodka. The potion ( Read more... )

Lancer inwardly cursed his luck. Fell asleep on the not-so-comfy couch, woke up late with a crick in his neck, was now running around trying and failing to get ready for this big ceremony thing Dora had invited him (and a bunch of other people) to.

He was still only half dressed and trying to pop his neck back in when the doorbell rang.

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That's IT!

That was the last straw! I've been blackmailed and toyed with by that bitch whore landlady of mine and I've HAD IT!

I'm tired of renting and of landladies and blackmail and giant dogs trying to hump me. I have a pile of money in the bank, my credit's good, a housing bubble just burst, and there's scores of empty property in *ahem* ( Read more... )