It seems that even though i am retired from Pirates (and have been for some time) i cannot escape it. One of my scenarios I created and posted some time ago on WizKids has just been translated and posted in German (and they were even kind enough to ask my permission even though they didn't need to)on the German WizKids site. They even included ( Read more... )

I am drowning in the thick slime left by slugs, feeling its cold mucous filling my lungs. My gurgling breath plopping in my ears like boiling mud. My every movement straining my body to the point of pain and my mind to exhaustion. I struggle to free myself of this trap, coughing and choking. I am dying and wish it over already. Around me ( Read more... )

Hate breeds hate, filling the recesses of my mind ( Read more... )

"Through the Looking Glass". That poem, "The Walrus and the Carpenter" that's an indictment of organized religion. The walrus, with his girth and his good nature, he obviously represents either Buddha, or... or with his tusk, the Hindu elephant god, Lord Ganesha. That takes care of your Eastern religions. Now the carpenter, which is an obvious ( Read more... )

The mists roll around me like ghosts who's touch chills one to the bone. Occasionally I glimpse a shadow that appears nearby briefly and then fades back into the mists before my eyes can make out its shape. All sound is muted around me, making me seem alone in the world. Am I the last person on earth, or am I dead and traveling in the spirit ( Read more... )

Life Sucks, but that's just the way it is ( Read more... )