Day 25

God, I suck at this. This won't make any sense unless you're in my Tuesday night RPG group. Sorry. A city of thieves is being forced to work together to stave off a foreign invasion. Krum made sure he was there first. The Gunni temple was one of the few buildings in the city made entirely of stone, and it was the closest thing to neutral ground that there was. [Read More]

Day 10

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I've got some catching up to do. Here's 500-something for now. Bruno hesitated before dialing. He didn't like giving anyone bad news, but that was mostly due to the sort of people he usually had to give it to. The Murder Mob, as they were known to the local law enforcement, were, surprise surprise, violent. "Cicero Public Library, how may I direct your call?" the receptionist was [Read More]

Day 4

Short no. 1, something about pride goeth before the fall. The doomsday device was never supposed to be triggered. It was supposed to be a deterrant. No sane man would have acted against it, because to do so would mean their ruin. Buttler's mistake, he reflected, was believing that all men were sane. The idea had been simple. Put an end to the spying, the standoffs, the posturing, the saber-rattling, [Read More]

Day 2

Bruno sat at a small, wobbly plastic table and stared into his styrafoam cup of surprisingly good coffee. He had already scraped a series of grooves in the sides of the cup with his thumbnail, a nervous tic that he had yet to break. Taking another drink, he did his best to act casual, while his brain hummed along with questions, worries, and more questions. He was clean, that was [Read More]