MrNepathy's Blog

The crest of the sun had disappeared a few minutes before, but the western edge of the world still retained a magnificent rose color. It reminded Patrick Dobson of the dress of a “bomber babe” he had seen decades before. He stood in silence, watching the deep blue of the sky swallow the last of the lingering light. The only sound was the flag billowing in the stiff evening breeze. Autumn was coming and it was taking its time in arriving. That suited Patrick just fine as the cold air caused his bones to ache and made his lungs burn. (more…)

               A friend of mine said there is a gaping hole in my blog about apocalyptic scenarios and that hole is aliens. I apparently neglected them entirely. Aliens are to my friend as clowns are to me, so clearly I have disappointed him. I aim to correct that oversight now. (more…)

          With a bit of time before the battle, which was sure to be long and hard fought, the party had decided to get some rest. They all had been invited to stay at the church, with Findred and Bend of the World staying outside in the courtyard. Celia stayed up, talking to her fellow mages. She explained the Orb and Findred. While they were impressed it did not bring them any closer to a solution. Forcing open the walls of Paradise seemed to be a difficult or impossible feat. The discussion often got out of hand as academic theories clashed. Dandelion spent the time training the few troops and volunteers that were available. Janson was a small village and there weren’t many people experienced in combat. A few soldiers had arrived with the mages or come of their own accord, but by the estimates, it would not be nearly enough. (more…)

               After a night in relative, the party members woke to start the next leg of their trek. Thatus rubbed his back, feeling his spine pop into place as he straightened out. His arms hung loosely at his side and he allowed himself a moment of internal lament about his exhaustion before standing up and grabbing his gear. Celia was still asleep a few bunks away. When the joy of celebration had left her the night before, she practically passed out. Thatus woke her up long enough for her to change out of her wet clothes and then as he hung her clothes by the fire, she went into a deep, peaceful sleep. (more…)

              Neither the rotation of the planet nor the canopy of clouds obscured the bright star from the party. It was as if it had been locked to the heavens and the world and stars rotated around it, an immutable beacon. Frequently Thatus would cast his gaze up to it and think of his mother. (more…)

              I was talking to friends the other evening and naturally the subject turned towards the apocalypse. One wondered what our contingency plan is for the mummy invasion, which is, to be fair, a good question but I was not ready with an answer. That probably surprises a great many of you because I know you immediately think of me when pondering our darkest hours. Of course some of you probably immediately think of me because you think I will cause our darkest hour, but that is only because you’ve seen me play Fallout 3. (more…)

Dear Xavier Michael,
                Welcome to the world. It’s a weird and often confusing place, but you’re born with advantages in the form of your parents. They love your sister dearly as sure as they love you. You have not taken a share of the pool, instead you have made the pool deeper. They loved you before you let out your first cry. (more…)

               Jackson Hollifeld was dying and everyone in the room knew it. In the struggling light of an uncooperative generator the blood trail on the ground appeared almost black. The right side of his face was caked with blood that had trickled from his ear. Ash and soot had mixed with the blood giving it a maroon color as it dried. The ash and dim lighting also made his face appear that much more gray and colorless. Shadows seemed darker than they should have been, giving him a chiaroscuro look. Though his left ear wasn’t bleeding it was still ringing so that he could only hear the loudest or deepest of sounds. His right hand hung in the air as he tried to point his gun towards the window while his left hand held down a bandage on his abdomen. They had seen him climb trees in the blink of an eye or wrestle Gamorreans to the ground and now the simple act of holding a pistol aloft made his arm shake. His sleeve was blackened and torn from the explosion. Some of the shrapnel was still embedded in his arm, but these pieces were tiny compared to the one in his stomach. (more…)