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No idea what I’d use this for, if anything. I present it here without commentary to see if anyone else can make sense of it at all.

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Sometimes stories don’t go anywhere. Here’s one I’ve been tinkering with for a while. I think it’s a neat concept, but if there’s an actual story in here somewhere I’m just not seeing it. (Or, rather, I don’t think any stories utilizing this concept would be cooler than the actual concept itself.)

The first beacons were [...]

There is no Suikoden VI, of course. But it’s nice to speculate. And speculate we did, shortly after Suikoden V came out several years ago. My good buddy FD and I had long conversations about what the grand finale of the Suikoden series might be like: nations from all over the globe teaming up to [...]

Instead of a Nomic comic today, here is a wonderful Christmas comic I put together with some very talented people back in my fanfic-writing days. Enjoy it in good health!
‘Twas the Fight Before Christmas

a holiday poem by Ricky Scibbe
In the distance there was moaning,
A deluge of festive groaning,
Dusty vocal chords intoning as they shambled down the way.
Dead and gone and freshly buried,
So we thought; to the contrary:
They rose from their cemeteries, joining us this Christmas Day.
At first we were apprehensive.
Some of us were downright pensive.
But none thought to [...]

They say bad things happen to good people. Well, good things happen to good people too — but no one complains about that.
An investment banker cheats on his fifth wife with some gold-digging floozy, and the universe doesn’t care. Not one bit. Gnash your teeth about it if you want, demonize him until your throat [...]

This was whipped up today during my downtime at work. It’s the result of precisely zero research, editing or revision and I have absolutely no idea where I could possibly go with it.
Jocelyn could see every grain of wood, every knot of rigging. Every detail made sense, and the ones that didn’t she pieced together [...]

Here’s a frequent-ish occurence: I’ll be laying in bed trying to fall asleep when an extraordinarily vivid almost perfectly-formed character will just suddenly pop into existence and then not leave. Sometimes I’ll get up and try to expunge the interloper with some slipshod writing. Sometimes I just toss and turn until I drift off into [...]

Quite Contrary
a short story about Mary Sue
It was pouring, and Mary Sue had just caused another accident. Her second this year. She had been sitting at a red arrow, focusing her attention on her iPod, when someone behind her honked. Misinterpreting the honk as “the light just turned green, so go” she tried to make [...]