Story: Run

– Run! Run, you son of a goddamn freak! You’re fucking slowing us down! – Please, Amanda… I can’t go any further… I’m bleeding out! – Arggg! Let’s try get to those ruins. Our long escape was not going as well as planned. I didn’t like it from the beginning;… Continue reading

Story: Jomo

Jomo was trembling a bit, although the stove was set to the max. He also felt a nasty emptiness in his stomach that wasn’t hunger. In fact, in front of him there was a juicy chunk of appetizing, fresh and clean meat. He tried it. With an effort. – Fuck… Continue reading

Story: The return

Jonas had found a very different home from the one he had left behind. The Burning Cliff mission now looked like an imposing fortress, with fires burning at all times on its reinforced walls, lookouts in every tower and several barricades set up in the path leading to its huge… Continue reading

Story: The awakening

He opened his eyes really slowly, because the sudden light threatened to drill his brain. He tried to draw a deep breath, but immediately felt some type of irritation. He lifted his hand to touch his mouth and realized some kind of tube getting down into his throat. He got… Continue reading

Story: Ambrosia

Julius III walked to the edge of the terrace with a slow pace, enjoying each step as if he was walking around one of the boulevards in the city, rising his face to the fine rain falling from the artificial sky above him, smiling as a child who has been… Continue reading

Story: Life goes on

– Stop, you are going to mess everything up! He hadn’t even finished the sentence when the hydraulics made a strange hissing sound, got stuck full extended and all the oily liquid that propelled the whole system started to ooze from its gaskets. A greasy pool formed on the ground,… Continue reading

Story: The caravan

Salva knelt down behind a boulder, secured his pumper on it and aimed carefully to the figures coming along the road. Around him the rest of the caravan also started to move, a bunch of junkers (they preferred to call themselves “collectors”, although the former name was much better than… Continue reading

Story: D-Day

The explosion caught him completely unaware. He was in Covenant Square, marketing his stuff while wandering around the stalls bordering the esplanade below Scrapbridge. This time he was carrying some grade A material, really cool stuff he could surely trade with some of the stand owners who wanted to lend… Continue reading

Story: Fishy

Fishy made a path for himself among the crowd gathered on the esplanade, taking good advantage of his natural slimy body to slither more or less quickly between the rest of the Mutards present there. His bulgy eyes kept looking over and over again to the stage improvised with pallets… Continue reading

Story: Mutard life

– Dude, life in the Waztelanz iz a zhit. – We can’t complain, we have waterr, food, shelterr… and we even get laid once in a whale. – If we pay, dude, we get laiz if we pay and a lot, becauze for mutardz like uz iz very difficult to… Continue reading