Topher Lydon

The morning air in the room was bitterly cold, thick with the smell of damp plaster and the lingering tang of sea coal from the street outside. Jonas was awake long before the sickly, yellow dawn crept through the single, grime-caked window. He sat on the edge of the narrow cot, lacing his boots with quiet, mechanical precision. Beside him, Edward was finally asleep. It was a restless, twitching sleep, the gentleman’s face pale and drawn, his brow furrowed as if the merchant’s terrified ey

Poor Mikkel was out fought, out classed, and out strategized by the Vex-lings. He was lucky to save his protein powder, Byk would have killed him if he lost that. Not that Liam cares.

Babies!

The retrofitted storage bay deep in the lower decks of the USS Zodiac was sweltering. Lieutenant Vasquez and Chief Engineer Byk had explicitly bypassed the ship’s primary environmental controls to pump excess thermal exhaust and hyper-humidified vapor directly into the room, creating an atmosphere that felt like a tropical greenhouse wrapped in a sauna. Condensation dripped slowly from the exposed overhead conduits, pooling on the grated deck plates. In the center of the heavy, suffocating

Typically a lord would have a couple of former soldiers on retainer for night travel riding the back of the coach, heavilly armed. It was quite frequent for them to be waylaid. However, inside the city is rare. Especially in the era of the Bow Street Runners. This was the first rise of a civic police force that took over from the city watch. And they were ruthless.

Thank you. It was really hard to write, to research, and I appreciate that it is shining a light on this era.

Mistakes of amateurs. They'll learn.

The carriage appeared out of the fog like a ghost ship emerging from the deep. Edward heard it long before he saw it—the rattle of iron-shod wheels against the cobblestones, the rhythmic pounding of hooves, the muffled curses of the driver as he navigated the treacherous path through Green Park. The sound seemed to come from everywhere at once, echoing off the bare branches of the trees that lined the avenue, swallowed and then spat out by the thick, rolling mist that had settled over London lik

Tweek will do anything for his Danny. They're good for each other, as we've seen.

I have just dug the album out, and put it on. Excuse me, I am going to be a teenager again for an hour. Let's see what I write.

OMG I wrote my first short stories to this album in High School Man you've taken me right back to sitting on a ratty sofa in my bedroom, paper and a pencil because I didn't have a computer or a typewriter... I used to write and write and write, all day long. I suffered from Micrographica, which saved me on paper costs... but hell it was hard to read. This album on a tape, that I just kept turning over and over. Man I don't miss those years, they were brutal and hard... but this was one of the only good memories I have. My father took those stories and tore them up in front of me... telling me I'd never amount to anything writing. So it was my defiance to keep writing, my way to fight back. And I am proud of what I have written in the years since. Screw the Lord of Bullshit!

This one does go to show that Liam's feelings for Pavel are a little more real than either of the two were ready for (thankfully on Byk's part) I should really do an image of those two at some point

@drsawzall was asking for one

There is a quiet fan theory regarding the film Event Horizon that postulates that when the gravity drive of the ship is reactivated, the resulting gravitic wave caused massive brain injuries to the rescue crew, resulting in visions, paranoia, erratic behaviour and for the unstable already amongst them, psychopathy. From this lens the film goes from a house of horror in space, to a medical disaster film. Worth a second watch knowing that it is brain damage that is causing what is happening.

The Zodiac was cruising through the Othari Sector, and the bridge was quiet. It was a normal day. A routine day. The kind of day that the crew had learned to appreciate after months of terror. Hollis was in the medbay, recovering from the shuttle crash. Cole was in the center seat, getting used to command. Tweek was at the helm, tired but content. And the stars were streaking by in a peaceful, hypnotic blur. Nobody expected anything to go wrong. And then the ship hit something.

Edward's learning

Stand and Deliver

Good morning

The rain had begun again by the time Edward crossed London Bridge, a fine, misting drizzle that clung to the wool of his coat and settled like a cold sweat against his skin. Southwark lay ahead, a dark, sprawling warren of alleys and low-timbered taverns that smelled of river mud, cheap gin, and desperation. It was a place where gentlemen only went when they wished to remain unseen, a sanctuary for the city’s underbelly. Edward kept his head down, the collar of his threadbare velvet coat turned

London, September 1748 The trick to escaping Bedlam, Jonas had discovered, was not to be the maddest man in the room. That honour belonged to the fellow in the next cell who spent his days trying to catch flies with his teeth and his nights singing hymns in a language no one had ever heard. No, the trick was to be just interesting enough that the keepers forgot to lock the door properly. He had been at it for three weeks. Three weeks of asking the right questions in the wrong way. Thre