If you want the chip-truth, this used to freak me the fuck out. Not that it happened all that often, not 'til Talon found me for the first time and started to train me. Frack, I'm still amazed she didn't skrag my ass the first time we met with what I tried. I still laugh …
Category: Shadowrun
Fever Dreams
His nostrils flared at the overpowering scents of burning grasslands wafting by on the light breeze. His sleeping body shivered, reacting to buried memories of burning flesh. He rolled onto his back and then over again, thrashing against the long grasses of the prairie. He staggered groggily to his feet, lidded eyes blinking rapidly. His …
Negative in Nashville
The hot water steamed around me in the shower. Compared to the Mitsuhama resort enclave, the place was simple. Compared to my slag of a flat, the one that six months ago took nearly continuous tight interfacing, often some rough docks, and healing other geese on the side for the bosses for enough cred to pay for, well, …
Tennessee Torture
I sit in the passenger seat of the liberated hauler, shivering even with the heated air blowing. I shrug my shoulders, and pull my long legs up onto the seat, lowering my chin further into the collar of the battered black leather duster. Clammy hands jammed into the pockets, my pale blue eyes stare back at me from the reflection …
Knocking in the Knox
Meditation. Trances and memory enhancement. She says that if I do this every night before I go to sleep as part of a short trance, I'll remember shit better, plus it will help with learning new spells, new rituals, protecting my mind from others, and about a dozen other things that I am sure I …
Suck it, Minions of the White God
I thought it'd be chill. Guess I should have known this wouldn't be the kittycat run Sateen described. Just a second a go all the chummers were laughing at my jokes and impressions of the pompous priest of the white god, but now the team just linked an alert about those go-gang scum headed this way. …
Learning
I don't know why she gives a shit about this drek. She's not even going to read it, or so she says. But it's supposed to improve my skills, let me pass in all types of situations or something. And that I need to know how to write and track formulae, even if its more …
Burning Strength – Part I
Pain. Fiery pain radiates out like broken wheel spokes from his shoulder. He sucks in breath through parched lips and starts to cough from the smoke filling the air, eliciting an additional moan of pain from the broken ribs on the same side of the body. Remembering the punishments for making the wrong sound at the wrong time, he stifles his …
Last Dreams 