Battle Of The Bitches

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Landfall

Ana-Marie had sat at the crafts bow as Island 428 slowly appeared over the predawn horizon ahead. Read More

Mass Effect and Me

Ah, like my true love, I still remember the day I first met Mass Effect. The countless hours of immersive game play that followed are, for the most part, something that intellectually and creatively shaped me into who and what I am today.

So, if you will, I’m going to share my story with what became one of, if not the most impactful video game series I’ve ever played.

So now, I’m gonna’ tell you a little story. Read More

Concepts, Sketches and Practices

So yeah, it’s been a while since I last posted anything, so here I am, but don’t worry, as I said in a previous post, I’ve got some things in development.

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Dûm Walker

I feel as though time itself has finally halted completely, there is no distinction between moments anymore, this planet, and everything on it, ceases to have meaning or any understandable quality to it. Everything that mankind had achieved, its history, its constructs and its intricately woven beliefs have now dissolved into the haze of radiation. I think, or so I believe as far as I can tell, that I am one of, or possibly the last person alive on this Earth. I am, the Dûm Walker.

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New project in development

Hello everyone, yes it is I.

So whether you may or may not have noticed but I’ve been keeping a low profile recently. I killed two people a month ago and have been in police custody until yesterday, nah just kidding. Read More

The Astronaut In The Forest Part-2

After following the vision of Alice a little way down the track, it vanished just in time for me to see that she had entered the forest. The edge of the woods were quiet, desolate, almost seeming as if they were devoid of life. I hadn’t heard her voice, but I knew Alice had christened this place as the Lonely Forest. Read More

The Astronaut In The Forest Part-1

 

September 4th, 1980

I hadn’t ever met Alice Cleaves, didn’t know who she was, but she knew who I was. I had opened her letter just as I had any other, it started out like any other fan mail, but the further I got into her letter, I could see she had seen things, found out things no little girl should know. When there’s no one around to help you, no one else that believes you, you call on Tobias Rodino, you call on me. Read More

The Statement Of Jack The Ripper

Lockwood
February, 1889

I hate the unknown, its notion, what it represents. For this has inspired my long interest in death, not for its mysterious quality, but instead its certainty. I envy death, its finality, its certainty, for when I am weak and surrounded by scenes unfamiliar, I must drive such thoughts away. I state this now, because my existence has been fraught with the terror of the unknown, what it brings, what it does. But the most terrifying thing in the world, I think, is no mere creation of man or woman. Read More

I’ll Do Anything To Be Rich

Okay, so i’m not sure just where the idea or inspiration for this set came from but i did it anyway. Like the old saying goes, i don’t usually do this, but when I do…. Read More

The Church Devil

Ethan had been sat with Vanessa O’Neil, sobbing as she had been for the last several minutes, for she already knew, or at least had a strong inkling of what had transpired. For Ethan, it was for him to explain what had happened, and how it had come to this most distressing conclusion for the woman. It had been Ethan Briggs’ problem to solve, for that was what the Spectres of Dalhurst did. Read More