It was mid-day so most of the slaves were in the large room that served as the industrial complex, busy working.

Until something went Whump, whump, whump, whump.

There was a creeeeaaaaking groooooooaaaaaning sound as the roof was torn off. People screamed and took cover, Magog screeched, and dust and rubble rained down. There was a tremendous ( Read more... )

The good guys came riding in on their shining, white steeds, swords glinting in the heavenly light that poured through the clouds ( Read more... )

It started as an ordinary morning. The roster had been passed out, a list of needed supplies had been given, and the scouting party made ready and headed out for the day.

It didn't go so well.The groups filtered back around the same time, out of breath, panicked, some injured ( Read more... )

Rev walked through the halls and tunnels of the hive, surveying the day to day goings on ( Read more... )

(( Jim's Processing.Most everyone in the breeder pits has already had the good sense to lose hope. Jim, who hasn't, is finding that out the hard way ( Read more... )

Everyone gears up. The only gear the purple woman, with her white, pupilless eyes and pink facial tattoos, needs is a quarrel full of long metal darts strapped across her back. She waits until everyone is done ( Read more... )

Jim Hawkins’ world is an explosion of a Technicolor sunset, this is true. But you’d be surprised, really, how dim it can get in the industrial canyons of Montressor on a cloudy day at high speeds. And on a solar-surfer, “high” is the only kind of speed you can get ( Read more... )

Krauser's busy on the second floor. There's a window here that's been broken, and he's trying to barricade it without knocking the rest of the glass out. He figures any Magog trying to get through will be unhappier if he leaves it there ( Read more... )

[OOA: Harth and Revernd Bem-- I mean, Red Plague-- discuss their farming efforts... ]

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It was irony that the eldest Magog is sitting at a broken, plaster-dusted kitchen table in the little row home that was decided as the drop point. His fellows--younger siblings, if they could be called that--are prowling around watching out the windows ( Read more... )