One of these days Roger's going to learn to read the manual first before running the quarterly mandatory system updates on that ding-dang robot. One day. Today's not that day. Tomorrow's not looking good either. He's got to get through Chapter 3 (Troubleshooting) first, before-

Wait, whoa whoa whoa, what. What. What happened to the lighting ( Read more... )

Tomorrow they're setting out for the Republic of Dave. Ellen's not really looking forward to the trip, as it's going to be a long one and the other two Brotherhood soldiers going with her haven't been farther from the Citadel than the Jury Street tunnels, but... whatever. Not her call to make. She'll deal ( Read more... )

By the lake today is a young woman. A girl, according most of the patrons of the bar, but by both her own culture and her own maturity, she's fully grown ( Read more... )

It's been a few weeks since Follow's-Chalk's last visit to the bar. Time enough to mull things over and reach the conclusion that if the supernatural building peopled by all manner of strange and unfamiliar people insists on following him across the desert, there's not really much point in raising a fuss. Having appeared like an ominous thunderhead ( Read more... )

Follows-Chalk had not been expecting this.

He's seen some things these past few weeks, since leaving the Land of the Dead Horse. Game is different down in the low country. People too.  Not that he's met too many, but two days back he met a man who had claimed a place from Back When as his own.

They'd done some trading, leaving Follows-Chalk lighter ( Read more... )

Ellen has had, frankly, quite enough of very long walks north, and of most of the people she's met along the way. Not that the slowly expanding Shinnecock and Onondaga Nations were particularly horrible territories to pass through, and not that the Emperor of Canadia was an especially bad man or anything- but there were just so many opportunities ( Read more... )

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Sometimes the door opens when you need it to, and sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes it doesn't for a really, really long time ( Read more... )

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Some days, you just can't deal with combat and Australia and the Resistance and what Shephard in his cleaner moments refers to as 'that pants-on-head crazy boat'. Some days you just have to get a few minutes out of the way to eat oatmeal and read a newspaper, and seeing how your world doesn't have newspaper any more and all the oatmeal is in the ( Read more... )