I knew a man once. They called him the Iron Dragon. He was a general in the army of the Union when I was still a pup. There wasn't a man alive who could match his skill with a blade, or his compassion and generosity… He was a good man, a kind man, famed for his heroism ( Read more... )

-ink that did it. Now then. [The voice is a cheerful one, at odds with the grim black skull staring down at the NV. A skull which promptly raises one very human hand and gives a jaunty little salute to the camera.]So, I've heard tell that death is a rather impermanent thing here. Quite unusual, wouldn't you say? I don't suppose anyone could tell me ( Read more... )

[The video feed flickers on as what seems to be a cover of some sort is lifted off the camera. The NV appears to be lying flat, looking directly up at a blank ceiling. There's a shadow moving just nearby, though apparently not paying the device much attention, and a voice, masculine, calm but laced with good humour, which seems to be talking to... ( Read more... )