Only two days after which Frodo Baggins would have said he felt comfortable navigating the compound and the island country around it, everything changed. The world itself went from lovely and blue and warm to some strange and complex city. The very clothes on his back had changed. To his utter dismay, the streets were now oddly cobbled ( Read more... )

The latest round of Island Council elections were finished, and I once again had the job of posting the results to the Compound bulletin board:
Tabula Rasa Island Council - Term 12

General RepresentativesShari Cooper ( Read more... )

“I’m sorry, Sam,” whispered Frodo. The truth of the situation found him only when it was too late; the thick webbing he’d been caught in now seemed to cling everywhere. “I’m so sorry.” He had freed himself, but at what price? Sting was now gone, and Smeagol fallen to what could only be his death. The once-hobbit had betrayed him in the end, and any ( Read more... )