If you pressed down hard with a nail on the top of her head and wriggled, and you were lucky, it was not so difficult to pierce her skin and dig upwards. Her skin all spiralled off, taking off her hair, her nose, her lips as it went, unravelling.
Her breasts unpeeled in bumpy waves, a deeper nudity as the nipples slid away. Bloodless across the ( Read more... )

Graphic description of a panic attack below the cut:
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Nutkin held his section of the puncture wire, breath held pointlessly against the roar of engines. Ten. Closing fast now, the visions which had scrambled his squadron when they came over the horizon only a few minutes ago. Eight. Leering grotesqueries held close to their machines, belching hot smoke, gleaming red. Six. But nobody was more at home ( Read more... )

So this time I'll be looking at the gameplay and some of the story aspects. (n.b. I've only tried it alone so far).

Gameplay wise, it's pretty damn good. Certainly better with more players, and I can't help but feel it would be more interesting with more cards in the commons in smaller games. The chaining/kicker system works well and is intuitive; ( Read more... )

What would I be, had God shaped me otherwise?

I would be a sword of fire to smite the unquiet dead.

I would be the battlefield mercy, with a Qur'an and a pistol.

I would be a candle casting light into shadow

I would be Darda'il, and would not stop in your halls.

I would be your victim, and stain your soul.

I would be the worm of shame which gnaws at your ( Read more... )

The skies rattled as the old gods pulled at their chains, striking sparks to arc down to the ground, their tears of betrayal pouring down and drowning the crops in their fields. In the morning, no doubt, there would be hard work to salvage it from the rot which would surely come. In the winter there would be salted meat and grumbling bellies. But ( Read more... )

Glass fragments rained down, glinting like rubies in the harsh white light. Eloise panted with exertion, sparkling fists still clenched. She turned to count the mirrors - two, four, six, eight, nine - all hanging empty like yawning gates. She dropped into an easier guard, still ready, but muscles no longer coiled for the immediate action taught by ( Read more... )

I haven't played it yet, just browsed the booklet and the cards. So I will say nothing at all about the gameplay. But. Oh. My ( Read more... )

"Girl! Come here!"
I hurried to my mistress' voice, brushing gravel from my hands. "Yes Mistress?"

"It's not working!"

"What's not working, Mistress?"

"This dratted coffee machine! I'm trying to power it with the bio-geomancy, but it keeps spitting out arabian when I put in hazelnut. Useless thing." I blinked. The greatest revolution in geomancy and ( Read more... )

Could you hold this laptop for me? Cool, I'll just be a minute ( Read more... )