Improvised on halloween, here is a sort of monologue, or sequence of monologues, mostly about music and ghosts.
You thought you were rid of us? Too bad, Scratchovision time! The worst song contest returns – you do have time on your hands, right? Maybe you should wash them.
One year later, fresh fears fill the depths of civilisation. Who are you, and what do you really want from life?
I was looking through the archives and discovered that last week it had been five years since I started working on the world of Tradia. I think it’s just me who cares about the anniversary, but here’s a little bonus anyway.
The conclusion to a New Year story about an ancient ceremony and the struggles of a modern politician.
The new year’s story continues, with Losyrki reconsidering her position as she experiences an ancient ceremony in the frosty north of Kylan.
Happy new year! Here’s a new story to start off 2019 – or rather 998. A politican takes part in a traditional celebration to escape the difficult decisions facing the Kylani parliament.
GOVERNMENT ANNOUNCEMENT INCOMING. Dear gods, are we doing this again?
A single midnight in early Zendor clusters together three tales of reality. In the pure depths of Dissland, nothing feels right.