A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away in the back of my mind...

"You wanted to see me Ernest?" "Ah, David. Come on in and have a seat." Ernest's office was quite large and beautifully furnished. He sat in a plush-looking leather chair behind a large cherry wood desk. I sat down in a very comfortable chair directly in front of him. I quickly removed...

Desh woke with a start. His mate Nala was shaking him frantically. "They're attacking!' Desh shook his head a few times, trying to clear the cobwebs of slumber from his mind so that he could focus. The dull roar of his tribe's voices mixed with clanging armor and weapons filled their room...

When Reaver entered the mine, he was immediately engulfed in darkness. Very odd, he thought. The strings of crystal lanterns used by the miners to illuminate the shafts were as dead as… Reaver’s ruminations were suddenly interrupted by the sound of women laughing. He retrieved a small...

Reaver My name is Reaver and they say that I’m quite mad. Who are they? Why, the moral majority, of course. You might refer to them as civilized society. I call them the walking dead because they wander aimlessly through life without really being alive. My friends tell me that I’m quite...

The gunfighter rode into the small, dirt-encrusted town just as the fourth sun had dropped below the horizon and three shimmering, amethyst-colored moons began their slow, ethereal dance into a stark night sky. A small, bullet-riddled sign with crudely painted glyphs that read: RESPIT POP. 100...