We're rolling now. --- 6. The Death Tribe and the Goddess Tobun's hut was modest in size compared to some of the other dwellings in the village. Some tribesmen had built their homes into the largest trees at the edges of the clearing, leading to some intricate and large designs. Their eldest member, however, was … Continue reading Doctor Who: Red Right Hand – Episode Six
5. Time Lord, Time Bandit The village of the Kinzix tribe was a far hike from where the Captain's ship had come down, and the forest grew thicker around them before they began to see signs of habitation. Sparse game trails they followed soon turned to well-worn paths with ruts from carts, but even then … Continue reading Doctor Who: Red Right Hand – Episode Five
4. Vexes and Vexation "Never heard of such a thing," Captain Light replied gruffly. "And besides, the TDI spans universes, there are bound to be plenty of things they're into that I've no business knowing." "I would think the ability to create miniature universes from scratch would be difficult to conceal. That's a lot of … Continue reading Doctor Who: Red Right Hand – Episode Four
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... froot loops ... Okay, in that commercial, you aren't even playing Super Mario Bros. and that really irritates me. You're cheering about mashing buttons during the preview screens, that's excessively irritating. Somewhere, someone thought this was okay, but it's not. I refuse to buy Froot Loops now. If I see Froot Loops, I pull … Continue reading Paroxysms: Marvel, Gaming, Froot Loops
I think I should tell you, I'm now back into this story. I had abandoned it for so long, I thought I might never return to it. And, honestly, it wasn't until this chapter that I finally realized I've got a nice little story going here. Expect more soon... Additionally, I've been working on some … Continue reading Doctor Who: Red Right Hand – Episode Three
If you were to find yourself so inclined to dive into that mirror, you would likely find me halfway through that diamond maelstrom, regarding you with disdain from some reflective abode - perhaps a corner of shattered glass, an edge, a wink of light among thousands. That's what you want, and you know it … Continue reading Day Twenty-Eight – A Message Written in Mustard Beneath a Park Bench in a Secluded Spot Near the Lake Where Maddie Gantt Found the Possum With the Eye Infection