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Dec
31
Doctor Obolensky's picture
Hauʻoli makahiki hou!
Posted by Doctor Obolensky on December 31, 2017 at 5:48pm ...1 replies

 

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Dec
28
Victor1st Mornington's picture
The sandhogs discovery...
Posted by Victor1st Mornington on December 28, 2017 at 4:38pm ...1 replies

It was a cold one this year.

New Babbage had not seen snowfall like this for a good number of years, heavy snow, day in, day out and the snow ploughs was having a hard time keeping the tram line and roads clear, infact they was having such a hard time the city municipal secretary sent out a tender for help, and the sandhogs came out of their usual month-long holiday to help out.

Mornington decided to take advantage of the...

Dec
27
Njal Edwyn's picture
Relapse?
Posted by Njal Edwyn on December 27, 2017 at 10:35am ...1 replies

Njal stood at the window, her arms curled over her stomach, a faint tremble in her knees. Her eyes had a hollowed-out look to them again, her hair in dirty clumps. “How long do I have to stay here?” “Here” was his personal apartment. A pretty enough cage, she supposed. The view was good, at least.

“For as long as it takes to be sure you won’t do it again.” Mr. Melnik replied. He and Mr. Blackcinder stood near the door, as if...

Dec
21
Dr. Aly Nightfire's picture
Loner Lane Attacks - Part II
Posted by Dr. Aly Nightfire on December 21, 2017 at 6:20am

After a long night in the lab and a shorter night of sleep, she wakes to a dim morning with the snow still coming down hard and fast. 

She sighs.

Sitting on the settie in front of the bed, she finishes tying up her boots and walks to the stairs. 

Still not quite awake she wanders into the lab and does a double take. 

Instead of a covered body, what is staring back at her is an empty steel table....

Dec
20
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Loners Lane Attacks
Posted by Dr. Aly Nightfire on December 20, 2017 at 9:40pm ...1 replies

With the last of her strength she washes the last scalpel
and drops it onto the  clean towel next
to the wash basin. She lays it down next to the rest of the pristine surgical
tools. Lining them up in parallel, a tiny bit of order in her otherwise chaotic
world .

She turns and looks
at the body on the slab. Breathes in and sighs.

“It was only a matter of time”.

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Dec
19
Njal Edwyn's picture
The Blessing of Ashes
Posted by Njal Edwyn on December 19, 2017 at 9:47pm ...2 replies

“Blessed is he who is stained by the fruit of his labor, for he knows the honesty of his own hands,” the priest intoned before holding out a bowl of still-warm ashes. Njal dipped her fingers into it, up to her knuckles and then pulled them out, giving a delicate flick to shake away any extra soot. She folded her hands together and returned to her kneeler, pressing the folded hands to her forehead in prayer.

It had...