By David C. Daoust Charles the First did not wait a second longer than he had to. He had already braved the desert once, he wanted to get back out there. Fact was, the sheriff got shot. This threw Charles, through and through, and a put a big old break on his formulating plans….
By David C. Daoust ‘Fuck Yeah, I’m gunna Sing!’ was the name of Blue Sands Theatre House’s premier play on Twin Crown. It was a tale of a young ‘Desert Girl’ who lived the life of a nomad on an unnamed reclusive moon, a young woman who had always dreamed of becoming an actress and…
By David C. Daoust “I can’t believe you’re a little girl too!” Dicey’s muffled voice said from within Margo- The little girl still comfortably hanging out within the massive bucket that someone had decided to use to house Margo’s Data-Sphere. “We have so much in common!” “Yep, once my friend Colin shows up with my…
By David C. Daoust Ratchet was not surprised to learn of the reaction to the tiny toy bunny that Harper used to try and communicate with the new data-sphere. He grew up with a bot, Vincent. Quality ports were important to high caliber Data-spheres. Vincent spent most of his time plugged into a small hover…