By David C. Daoust Colin was not sure what Deloris was working on. Ultimately, because he never hung-out with her for so long after his body was pulled back up out of stasis. She had her gaze affixed to a…
By David C. Daoust “That there has a kick to it,” is what Gordon had jovially said to Mitch as he slid the drink, that matched his own, across the bar to him. Mitch, at the time, was in a…
I’m going to take a moment to say, as unfortunate as it is to have a Hitch, Mitch and a Dutch- I’d like to point-out, they were characters brought in several years apart. The fact that last week, I called…
By David C. Daoust “A long time ago, there were these stories that made their way around the Onion,” Gordon Hitch began as he casually tossed a small holo-mech from one hand to the other. He held the small device…
By David C. Daoust While it was true that Gordon Hitch was getting older- it hardly showed. The challenges in his life were few and far between, each overcome with a grace and style any onlooker, he was sure, would…
I spent so much time painting this, that I didn’t finish the writing part of this weeks post! 😀 Better luck next week! ty, DD << First < Prev Next > Last >> aWLoN! prt.1 Black Noon aWLoN! prt.2 Swordbearer…
By David C. Daoust Deep within the old abandoned bowels of Halfhul, two men could be found hurrying within corridors what were otherwise completely barren of people. The urgency in their step was that of those who had just barely…
By David C. Daoust One minute, Colin Vice was trudging along, arms pinned by the vice-like grip of the serpentine construct that currently forced him to march forward. The next, he was trying to track, what he could swear,…
By David C. Daoust Colin had not awoken in such a situation in quite a while. Studying the strange ceiling above, told him he had not made it back to his home chambers. Instead, wound up crashing in some strange…