By David C. Daoust Still, stagnate, heat blasted air, stifling— dark, with a cacophony of industrial noise that seemed to vibrate the very hull of the repurposed Crucible of Halfhul. ‘Who would want to come down here?’ Colin Vice thought, once again, as he stewed in his predicament. The hard metal floor– made up…
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you- The funniest page ever made! (yep, this is what I managed to restore from that blue screen of death debacle a few weeks back!) Quality, single page print of this one image… um… $1,000,000.00! Don’t fall for the imitators, guys. I think this might have been a better joke…
By David C. Daoust The Organization stretched throughout the Solar System. However, Bernard found himself living and working, the most, among the people of the Trade Consortium. His friendship with Zeke Otomo, led to many business opportunities. The two were a symbiotic pair; one side on the up-and-up, the other, hidden in the shadows….
I so do not want to redo that entire page! For those that missed what’s going on around here, (a couple weeks ago) I had just started to put the finishing touches on the latest ‘Scribe of Nightsong’ page, when my computer went fucking ape shit crazy and showed me the blue screen of death!…