I take my time, light the cigar and blow creamy rings above me. Mild mannered The Grant, Marketing God, Media Darling…human. Naked and scarred like all men of power. The night creeps behind its veil, the dome shifting from crimson and gold to bruised greens and violets.
The cigar and finish and I must cleanse.
Well, Patrons, Here we are. You stuck around for so long and your donations are what kept me pushing and going. I can now tell you that a month prior, I was contacted by Amazon Music to have my scifi dystopian podcast, Beneath A Domed Sky, syndicated for them. I had mixed feelings, but signed […]
The rats, the spiders, the creeping evil things that lurk beneath our feet told you everything you needed to know. The rest on your frail, pale body, whispering their secrets, withholding their urges to taste the milky essence of your flesh.
He is Malcom. Retired mercenary. Metahuman. Preacher. She is The Rat Queen. Fragile. Immortal. Deadly. This is their story of hope and lack thereof.
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