Covers to Games |
1 A generic pale blue building with
era-sensitive graphics. War game.
2 Ruined cars of a post-WW2-era. Looks
like a graveyard.
3 Angry man, black and white
illustration. Lonely.
4 Massively ...
Posted by on Thu, 07 May 2009 15:27:00 GMT |
Hands |
Helmholtz pried the weapon from Gibbs' clammy hand. The sweats had started and blood sugar was dropping. One of the added bonuses of being an alcoholic was diabetes and add in stress with the th...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Dec 2008 16:54:00 GMT |
The Cylinder (Blood Porridge) |
The barrel whirred and ran smooth. Oiled not by an obsessive pouring hours of interest over an object. No, by someone who might have to use an actual piece of machinery and it might save his lif...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Nov 2008 16:33:00 GMT |
The Lightbulb |
The lightbulb swang. It showed up a small freak show of features. Redish curls of beard and bad bifocals and a river of Rhineland looking at a large piece of metal. The longhair looked very worr...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Nov 2008 17:12:00 GMT |
13 Silver Bits |
The black dude, he called himself Judas, kept bursting into song. Right fucking annoying Gibbs thought. Helmholtz busied himself with business. A small matter of a passive-aggressive long-hair t...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Nov 2008 19:33:00 GMT |
The Gun |
The Gun
The stock of the C-86 'Broomhandle' Mauser sat comfortably in Helholtz's hand. A fist of World War Two technology staring at the embodiment of alchemic knowledge. Dr Okkult was standing, wipin...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 16:29:00 GMT |
A long time away |
Adjunct
Heep bought the drinks. Which was nice of her, considering the company that she was keeping. The pub they were in was just capable of standing on its own. Which was more than could have been s...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Aug 2007 17:23:00 GMT |
