It was a bleary, gray, smoggy, foggy, damp morning at the train station. The brick platform was full of people. Steam billowed all around. Our equipment was successfully crated and deposited in the
It is morning, and the train comes to a halt. According to the conductor, the track has been blocked by a herd of crazy goats, and we are to disembark here, in the
To say that anything about Malverarey or his environs was a surprise would be a lie. This was your typical more-money-than-sense Bastiard who held both an enduring single-minded obsession and a massive wealth
Back in May, one of the regulars on the Exalted Funeral Discord put out a call for an artist to “draw a really shitty small wizards tower.” Something about that captured our communal
Back on June 3, in the midst of justified unrest demanding that BLACK LIVES MATTER, this message was posted to the Exalted Funeral Discord:
In less than 2 weeks, we would publish a
