Distress

Through the winding, forceless chasms of the outer void, a beacon chimed its detectable pulses without end, without expectation of a return.

The Knights of Acedia

One way or another, Beto didn’t feel like drawing his sword today.

Sometimes I am a persona. Other times, I’m poison.

I never did like going to the grocery.

When I awoke, the darkness overwhelmed.

“So I have this theory…”

“So, tell me about this dream again.”

Detective Jax “Diamond Eye” Bishop couldn’t crack it. Not yet.

Back firmly against the fraying wood below the sill, Leonardo spun the chamber of his revolver with a snarl.

“‘Here there be monsters,’ they say… Aye, we’re beyond the edge ‘o the map we are.”