She stared at a blank wall in her apartment. “I love violence,” she said. “I love nothing more than killing, and torture, and eternal damnation for unworthy souls. Tolkien is...

Inspired by Havoc’s Appendix ❤️‍🔥, the following are the sources that inspire HANDS OF STONE, a novel I am working on. As the novel is currently on the ideation stage, anything...

My third and final post for the Girly Bandwagon. This one is a poem dedicated to the bad doctor of Was It Likely fame. A poem concerning appreciation for a mentor Let’s get...

Like The Millennium Army, this is a world building exercise for a novel that I will write in the future. This one is a poem, and it concerns the lower portions of The Ridge,...

The second of three contributions I will make to the Girly Bandwagon, this one dedicated to my sibling Ags, the famous Gourd Dwarf. This one is really just an experiment...

For use in Lost Girls as a contact for a gang. This post is part of the Girly Bandwagon and dedicated to my widely beloved and adored non-binary wife. "But Nathe," you say,...

It was a long night—as long as most others—and it was temperate, the Island in the Sea was neither brighter nor darker than allowed by the moon above, and on that island, in a...

Coming north to the city states are the marching boots of The Millennium Army. They drag great machines that conjure the sun itself, and each man carries with him a rifle that...

In FATE, a player may decide to concede a conflict. This means that their character, though defeated, avoids the worst consequences of a loss. This can manifest in a variety of...

I can't sleep tonight. I had a great training session which left me very jazzed, so my mind is somewhat to active to wind down. That being the case, I figured I'd drink some...

I only love you when you’re bad—mean, angry, upset. I like when you hold grudges over nothing. I like when you interpret compliments as sarcasm, are suspicious of love. You’re...

The following are recommendations for those interested in building up their bodies with a barbell. It is the best all around tool for building strength and muscle, allowing the...

Spice up your D&D game: BJ BILL is great at blowjobs. Those who get a happy-happy time from him have +1 Morale on the next day. He will gladly give 20 a night—double the pay...

I've been preparing a bestiary for use in my next campaign. I built out 50 monsters, and then wanted to slim it down to 30. It was in this process I noticed how strong of an...

For all of my life I’ve operated as if immersed in sludge; like my body and mouth and pen are incapable of expressing what is in my heart, and so I suffer a perpetual...

Novels are not films Films should not be poetry A film should progress at a stroll’s pace A novel is a trick A film is an illusion Stones are individuals I do not wish to be...

Here are the magic items and mounts present in the Arthurian novel I've been working on: Iron Wafers: three iron-hard wafers, each three layers of dryness corrugated like...

What comes? What rumbles the earth?—loose! stone turns to rubble, rubble to clod—all under foot is mire, each step impossible for Hell's infernal rumble. Steady, steady,...

Today I worked out an outline for draft number four of an Arthurian novel I've been working on since last September. In the process of writing, one of the major struggles has...

Red paint all chipped all over coloured the barn and soaked up the summer sun to a burning atop the hill. Even from a distance it appeared like a half skinned man, kept alive...

Rick is my only real friend. Ever since we graduated and went off to different high schools, I’ve been a complete loser. Everyone at school hates me, and I hate them. That’s...

I recently finished Haruki Murakami's Norwegian Wood. The story, set in the late 1960s, has a particular sense of time and place. Characters say 'Peace' and 'Far Out' to one...

Hey there, my name is Reptomancer. You may know me from the video game “Slay the Spire.” Well, that’s kind of like my day job. I love love love dancing, more than anything I...

Thou shalt hate thy fellow man, hate, pity Paltry works of villeins, that like sown husks Are less than the sum of their parts: no grace To be found in those others, whose...

There’s this guy I know named blark. Well, that’s not their real name: that’s Mark Conway. If you Google ‘Mark Conway’ at this very moment you’ll find some very strange...

There lives a young boy, spritely yet untrained in the ways of the world, who attempted—I will grant him that it was an attempt—to rebut my most recent and, therefore, most...

You're a fan of RPGs eh? You want to write adventures, and dungeons, and run them for your friends? BIG MISTAKE BUB Instead, you should read, write poetry, or try prose if it...

I am very eager to share the Fantasy Violence monsters I've been working on. Unfortunately, the supernatural monsters can not be shared without spoiling things for my...

A man is the strength of his back—that’s what Bobby Backlat used to say. We called him that because his berth-wide back blocked out the sun, when he deadlifted it registered on...

Recently I play-tested Fantasy Violence with a group of pals, old and new, and found it succeeded in my main design goals. The rules themselves are based on Luke Gearing's...