Category Archives: Blank Slate (Yellow)

I don’t know what the alcohol is made from on Foreas, but it brings out the worst in people. I found this out one afternoon while taking refuge from the chaos… Continue reading →

It was hell. That’s all I could think about, between storms of gunfire and shrapnel and smoke. Bodies everywhere, and I was starting to have trouble telling the difference… Continue reading →

They didn’t ask twice about the bloodstains on my hands or the ghosts that haunted my inner vision — they didn’t need to. They’d seen it all before. Continue reading →