Writings

I remember it being a cold night for the Nevada desert. I was thundering down Highway 95 at over 100 miles per hour, hell-bent on reaching Las Vegas before the…

I look out upon the dark advance of the unending and unyielding Chaos, and as much as those from your era would be struck with terror at it, to me…

It’s a wild, wild wasteland out there, that’s for sure. No place safe these days… not since the Atom War a century or so ago. At least, that’s what they…