Jack surveyed the battlefield, taking in the aftermath of the fight. The mountain pass was scattered with fallen romies.
He wouldn’t call this last wave easy, but it had been comfortable. Even though Marie couldn’t one-shot the mobs anymore, her explosive power still tore through the sw...
2025-02-26 16:53:14 +0000 UTC View PostHi, everyone!
First off, a huge thank you for participating in my recent polls! Your feedback has been incredibly helpful, and thanks to you, I’ve been able to make some great decisions.
📖 Book 4 of Hidden Class: Handyman will be ti...
2025-02-25 20:00:07 +0000 UTC View PostYour mead has aged successfully.
+3000XP in [Brewing]
Congratulations! You’ve reached level 8 in [Brewing]!
Jack’s breath caught in his throat.
“Wait… what?”
For a split second, he thought he’d misread it...
2025-02-25 11:43:12 +0000 UTC View PostAs the hat touched the surface of the bubbling hot terracoat, it hovered for a moment, as if it had landed on something solid. Jack narrowed his eyes. That wasn’t the reaction he had expected. The viscous sludge churned beneath it, but the hat remained stubbornly afloat, refusing to sink.
Hey, everyone!
I'm about two-thirds through writing Book 1 of Card Slinger, and it's time to start thinking about the best title for Volume 1. I have a few options in mind, but I’d love to hear your thoughts! Which one do you think fits best? Or, if you have a better idea, feel free to sh...
2025-02-24 12:00:08 +0000 UTC View PostDeckard lifted the lid of the chest, expecting disappointment.
A dull gleam of rust and the faint scent of seawater clinging to the corroded metal greeted him. He sighed—more junk. But as he sifted through the pile, his fingers brushed against something solid. His eyes narrowed. Maybe not...
2025-02-24 10:10:45 +0000 UTC View Post
Outthink. Outcraft.
Kai and his wife are dying. Their only chance lies inside the Daisy Trials.
This year, contestants must capture components, craft cards, and defeat their...
2025-02-21 11:19:58 +0000 UTC View Post353rd Daisy Trials, Elimination Round.
A figure emerged in the woodland, her grey tunic marked with a blue hexahedron—a clear sign of her rank as a sixth-tier mathematician. Black and grey hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing what she liked to think was impeccable skin for a...
2025-02-21 11:14:07 +0000 UTC View PostSummer of 345, A.D.
Since Neil returned, he hadn’t been to a single bonfire. When Kai asked Trudy about him, she only shook her head. “Give him time,” she said.
But Kai had never been good at waiting.
Now, he was standing at Neil’s door, kn...
2025-02-21 11:12:05 +0000 UTC View PostSpring of 345, A.D.
The fire burned low, its glow casting flickering shadows across the small gathering. It was positioned deliberately near the capital’s main square, where the summons would soon be announced. The square could accommodate thousands, making the sight of their...
2025-02-21 11:10:24 +0000 UTC View PostSummer of 343, A.D.
“Haha. I should have holographed you, Kai. Your face when you were tased was priceless.”
“That’s just too funny, Alex.”
After another exhausting day of studying, Kai and Alex were walking home. Today had been yet anoth...
2025-02-21 11:08:37 +0000 UTC View PostSummer of 343, A.D.
Kai wasn’t the first to arrive. Neil had already lit the fire, and Alex, intrigued by what was under the covered contraption, had beaten him there.
“Hey, Alex,” Kai greeted as he sat down. “What’s the old fox up to?”
Summer of 343, A.D.
“Neil, please tell me today isn’t another practical class.”
After the snakes and Damocles’ sword exercises, Kai dreaded Neil being firekeeper again. It had been too long since Neil had taught a purely theoretical class, and Kai hoped t...
2025-02-21 11:05:20 +0000 UTC View PostSummer of 343 A.D.
“Who here has heard the story of Damocles?” Neil asked.
The group exchanged glances. It was too soon to tell whether this was just a theoretical lesson or the prelude to another ‘practical’ one.
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Summer of 343 after Daisy
The sunrise bonfire crackled, sending embers swirling into the early morning air. Neil stood beside it, wearing his usual khaki shorts and that ridiculous explorer’s hat—an item he swore was indispensable for survival, though Kai had never heard a ...
2025-02-21 11:01:43 +0000 UTC View PostWelcome to my rewrite of Snap Craft!
Writing this has been an incredible experience, and I genuinely hope you enjoy it.
If you're reading for the first time—welcome! If you're returning for a second read, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Does the story flow bett...
2025-02-21 10:57:09 +0000 UTC View Post
Deckard sifted through Ratu’s cards.
Not long ago, Ratu had been playing with a fox deck packed mostly with commons, sprinkled with a few uncommons and the odd rare. But now, uncommons were the new baseline, rare cards were plentiful, and at the heart of it all was something he’d never ...
2025-02-20 11:51:40 +0000 UTC View PostGreetings, dear readers,
First off, a huge thank you for all your feedback and encouraging comments yesterday. You guys are amazing, and it truly means a lot to have such a supportive community to share these stories with.
(Clears throat before things get too emot...
2025-02-20 09:57:30 +0000 UTC View PostHey, everyone!
I came across a review on Amazon today about HC: Handyman, and it got me thinking:
"Love the story, and can't complain about the writing style. Biggest issue for me is that there is too much detail, especially when crafting. Just felt like I skipped...
2025-02-19 20:11:32 +0000 UTC View PostIngredients, check. Hot pot… ouch! Check.
Now that everything seemed ready, it was time to test the [Terracoat] recipe.
Jack dropped the wax into the pot. At first, nothing happened. Then, as the heat seeped in, the edges softened, curling in on themselves. Slowly, the soli...
2025-02-19 11:46:13 +0000 UTC View PostJack dumped the pickles from the pots where they’d been fermenting into the cooking pot. He stirred the pan, letting the ingredients sizzle in the oil until the faintest caramelization formed at the edges. As he stirred, a golden crust formed along the edges of the pan, the rich scent of pickle...
2025-02-18 10:06:28 +0000 UTC View PostAuthor's note: Thank you for your suggestions for an alternative name for 'piercers'! Even though I also liked 'breachers,' I think I'll implement one of ByLaw's suggestions and use 'scalers."
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Jack surveyed the battlefield. The scattered carca...
2025-02-17 12:22:49 +0000 UTC View PostA ramp deck. Deckard’s gaze hardened. Good thing I started building my board on turn one.
A memory flashed: a perfect hand, an opponent summoning a hulking leviathan on turn three while Deckard sat helpless, his cards useless in his grip. Not this time.
Ratu had on...
2025-02-17 12:01:32 +0000 UTC View PostJack studied Horace as he dropped down beside the group, his breath ragged, chest heaving like he’d just sprinted uphill. Dark circles carved hollows beneath his eyes, and his gear was slick with droplets—condensation from lingering ice. The usual energy in his movements was gone, replaced by...
2025-02-13 09:00:10 +0000 UTC View PostHey everyone!
I hope you're having a great week. I just wanted to share a quick update—I’ve given my Patreon a bit of a face-lift! My goal was to make it easier for you to find your rewards and benefits, so feel free to check out the 2025-02-11 16:59:00 +0000 UTC View Post
After a good night's sleep and a hastily scarfed-down breakfast, Deckard returned to AstroTerra, spawning atop the lighthouse of Trash Islet. The faint sound of waves crashing against the rocks below mixed with the distant mews of seagulls, a welcome improvement over the hum of passing cars outsi...
2025-02-11 11:27:38 +0000 UTC View PostThe bears’ gazes bore into Jack. He could feel them weighing their odds, measuring whether attacking Snowy was worth it.
Jack tightened his grip on a Molotov cocktail in one hand and the ocarina in the other, mentally running through his options. If he could rush past them, put the traps ...
2025-02-11 11:09:39 +0000 UTC View Post…good conversations over the years.
Trother didn’t know about the legend of the phoenix. He and I both agreed it was a poetic accident. Yet, it’s hard to think of a better analogy for the Ignian people. Like the mythical bird, they have risen again and again, forging stre...
2025-02-10 12:34:39 +0000 UTC View Post…more and more about the Burrows, I became captivated by the role of the Blues. I couldn’t help but laugh when Trother first told me about the fearsome and mighty Blue Monarchs. Amused, he asked me why, and I explained that there was a butterfly species on Earth called the blue monarch. W...
2025-02-10 12:33:45 +0000 UTC View Post“The settlements, even though they have evolved from the original designs, remain faithful to their purpose. Each part plays a role in the survival of the tribe. The Throne Room, where the king lies ready to serve when called upon, and the AI mainframe, which oversees the settlement’s fun...
2025-02-10 12:32:11 +0000 UTC View Post