Roadhouse Vignette Gaiden: Desert Negotiations
Somewhere over the mountains to the east past Malachite Falls. A back alley in the small city of Los Juramentos, 15 miles out from Las Promesas. Pax rubbed their nose with their sleeve, brushing the grimy chain wrapped around their hand against the...
Roadhouse Vignette Gaiden: Mountain Oaths
Pax and Russet were sprawled on the pull-out couch in the abandoned Horndogs' clubhouse up in the mountains overlooking the desert to the east, and on a clear day, you might even be able to make out a hint of the coast on the horizon to the...
Roadhouse Vignette Gaiden: A cold wind in Autumn
The evening grew long, and something about it was ill at ease. Even the air didn't feel right. Too cold for a summer's day, too humid for an autumn evening, She took a long swig from her beer, Looking at the hippo barkeep. Ordinarily she'd be teasing...
Roadhouse Vignette Gaiden: That One Time in San Destro
In what felt like another lifetime, Sam recalled the feeling, The drinking, the fighting, the racing and over and over and over and over. The nights wheeling into one another, miles on top of miles miles, odometer ticking up day after day, hours in the...