First Contact
First Contact By BigLutris 1 War never changes. Who said that? You hop out of the cargo-craft, tightly gripping your rifle, pressing it against your chest almost desperately, like a stuffed animal that reminds you of home. You scan your...
The Champion
The champion By BigLutris It is pitch dark in here but the echoes of the muttered conversations, the rustling of fur and clothes and the shuffling of hundreds of feet, paws and hooves makes it clear that this is a very big, cavernous space. There is...
Erik
The otter entered the interview room, round ears flicking nervously. He was casually dressed in cargo-shorts of dark green and a plain white t-shirt that stretched tightly over his muscled torso that contrasted nicely against his dark-brown...
Cthulhu Jr. - Introduction
He watches. He waits. He does not know what he is waiting for. But he waits. And he knows, when it's right, he will know what he has been waiting for. Time does not matter. He is unaware of this concept. Human concept. He has no time, he needs no...
The red Dragon - part 1
The red Dragon - part 1 Although it had been a long day, maybe -because- it had been a long day, Erik stood in the short queue that was lining up before the bar. He knew from experience that this might take about half an hour before he...
The Search
Day 27 Like day 26. Or day 25. Or day 11. Every fucking day looks the same here. I don't really have the time to be bored, being busy, trying to survive all the time but it is so monotonous. I get up with the birds, the annoying loud birds, eat...