Treavor's brothers torment him constantly, making his existence miserable and Stepmother has not a single idea, nor interest in what's going on. After they push him far enough to fall into the Void, he comes face to face with a question: Does he truly want them dead?

Maybe letting Fontaine Futuristics route a little sister tunnel through your apartment in exchange for free plasmids wasn't the best of promotions.

Tenenbaum and Eleanor enlist the skills of a renowned surgeon to free Subject Delta from his suit and reverse the splicing done to him in Rapture. Eleanor is determined to save his life as well as her own no matter the cost, but… …what kind of person will Father be once he gets his memories back?

A small piece I wrote for a zine a few months back. On the orders of Spymaster Burrows, a team of intrepid adventurers plunges into the heart of Pandyssia on a mission that will change the face of the Empire.

Twenty-five years ago, the city of Taneth fell to the Aldmeri Domain, the traitor who sold it, vanishing into the night, the survivors of the disaster, left to pack up the pieces of their lives and flee. Rayya is one such survivor. After a childhood marred by hardship, she's made a new life for herself. But ghosts of the past have a way of showing their faces when you least expect.

Technically, big daddies don't sleep. But they do dream of what it'd be like to shed their skin.

Aegis, freshly unfrozen, has settled into her new life rather nicely. She has a purpose, a routine, a sense of security in her quiet corner of the map. No longer does she have to worry about passing as someone other than herself in order to follow pervasive social mores. But surviving a post-apocalypse is not easy. The needs of her body are always driving her further into danger...

Four thousand years ago, the ancient precursors of the Eyeless Gang found the boy who was destined to become their god. Standing in their way was his vengeful, greedy father, who would demand any price, any wish that they could possibly grant in return for the boy. But even with everything he ever wanted within reach, the one thing he could not give up is power over his son.

A Native Pandyssian tells of the origins of the Rat Plague and the Marked King who set it loose on the world. A sort of prequel to my upcoming long fic, "The Doom of Pandyssia."

On that day, the lesson that half a dozen doomed warlords had failed to grasp was at last made clear. Reward without risk is nothing. Gamble everything on the roll of the dice, on the strength of your back, on the sharpness of your mind or this world will never accept you as worthy.

Chandelier - bad spot to hide the bodies of guards - ends in tragedy.

No one visits the New Gnisis Cornerclub any longer. Its broken door is a gaping black maw through which nothing but snow and slowly accumulating trash are admitted. Inside is cold and dust and best-forgotten memories.

Mods may be all well and good for you, but did you ever think of what it is you're doing to your poor character?

The Dragonborn comes, with fire and sword, with hatred and love, with fear and longing, in terror and courage. With a hunger to swallow the world.

By removing one person, you change the world for the worse. All passion, all lust, all kindness, all mercy, all envy, all hatred, all love, all sorrow, all indomitable will - gone in the time it takes to slit a throat. I learned not to do that anymore.

What is this strange meat? So sweet, so tender, delicious I like it a lot

I don't know where I am. In a general sense, it's deep underground in a train station somewhere in Virginia, trapped in endless maze-like corridors as I strain to find a door that would lead me back to daylight. I am trying not to panic. Just stay low to the ground, I tell myself. Take it slow and you'll make it through.

You think on the doctor's proposition, feeling faintly sick in the pit of your stomach. You miss your husband. More than anything in this rotten world. With a passion surpassing death. You are lonely beyond reason, trapped outside your own time, given a great gift you never asked for. Your heart leaps at the mere thought of seeing his face again. And yet…you are harboring doubts.