20
Jun

Obsidian Devil and the Dead Man’s Hand

by H.P. Lovecock (力。下。愛ちんちん) illustrated by beili New Mexico Territory, 1859 I’d rolled into Last Ditch three days back, horseless and little more than a rucksack and the rags on my back. A sole free man wasn’t unheard of in these parts, but the more downtrodden I appeared the better. I assumed Slick Sam and […]

23
Mar

Palindrome International

by H.P. Lovecock (力。下。愛ちんちん) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/353310.html) Let’s do a thought experiment: say you had a button that caused simulated pain. Sort of like the Milgram experiment, but in a different context. Let’s say you have four pixels on a screen in front of you, and whenever you press the button a tiny speech bubble pops […]

23
Feb

Heir

by H.P. Lovecock (力。下。愛ちんちん) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/349962.html) In my village, the elders tell a story of what was and what is to come. Long ago, the people of the Warlord Lands emerged from the depths of hell and invaded the Kingdom of the Sacred Mountains. They wore armour imbued with the spirits of evil demons and […]

2
Nov

Rites of the Witch Boy

by H.P. Lovecock (力。下。愛ちんちん) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/343090.html) “I can’t quite describe what I saw that night on All Hallow’s Eve, it was something so marvelous and terrible and unspeakable. The more I focus on it the more something in my mind seems to push back against it, like some force outside of my mind doesn’t want […]