written and illustrated by Iron Eater “Are you seriously one of those people who writes ‘human’ with a capital H? That’s pretty fucked up, man, especially for an academic paper.” Zofzerit frowned. “Of course I do that,” he said. “It’s a proper noun.” “It’s not, though,” said Seyyed. He rapped a knuckle against the sheaf […]

written and illustrated by Iron Eater A single pale eye followed Riaag’s hands as he gestured to a little pile of beans arranged on the low trading table at which he sat. “Now, you ‘n I both knows the worth ‘a these here beans,” he said to the owner of that eye, his tone the […]

written and illustrated by Iron Eater After the war it felt like we’d carried on for a whole year of merriment, everyone all drunk on the prospect of returning to lives free from constantly pricking our ears for the whistle of bombs or the cry of warning sirens. During this time the medical corps informed […]

by Iron Eater The little playbill in Hugh’s hand promised him a great many delights upon the stage of the Sauvageot Theater, ranging from jolly comedy to musical performance to acts described in terms most gruesomely lurid, but he had yet to have the opportunity to evaluate the truth of any such claims; until the […]

by Iron Eater By the time the golden light of the newest spring sunrise fell across Riaag’s broad back he’d been up for quite a while; waking up before dawn was no great feat during the dark half of the year, especially not for a man as busy as he was, but prepping the stronghold’s […]

by Iron Eater In the end everything always came back around to Reggie, no matter how much energy Les poured into the project, and it was coloring their work in ways Les hadn’t anticipated. Les’s morning routine involved sitting himself down at the kitchen table with his laptop to see what all the little people […]

written and illustrated by Iron Eater Aubrey and the house on Kettle Street had something of an understanding between them, namely that he would keep it clean and tidy, while it in turn would remain a home. The maintenance of a mechanical dwelling was a subtle thing, starting firstly with accepting that it was the […]

written and illustrated by Iron Eater “Goodwife Hawkins, sure it is a poor idea for a woman to live in this place, with the winters so cold and the trees filled well with savages and Frenchmen.” Clarity chuckled but did not look away from putting out the washing; with the August air soon turning from […]

written and illustrated by Iron Eater See this piece’s entry on the Shousetsu Bang*Bang wiki. The too-smooth spire of the tower sliced against the midmorning sky like the snapped-off trunk of a sapling, and even after all this time Riaag never liked fully turning his back to it. He hated that fucking thing. Sagas loved […]