(mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/330329.html) Donny had seen the face of Hell, and it was a Gestetner 300-series mimeograph machine. It was, in theory, a simple process, and sitting down to do the dirty work himself was supposed to be far easier than trying to find a print house who’d run a fanzine for anything less than […]

(mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/324454.html) The weather was wet and sloppy, the sort of skyborne misery halfway between rain and snow that flaunted the worst aspects of each, and if Riaag had been able to have things his way he would’ve been spending his afternoon in a nice, dry tent with his toes thawing out in front of […]

written and illustrated by Iron Eater (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/319917.html) I can’t give you exact details, but at the time of the original incident I was living at an undisclosed address in the backwoods of Appalachia. It was a beautiful place, nothing but green during the day and deepest, most light-swallowing black at night, with plant life […]

Logan’s personal phone had been quiet for far too long and it was starting to get to him. The company phone had been active enough, of course, and he’d handled giving estimates and discussing projected shipping times without much trouble, but every few hours he found an excuse to check his messages and every few […]

Isaiah startled back to alertness when the shop bell jingled. It almost never jingled; the only reason the Rook City Miniature Railyard stayed open the few days it did was because he had nothing better to do. Not many people in downtown Rook had an interest in model trains, but the building had been paid for before the bigger, fancier leases moved in, so whenever the mood struck him Isaiah would head down and open the shop for a few hours to process customer orders or dust the shelves or whatever else he felt like. He straightened his shirt and put on his best niche-retail smile.

written and illustrated by Iron Eater (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/295827.html) The problem with bandits, Riaag mused to himself as he stirred the pot, was that they were just too damn stupid to know when to quit. Someone who stole to feed a hungry mouth could be converted, and someone who fought because they were scared could be […]