King Minos tasks the hero Leandros with slaying a terrible beast that lurks in the depths of an inescapable labyrinth beneath the island of Crete, but all is not as it seems, and the King is hiding a dark secret that could cost him the throne.
Armored Core (Part 15)
Meanwhile, our other heroes are busy discussing many things, from orbital mechanics, to mass surveillance, with a side of big-stick diplomacy…
An Arrival of a Rival. CH5
With the day of the final test approaching, Karika and Reiza brace themselves for what’s to come.
Being put into pairs along with a chaperone to observe and score their performance, the skills and lessons taught to them will be put to the test in a week long job trial.
How will the girls fare on their first day?
(Artwork by anchet7/maddoxfanx.)
Rapture High: Español 101
Yet another side story from the trainwreck universe of Rapture High between Sukiru and I. Here’s something to hold you over until the next piece.
Armored Core (Part 11)
Always keep your senses sharp when patrolling in an active warzone.
You never know what, or *who* you may encounter…
You never know what, or *who* you may encounter…
Armored Core (Part 10)
The game has changed. Say hello to the robots.
Armored Core (Part 09)
If you’re not willing to shell your own position, you’re not willing to win.
Rapture High – Year 4
The final year for this trainwreck story.
Armored Core (Part 08)
The longer everything is going according to plan, the bigger the impending disaster…
Mental Emasculation: Captain Morgan’s Spiced Revenge Part 11
According to the tourist guide of this proud yet sinful city, Bugsy Brown’s was one of the less reputable gentlemen’s clubs hidden within the sprawling shambles of the old city centre.
In keeping with the aesthetic appeal of ‘Den of depravity and sin’, Bugsy’s offered a more traditional experience for the less discerning customer, replete with quintessential features such as; thick velvet drapes, nicotine smoked windows, sultry lighting and an atmosphere thick with mood too make even the most angst-ridden Will-o-the-wisp choke under the oppressive ambience of the club.