Hello! My name is William Robert Wallace, the Great, but you can call me Wallace.
Lucky for you we are meeting via the Internet, so I don’t have to sniff you down to make sure you are safe to enter my space. 316 more words
So, I was chasing links this morning and ended up at a State Department travel advisory, and then this just wrote itself, really…
“The Ministry of State and Outlands alerts Imperial citizen-shareholders that the quadrennial elections are scheduled to take place in… 110 more words
We all can’t experience the joys of motherhood, and for that we are sad. However, we also won’t experience the constant picking up of toys, trying to gather the gang for bath time, and wondering how spaghetti sauce winded up on the ceiling of the living room. 57 more words
I wrote this short story after I finished playing the first two “Dragon Age” games. As happens in every role playing game like “Dragon Age,” “Elder Scrolls,” or “Mass Effect,” you accumulate lots and lots of random stuff, until your storage capacity is maxed out and you have to stop and deal with it — sell, trash, or scrap for raw materials to make other stuff. 7,265 more words