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Chapter 13: Losing Your Fear of Authority

***DREAM***

“Where’s the other passenger!?” Carol demanded, threatening to remove another toe. Gramma had already driven away and Tom had lost his lunch. A couple times. Carol was thorough.

“I thought you were the other passenger!” Ken shrieked.

“Obviously not. How many more people know about what the Crypts can do!?”

“The what?”

“The gold disc in your pocket that let you walk through shit!” Carol shouted.

“Just me, just me! they’r...

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Chapter 12: The Interrogation

***DREAM***

“Tom! Cops are here to talk to you!”

Tom sat up out of bed with a sharp intake of breath. Carol was there, as always, peering down at him.

He ignored her, tugging on his pants and shirt before heading for the closet. The aluminum bat from his brief baseball career in middle school was finally going to get some air time.

“What are you doing?” Carol asked, head tilted.

“This is a dream.” Tom said, sliding his palm along the aluminum. “The ...

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Chapter 11: Supervillains are Closer Than They Appear

Holy shit, Kenneth thought, looking down at the bent needle in his hand as he walked out the door and took a seat in the cruiser. He’d palmed the safety pin from his tie and pressed it into the meth-head looking girl’s shoulder when he’d ‘stumbled’.

Ken didn’t really know what to expect. The person who’d been in the front with Lily Smith, the one he was looking for, likely had some kind of doodad granting them inhuman toughness. Hence the lack of roadkill that nig...

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Chapter 10: Consequences

“That’s horrible!” Tom gasped. “What happened? Is she – I just…don’t know what to say.” He tried not to oversell it. The Cop gave a sympathetic furrowing of the brows, and a silent nod.

And the award for best actor goes to Tom Graves for the picture ‘Wasn’t Me’…

Grampa raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms disapprovingly behind the cop. He’d been around Tom long enough to recognize bullshit. The cop didn’t know Tom’s tells, though. As low as...

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Current events

Sorry there wasn't an update this week, I was busy getting everything ready for the pre-order and such, haven't had much time to write, hence no updates,
Spent the last 2 days babysitting my 1 year old nephew, as well. That was fun.

Updates will restart tomorrow, (monday) now that we're past the book release hustle.

The chapters are going to be ~2k apiece, expect more of them per week than Systems.

See you guys tomorrow!

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Chapter 9: The Horse Metaphor

***AWAKE***

I can’t believe I got away with that, Tom thought, shaking his head. Who carries around bear spray!? Tom had also learned that Jacob had a ‘dodging the cops’ kit in the back of his truck.

I guess that makes sense given Jacob’s favorite pastime. Tom had waited uncomfortably outside the truck while his work friend got ‘recharged’ before he’d driven them home.

Tom really couldn’t complain though. Jacob had basically single-...

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Chapter 8: Getting Your Hands Dirty

***AWAKE***

“Are you okay man?”  Jacob asked.

“Yeah, just desecrating my girlfriend’s grave. You know how it goes.” Tom said, wiping the tears on his sleeve and continuing to dig. He’d scoped out the graveyard several times in his sleep and figured out exactly how long it took to dig down to Lily’s casket, but he still lost it every time. The smell of his girlfriend’s grave was going to linger in the back of his mind for years.

Thankfully they didn’t n...

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Chapter 7: Customer Service of the Damned

***DREAM***

Tom checked the state of the soul engine every night in his dreams, climbing onto the roof of the old folk’s home and checking the lump of gold. Tom wasn’t sure how he would tell whether or not the engine had caught a passing soul…

Until it did.

Tom didn’t know how he was feeling what he was feeling, but when he looked at the fist-sized chunk of gold that last night, he felt the sensation of some kind of power sizzling against his soul. Or maybe ...

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Single Dad//Teen Necromancer

I have been editing Dungeon System the last few

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FAQ about next month

A patron asked me most of these at once, so I decided to make a faq out of it.

Can you post a rundown for what happens next month?
Editing/publishing and storyboarding new series.

Are you taking a break for all the publication stuff?

Sort of? Editing and storyboarding is less demanding than writing, by a bit.  

Are you starting something new?

Yes. (Working title) Teen Necromancer//Si...

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Chapter 25: Starfish

Vresh sat in her favorite restaurant, taking gasoline shots with a shaking hand. Real gasoline was far less smooth than diesel, but she wasn’t in the mood to enjoy herself.

And it’s over, just like that.

She’d contacted her handler in the capital, who’d informed her that the emperor had reached an agreement with the sindio during the ransom negotiations, and the ancient wizard had agreed not to pursue nuclear proliferation in exchange for small concessions.

...

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Chapter 24 take 2

The jagged teeth of the eel slammed into Jeb’s chest, parting the flesh like soft clay. Jeb’s hand clamped down on the creature’s neck, aiming to yank it out of himself. The creature’s thick muscles held it in place, the slimy skin preventing him from getting a good grip on it.

Strangely enough, there was no pain. Like before when he’d parted his ribs to remove the creature in the first place, it seemed fifth-dimension jeb was made out of play-doh.

Jeb’s hand slipped o...

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Chapter 24: S#!t Slides Uphill

Instance error resolved.

Rebooting System…

Congratulations! You have Beaten Lagross the Suppressor in a one-on-one duel. Your Power is beyond reproach!

Lagross’s Power Accolade Granted!

+5 Body +5 Myst +5 Nerve

>>>Error<<<

Several Accolades missing or corrupted. Contacti...

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Chapter 23: Fractal Snowflake

“I care nothing for the declarations of your ‘gods’!” Vex crowed up at the towering creature. “Disease-riddled addicts on life support!” He made a rude gesture, his body unaffected by the searing light emanating from the creature’s eyes.

The strange giant of scroll and stone took offense to this, slamming a hand overtop the wizard, crushing him into the floor of the dungeon.

At that moment, Jeb’s breath hitched. The restraints are gone! Glancing around con...

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Chapter 22: The Gate

Jeb tore the wriggling Ability out of Meyers’ head, shoving the System-generated living packet of information into his pocket before slipping the ring back on his finger one-handed.

Jeb kicked the general’s corpse before hauling himself up into the air, above the reach of the army ants who would notice him any second. They were busy with their black doppelgangers, but better safe than sorry.

Jeb glanced at his broken arm, feeling along the break with his fingertips.

...

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Lower tier chapters on Monday + plans

Here's the scoop.

We've gotten close enough to the end of book three that I'm going to start releasing chapters to the public.

releases will be 3-4 per week as I push them out to the public for review prior to shipping it out to Kindle.

July will mostly be spent editing/prepping the book for sale, so if you're a 10$ subscriber, this would be the month to lower your pledge  or passsover next month entirely.

After this weekend, I only see 1-2 new chapters for th...

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Chapter 21: Unfinished Business

***Casey Thompson***

“What’s a dungeon schism?” Casey asked quietly.

“When two dungeons love each other very much…” Feej said with a patronizing tone.

“Quiet. Your hostility accomplishes nothing,” Kor Tekalis said, glaring at the keegan enforcer. The stick-thin woman returned his glare.

“If we hadn’t been dragged down by spineless human nature, this mission would be over already,” Feej said, loud enough for Casey and everyone else to hear. Everyon...

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Chapter 20: Responsibility

“Jebediah!” Vresh’s voice faded into the wind as Jeb put the pedal to the metal, flinging himself violently through the air on a jet of Telekinetic Myst, heading toward his responsibility.

And if the world blows up in the meantime? Are you responsible for that, too?

Shut up, me. One thing at a time.

As he got closer, Jeb could make out the courtyard, filled with several hundred children, being led in a fighting retreat out onto the street, away from t...

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Chapter 19: To Be Named

“Explain it like I’m a simple grunt,” Jeb said, steepling his fingers. “Like I didn’t go to college. Because I didn’t go to college.”

Jeb’s twenties had been wasted on the army.

Eddie glanced at the dense math on the whiteboard and rubbed his temples, eyes squeezed shut. “It might be faster if we just taught you calc and trig first,” he muttered.

“I’m sure we could, but we don’t have that much time left.” They were already only a week away from th...

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Chapter 18: Missed Connections

A thin sheet of metal sat on a belt, it had no conscious knowledge of itself. It simply was. It moved forward with a frightening amount of speed, following the jaw-droppingly rapid pace of human industry. There were sheets of metal in front of it, and ones behind.

It could perceive neither of them.

There was a stomp hiss as the piston ahead of it came down, stamping tiny circles out of the metal sheets. Over and over, the sheets ahead of this sheet were stamped, ...

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Chapter 17: Playing Catch-up

"The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." – Albert Einstein

Split, you son of a bitch! Jeb thought, concentrating hard on the thread of Myst emerging from his palm.

When he’d first gotten started with Myst, he’d tried to split Myst into more than one thread, and it had proven so difficult that he’d labelled it ‘impossible’ and never revisited the idea. Now he wasn’t so sure. View Post

Chapter 16: Under the Surface

“Pleaaaase!” Ron begged, kneeling in front of Casey. Even on his knees, the tall ginger was almost eye-to eye with her, which Casey found somewhat irritating.

“For the last time, Ron, I am not bringing your borg to ‘triple’ life. Whatever that means.” Casey said, shrugging Ron off of her arm and looking around the orphanage. “Is Jeb around?”

“He’s off killing pirates.” A little girl shouted from where she sat in the sand with her dolly.

“Is t...

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Chapter 15: Hunting Pirates for fun and Profit

“I told you it wasn’t gonna be romantic,” Jeb said to the teen stowaways as he eyeballed the drop and clipped a bit of the fuse off the dynamite. He’d gotten the stuff from an abandoned pre-Stitch work site after a little scouring of the local desolate wasteland.

About twenty seconds of drop time, he thought to himself, eyeballing the sand-pirates below them. Best place to drop the dynamite was the fire. It would send up a huge scatter of light, blinding them and potent...

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Chapter 14: World’s Tensest Picnic

“Wow, she’s cute,” Colt said, his stance shifting upon spotting Casey.

“She’s three years older than you.” Jeb said.

“No shit?”

“She’s also got a kid.”

“Not a dealbreaker.”

"Why am I talking about –“ Jeb shook his head and glared at Colt. “Just keep your head out of your pants for the next fifteen minutes or so, okay?”

“Sure, pops, sure…” Colt said, not paying an iota of attention as Casey trudged up the mountainside....

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Chapter 13: Your Grandma Lays Eggs

Jeb let out a slow breath. The bombs were out of Jeb’s control now.

“Was that supposed to do something?” the Vex asked with an arched brow.

“Let’s just say, breakfast was C-4 balloons with a side of Myst-sensitive detonators,” Jeb said, patting his stomach. Getting it in there had been a thoroughly unpleasant experience. He wasn’t looking forward to passing them either. Assuming he lived that long.

“If you cast anything, I will become a red smear all...

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Chapter 12: Shifting Goalposts

“It’s my opinion that your best shot at getting Casey back is making her kidnapper a better offer. I’m pretty sure I saw this guy in action and I seriously doubt any combination of people I know could stop him without incurring serious injuries or death.” Jeb said, rubbing his chin.

We have come to a similar conclusion. The towel wrote on its piece of paper.

“Which kind of begs the question: Who is he, and what does he want? That’s a gaping hole in ou...

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Chapter 11: Something’s missing

“Something’s missing,” Jeb muttered, tapping his fingers on the book as he pondered.

Jeb had scoured the base and the city around it and wiped all the nukes therein out of existence, but something still felt like it was missing. Jeb wasn’t a munitions guy, he couldn’t tell for sure if something was a regular missile, a fuel tank or a nuke, so he’d gone ahead and simply turned every questionable metallic object bigger than a toaster into a bigass puddle of water.

Still,...

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Chapter 10: Lost in Translation

“You two need to run.” Vresh said, a bead of sweat forming on her brow.

“Fuck that. This guy just admitted to killing everyone here,” Steven said.

“He did?” Jeb asked, totally lost.

“Run!” Vresh shouted. Her body flickered forward, followed by a blast of wind. She raised her left hand and it flickered, a sword appearing in it. Blood geysered out of the throat of the keegan on the left, and he collapsed to the ground, choking and clutching his neck, his sheath...

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Chapter 9: 7 minutes in heaven

Jeb noped out.

“Nope.” Jeb grunted. “nope, nope, nope.” He saw the rainbow colors scintillating on the horizon beyond Terry and knew they were screwed.

“It’s the Roil!” Jeb and Vresh said at the same time.

“We’ve gotta get the fuck out of here!” Jeb shouted, lunging to his feet, pausing when Vresh’s iron grip caught his hand.

“Running away is a gamble once you’re inside it’s range, no matter how fast you are!” Vresh said. “It fluctuates ...

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Chapter 8: Wild Improvisation


***Kol Rejan, level 58 Courier***

Kol came to a halt in front of an ornate building in the wealthy district of Solmnath. He’d never had someone stop him between districts while he was wearing his courier garb, a fact that had allowed him to literally get away with murder more than once.

The building was classic keegan architecture, with open air windows to let the refreshing heat of the desert in, and carefully tended plants to baffle the wind. The entire building see...

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