What kind of criminal organization would you guys like to see Garth get involved in? I'm having a hard time deciding on one. Of course there's nothing stopping him from dipping his toes in more than one, but I want a solid idea of what people find interesting to read about.
2019-03-09 20:50:31 +0000 UTC View PostGarth seized the knife blade in his right hand with an application of Barkskin, then bashed the back of his head against the man behind him.
Wha- The leaders smile faltered, and he hurried to draw his blade when Garth kicked him in the diaphragm, using his friend for extra leverage.
Two more thugs rushed him, and Garth grabbed the guy holding his nose behind him and launched him at the approaching men.
They toppled to the ground in a tangle of limbs.
Garth...
2019-03-08 21:35:27 +0000 UTC View PostI was thinking about it last night and I don't think I'm satisfied with how it turned out. I was trying to show how much more powerful the bad guys were, but I think that just made it anti-climactic.
So I'm thinking about making it a bit more epic, have him take out a few of the bad guys and making sure Sandi dies first, for a little extra juice, for some hulk smash.
I feel like an epic death where he kills a bunch and sees everyone else die first will ease the transition to the...
Garth put a hand underneath him and shoved off the ground, propelling himself up and away from the insect-creature.
Garth tumbled awkwardly through the air, tucking his limbs in as the creature eating Mutton-Chops flinched and snapped at him, hissing in indignation as he flew over its back.
Sailing through the air above them, Garth got his first good look at the creatures in the second before he hit the ground again.
Smooth, flat bodies with a teardrop shape. long, oa...
2019-03-06 21:48:09 +0000 UTC View PostGarth paced back and forth, dressed in a sharp black suit, his shoes clacking on the wooden floor as he slapped a riding crop across his palm.
Behind him was a chalkboard with Detention written on it in big fluffy letters. In front of him was a classroom full of perfectly arranged desks, empty save for two.
Beladia and Pala, wearing schoolgirl outfits.
The dreamscape was rather fluid once you got the hang of it.
Pala didnt really fill out the outfit, being...
2019-03-05 04:05:46 +0000 UTC View PostMs. Banyan? Garth said, staring.
Jesss face, carved out of wood, was staring back at him. More of the identical dryads stepped out of the woods, their eyes fixed on Garth.
My lord, we have to escape, Ellanore said, putting herself in front of him, a delicate longsword raised to defend him. Commendable, but Garth was the one with spare bodies.
Move aside, child, Ms. Banyan said, nudging Ellanore aside with her spear.
When Ellanore refused to budge, ...
2019-03-03 03:58:04 +0000 UTC View PostGarth fell a good four feet and landed on the dirty ground, bruising his shoulder. The light in the room was blinding, but it wasnt bright, it was more like hed never experienced light before.
What the hell, I was playing cards with Hank
He squinted, trying to take in his blurry surroundings.
He was naked, for one.
Dirt walls.
Bloodstained altar.
Dozens of naked cultists surrounding a strange magic circle with about six dead guys piled...
2019-03-02 03:14:19 +0000 UTC View Post
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2019-03-01 01:38:43 +0000 UTC View Post
The formation of orcs melted away from the onslaught of zombie humans, torn apart by the horns of bulls stronger than they had any right to be, walking engines of destruction. Seagulls swooped down from above, pecking at the soldier’s exposed eyes with deceptively sharp bills, all the while mimicking the screams of their victims.
“No, stop, help me! It hurts!” The seagulls screamed jovially in their awful voices.
Argus, in the center of the formation, turn...
2019-03-01 01:35:17 +0000 UTC View Post
Garth felt a cold steel circle snap shut around his neck, and his Mana Sight popped off like a defective lightbulb, leaving him with the mundane view of the world he’d almost forgotten.
Garth was hauled to his feet, feeling slowly returning to his limbs a moment before manacles were placed on his feet and hand. The Orc gave Garth’s regrowing arm nub a confused stare for a moment before he shrugged and left the last one hooked onto itself.
Good. In a few minu...
2019-02-26 07:41:38 +0000 UTC View Post
Argus looked Garth up and down as the orcs flanking him advanced.
“Here I thought someone who caused this much trouble would be stronger, but I won’t complain about my good fortune,” Argus said with good-natured grin. “I’ve been ignorant of how weak everything is In the Outer Spheres. Desensitized, I suppose. Even someone only on his second tier like you can carve out a nice little kingdom.”
Garth raised his left hand and summoned a Lantern, emptying...
2019-02-25 06:20:16 +0000 UTC View Post
**Horse**
Day five hundred and fifty two as a horse:
Assimilation of the animals of L.A. approximately 97% complete. Ravens, feral cats and other vermin with high survival instincts have proven difficult. All major livestock has been turned. Estimated biomass eight thousand tons.
Resulting extra processing power has been rerouted to my show card, Dr. Daniels, while the spare bodies have been left with their animal instincts. I suspect...
2019-02-24 05:23:41 +0000 UTC View Post
“Is that horse staring at us?” Leon asked, glancing over his shoulder at the horse seemingly watching them. In response to his question, the animal bent down and started mindlessly munching on the grass.
“Psshaw, that’s just The Law making you paranoid.” Bear said, using a pair of heavy duty shears to cut the fencing outside the government warehouse. “If you want to be in this business, you’re gonna have to grow a thicker skin.”
Leon wondered whe...
2019-02-23 02:51:26 +0000 UTC View Post
Jamal found a quiet spot on the side of the mountain and rummaged through his backpack. He was having lunch early, but it wasn’t like there was anyone keeping tabs on his time card. Jamal had worked at Freddie’s once, with people telling you when you could eat, leave, shit, all with the droning of crappy music on the radio.
“Speaking of the radio,” Jamal muttered, pulling out the wooden box nestled on the top of his backpack. Jamal had...
2019-02-22 01:00:13 +0000 UTC View Post
***Purple Garth***
In the largest room of his wizard tower, Garth arranged a massive circular table.
“We bring this, the first annual meeting of the Order of Transhemispheric Doppleganger Twins, to order.” Garth said, clacking his gavel against the table before allowing it to turn to ash. “Let the record show that we have non-members present.” Jim, Sam, Sandi, Itet, Clark and Paul watched the Garths with wide-eyed awe. Or maybe it was shock at seeing gro...
2019-02-19 03:57:54 +0000 UTC View Post
They’d landed at a hub of travel and it had only taken a few short jumps and a lot of cash to make it to Earth. The other Earth. Luckily Garth had looted the palace.
I wonder what they call the two hemispheres? North and South or something? It’s not like those concepts have much meaning. You can turn a map upside down after all. Obviously this is the southern hemisphere.
Another four weeks of wandering Earth and he’d heard the rumor that someone w...
2019-02-18 05:09:47 +0000 UTC View Post
***Nega-Garth, six weeks ago.***
“God, these colors are hideous,” Garth said, inspecting his new outfit. “I mean, I’m no interior decorator, but I look like a goddamn wasp.” Garth grumbled for a moment, picking at the man-cleavage window before shrugging and looking back up at Rhenara. “I guess you’d need red skin to pull it off.”
Rhenara shrugged. “What’s the deal with the little girl following you around?”
“Oh Leanne?”...
2019-02-17 00:48:52 +0000 UTC View PostSo I'm commissioning a cover from an artist who does some pretty good high impact stuff.
(not gonna say any more until it's under actual development) it should be done late March, or somewhere around there. Of course ten dollar patrons are going to get to see the cover before anyone else.
Once the cover is released, expect your lead to drop by somewhere between five and ten chapters when I make the switch. I'm gonna shamelessly use the sex appeal of the cover to jump in the ranki...
2019-02-15 05:30:03 +0000 UTC View Post
“I had plenty of time to think about my behavior while you were gone, and memories of my own daughter kept springing to mind.” Guildmaster Eckert Duvan said, addressing Sandi. The aged corio seemed very contrite as he stopped the party outside the entrance of the dungeon.
The party of veteran adventurers gave the guildmaster several double and even triple takes as the old man took Sandi away to apologize.
“Huh, never thought he had it in him,” Bulad whis...
2019-02-15 05:08:28 +0000 UTC View Post
Geda Fared, the undisputed master of the Black Dragon Syndicate and an elder of the Fen Sha clan, enjoyed looking down on other people. His audience room gave him the superiority he craved. Half of it was covered in gold and jewels, while the other half was compacted dirt and concrete.
Of course he made his petitioners kneel in the dirt. No matter how wealthy they thought they were, they would wind up with dirt on their knees while he sat on gold that had been molded ...
2019-02-13 03:03:05 +0000 UTC View Post
Abred sat against the straw shack, trembling hand holding his innards inside his body. Both his legs were folded under him at unnatural angles, a constant source of terrible pain.
All his training undone by sheer hulking ferocity and a fucking length of wood bigger than he was.
The queen came back from where she had disappeared to further in the hive, causing Abred to clench and moan as a fresh wave of pain assaulted him.
The Tzetin tilted its head, studyi...
2019-02-12 01:35:31 +0000 UTC View Post
“Is there anything more I can get for you, my Queen?” The bright-eyed, skinny young nymph said, his four hands clasped together and his antennae bowed. The Queen must have thought it was quite a joke, assigning her the only nymph she’d expressed an opinion on.
“Bring me an entire Banta and save us the time,” Itet’chi’zzt said, tearing into the meal between shrugging and stretching, trapped in her own aching exoskeleton. She was growing, and she was raven...
2019-02-11 08:31:52 +0000 UTC View Post
“Enjoy it while you can,” Garth said, motioning to his ultimate masterpiece, a guacamole hydra burger using the last of the monster’s flesh they’d been backpacking down with them, one of the only meats that didn’t taste like complete ass down here.
“I’ve specifically designed the rest of the meal plan for the dive to be as bland as possible, so you’ll have a reason to get topside faster.” Garth said with a grin, taking a bite.
The rest of the p...
2019-02-09 21:58:11 +0000 UTC View Post
The hydra bared its twelve sets of fangs and lumbered to its feet. All told, the creature was maybe twenty feet tall, head ten feet away from the flare burning against the ceiling of the domed room. It had a massive, barrel chested body that would make an elephant look dainty by comparison. How else do you support that much weight in the neck?
The blue-green scales shone in the light, watery smooth and bright. They were tightly compacted against the creature’s skin,...
2019-02-08 01:09:35 +0000 UTC View Post
I finally got my story up on Webfictionguide.com, the guys who do Topwebfiction rankings.
So, if you feel like going above and beyond but your wallet is on its last gasping breath, following that link and voting for/reviewing my story on this site is one great way to grow the readership and help me out.
2019-02-06 08:05:05 +0000 UTC View Post
A miniature explosion echoed through the stillness of the morning as Garth’s hwacha experiment detonated with a sound like an M-80.
“Maybe we should get a book on rocket science?” Wilson asked as Sandi whooped.
“A book on fireworks might be more appropriate.” Garth said, squinting against the dawn light reflecting off the stand of trees outside the dungeon entrance.
“Again, do it again!” Sandi said, jostling his shoulder.
At least S...
2019-02-06 07:33:30 +0000 UTC View Post
The aged corio sat down at his desk with a groan, leaned over and placed his palm atop a gem studded filing cabinet.
They were in a cozy little office with a handful of trophies from a life of adventuring. The bearskin rug was a bit bristly under Garth’s feet, and he played with it while the Corio searched for the right file.
With the Bark Skin spell and Temperature Resistance, what was the point of wearing shoes anyway? Garth had recently come to realize this...
2019-02-05 02:19:21 +0000 UTC View PostI was thinking about glossing over the next year or two pretty soon, let me know if there's something that needs to be addressed, otherwise I was gonna move the story along a little bit. Establish L.A. as the hub of Earth trade, something like that.
2019-02-04 03:49:10 +0000 UTC View Post
“Let’s see… muscle tissue density vs. oxygenation.” Garth said, rubbing his chin as he studied himself in a cheap full-length mirror raided from a shopping mall.
“White meat or dark meat.” Wilson said.
The age old problem. Garth could make his muscles denser, in exchange for being short of breath that much faster, or he could increase endurance by expanding the total area his circulatory system took up. It was all about surface area.
Or he coul...
2019-02-04 03:45:27 +0000 UTC View Post
When Itet’chi’zzt arrived at her hive, the celebration was legendary.
In the handful of months since she’d sent the Mythic Cores home, their fortunes had improved tremendously. Nymphs and drones who’d worked the land by hand for hours to eke out a mouthful of shoots a day were now leading teams of banta, digging troughs to make room for rows of shoots as far as the eye could see.
Once the harvest came in the problem would no longer be how to get enough f...
2019-02-03 02:59:03 +0000 UTC View Post