The Source
The data chip sat on the table like a loose thread waiting to unravel something. Sync had been pulling at it for three weeks.The work was quiet, methodical, the kind…
The data chip sat on the table like a loose thread waiting to unravel something. Sync had been pulling at it for three weeks.The work was quiet, methodical, the kind…
As Sync descended into the vibrant chaos of Dante's Inferno, he felt the club’s pulsating energy seep into his senses. Each level he traversed was a deeper dive into sensory…
Sync barely had time to return home before the sky turned angry once more. His steps were light as he dodged the detritus littering the sidewalk by the entrance of…
Sync winced as he touched the black and blue patch of skin surrounding the datajack adorning his left temple. The job was success; but it also nearly wasn’t. The contusion…
Through the apartment's lone window, a neon sign stuttered—a blue and red pulse that draped Sync's sparse quarters in a wash of colors too vibrant for the room's worn edges.…
The goal of this blog is to share the gaming journey of a group of friends in the world of tabletop gaming. Be it a board game, a tabletop RPG…