This week, with Thanksgiving around the corner, we want to shine a light on the next steps in our development, and outline out what our...

Ok everyone, announcement time. I am beyond excited to announce that Paul Jenkins has agreed to join our team as a strategic advisor and...

Why Publish the Book as a NFT? Let me preface this by saying that neither I, nor my writing partner, have ever published anything...

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XV. Danny Danny Fishfingers could not believe his motherfucking luck. He just turned eighteen years old and had been an orphan since he...

The only thing left of Brant McCain on Earth was a car in the parking deck. This was simply moved a couple of streets over and picked...

The tension remained in the room as the secretary returned quickly with two VR helmets for the men. Undoing the sleeves of his shirt and...

McCain sat in the stylish lobby of the up and coming video game production company, Sugarpig Productions. It was located in a wealthy...

McCain looked around and blinked his eyes several times to take in the scene. What looked like a newly renovated apartment building, sat...

Over the next several weeks Detective McCain and several other members of the Atlanta Homicide department picked up a string of unsolved,...

Brant followed his gaze up from the designer shoes to the white dress pants and matching jacket. The man's shirt was an off pink and was...

Detective Brant McCain was a local, which was rare in this city. He was a local in the sense that his family was from there, and had been...

Danny Fishfingers could not believe his motherfucking luck. He just turned eighteen years old and had been an orphan since he was about...

VIII. The Game Begins A wave of vertigo overtook him as the scene quickly shifted from a roughly pixelated game library screen, to a...

If he had to guess what architectural style this race of angry chinchilla people were going for, it would have to be whatever style it is...

He imagined hell a lot as a kid, growing up in a time when an established global community was brought to its knees by problems thought...

The living were shackled and marched between the animated dead that led the attack, and those that were added after. Butterscotch...

It was raining outside. The pounding torrent was making the thatched roof sway under the weight of the blanket of water that was...

He knew from playing games as a child when a long cutscene was incoming, but this time he decided to not skip the dialogue and get...

A club struck him right above his eye, and the last thought he processed before his brain switched off his consciousness was, “That was a...