Week - 162 Fallout, The Wurymmar Story: Part One by scarrift

Description: "And now I must ask you, all of you, gathered here tonight," the blue Lupe growled. "Who is the true leader of this pack?"

Week - 163 Fallout, The Wurymmar Story: Part Two by scarrift

Description: "Yes, Scar I do want revenge," Wurymmar growled. "I want to be stronger so I can have my revenge against those who hurt me."

Week - 164 Fallout, The Wurymmar Story: Part Three by scarrift

Description: Scar had lectured him continuously on his mistakes and the improvements he needed. No kind words. No pats on his back. Nothing.

Week - 165 Fallout, The Wurymmar Story: Part Four by scarrift

Description: What if I just leave and never come back … No, I couldn't do that. Scar breathed a sigh. I guess I have to enter then.

Week - 166 Fallout, The Wurymmar Story: Part Five by scarrift

Description: "Hmm, he looks about ready for the machine, don't you think, Scarven?"

Week - 167 Whiteout: Part One by scarrift

Description: “I’m sorry, mister, I didn’t know, I … I mean I didn’t mean to. It’s just your diary was fascinating … I mean, I’m sorry,” I stammered.

Week - 168 Whiteout: Part Two by scarrift

Description: It had been a week since I arrived at Arrazaddan the Draik's tower somewhere in the wilderness of Terror Mountain and, due to the intense snowstorms that still plagued the landscape, I was trapped...

Week - 169 Whiteout: Part Three by scarrift

Description: I knocked again and yet there still wasn't any reply, not even a grumble. Curious, I turned the knob and entered the room. The study was very much the same as I had left it a week ago: cluttered, dusty and bone-chillingly cold.

Week - 167 Project VIRGIL by scarrift

Description: "I am not familiar with the request 'feel'," said the Lupe in a confused tone. "Subject Virgil is ready to receive input on the term, master Cole."

Week - 211 The Lost Desert Dagger: Part One by scarrift

Description: I had lost track of the time I spent being held captive in the dungeons far beneath the sands of the Lost Desert. A month? A year? A decade? I had stopped counting in the end. It was pointless, utterly pointless...

Week - 212 The Lost Desert Dagger: Part Two by scarrift

Description: I was still where I had lain down to sleep a few hours ago; cool sand dunes stretching in all directions as far as the eye could see, illuminated dully by the sliver of a moon hanging lazily in the desert sky...