The Fire Fire engulfed Morisel. Or, at least... it felt like fire engulfed him. Every nerve across his skin danced with pain. His lungs screamed in agony with each breath... and his mind... his mind drifted

The Camel (Part 2) Morisel had been on birds like this more times than he could spit. Even before the war. He'd been a pilot since before the Federation of Independent Planets had combined to BECOME a

The Camel "We keep finding new things to be afraid of... don't we?" The words lumbered in Morisel's mind like a Taurvarian Worm-Hound as he stared out the airlock door. Breaching was always a

Making Solo Tabletop Content If you're familiar with my blog, you already know I'm a huge f'n nerd for Solo TTRPGs. I've mentioned and featured several on my blog over the last year or so since starting

Skipping Stones - A Dead Belt Tale Is the story of Morisel - a veteran turned Belter, scraping by from one debt collection to the next by salvaging old derelict ships slowly sinking into a supermassive

The Float Out alone on the float, it was easy to forget; to put everything out, and focus solely on the task at hand. Morisel was fine with that of course. Had more than enough kickin' round in the ol'