Running Shoo – Episode 80

Nom manages a good throw, fair dues. I’m no expert on spear-lobbing but her form seems solid, she puts her body behind it and really gives it some oompf. She’s like a little, I dunno… wormy Crowl battle-princess. The spear goes high and there’s a collective intake of breath as everyone watches its progress. Alas,Continue reading “Running Shoo – Episode 80”

Running Shoo – Episode 79

I duck under the lintel of the shop and step outside. Beside me, I hear a little “hup!” as Nom hops over the raised threshold. As I straighten up, I see a small group of unhappy blue locals, about four or five, though others are slowing to see what’s going on. Uh-oh. We have aContinue reading “Running Shoo – Episode 79”

Running Shoo- Episode 78

I’ve been rich for about five minutes and I’m already paranoid. As we head up the hill, all the blue-skinned, poshly dressed people of Ash End are still staring and glaring much as they were five minutes ago, but suddenly it seems much more predatory. We’ve stopped eating from our sacks of food, it seemedContinue reading “Running Shoo- Episode 78”

Running Shoo – Episode 77

Another reason I’m glad I’ve got the shovel is that people keep staring. Some are glaring. Poor Nom is trying to walk while hiding behind my legs. I’ve kicked her more than once. The ‘City’ of Ash End is a one-road affair. Calling it a city is like calling me a giant; all the bitsContinue reading “Running Shoo – Episode 77”

Running Shoo – Episode 76

A swirl of wind, its curves and whorls made visible by snow, passes between us. The silence stretches. I’m wondering what to say. I mean, how do you explain to a child why you shouldn’t just knock someone out and take their stuff? And how the heck did I end up having to do this?Continue reading “Running Shoo – Episode 76”

61– Flat Hunting (part 23)

Flat felt it had got the hang of shepherding its people. As a pleasant surprise, it largely involved doing… nothing. Countless generations of Flat’s meddling had led to wars, genocides, dystopias, cults, plagues of ascension, more wars and one small enclave that did some highly questionable things with body modification. It was only after FlatContinue reading “61– Flat Hunting (part 23)”

54– Flat Hunting (part 16)

Flat’s people had flourished. Away from the angry psychic glare of the Pob and free of its hybrid monster trying to eradicate them, Flat had silently encouraged its people to populate the grasses of the meadow. Now, their civilisation stretched for dozens of feet and was still growing. Frontier folk had even ventured as farContinue reading “54– Flat Hunting (part 16)”

52– Flat Hunting (part 14)

The front tire of the scooter presses against nothing as we push into the pocket in the air. I can almost see it bend under the weight of the wheel. Then we’re in, and driving through nothing. The nothing all around us has a consistency oddly denser than normal nothing. Kind of like driving throughContinue reading “52– Flat Hunting (part 14)”

51– Flat Hunting (part 13)

I just have enough time to say “Eeeep!” before the scooter’s front tyre hits the wall of the house. And enough time to fear the worst. I imagine being catapulted forwards, my face squishing up against the stone, and then keep squishing until it splits like a ripe fruit. I imagine some bone-crunching sound-effects too.Continue reading “51– Flat Hunting (part 13)”

50– Flat Hunting (part 12)

I’m on the back of a scooter. I’ve never been on the back of a scooter before, or the front of one or, truth be told, on many vehicles. They scare me a bit. I did have a go on a hoverstick back in Footfall. It wasn’t a proper one though. Mondey and me knewContinue reading “50– Flat Hunting (part 12)”

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