Another rust-colored bird is admitted from a new door, which flaps out with a puff of ash and alights near my pillows.

We only had a couple key bumps left by the time we got to RiNo and went down the steps into the party at the garden-level condo. I guess you can’t sell it at markup if you call it a basement.

With my ass on the trunk and my feet on the bumper, the only thing I could see were several hours of dappled joblessness, each house bleached to a jealous idiocy I was fucking marooned.

Interview with Nate Hayden, co-designer of Cave Evil, a dungeoneering wargamer’s dream that now lives again.

The tangy batter reverted to paste that glutted every receptor. I had pancakes and I went blind: No sensation except the sugar lift, the fluff and goo.

Probe the temperature of a chicken and ambient human anger with the ghosts of the Dwelling solo RPG. Session 3: The Dining Room.

Her ghost appears at the couch end and she pats the middle cushion: Come sit by me.

“My heartbeat feels like a finger being drawn around in circles on the skin of a snare drum.” My first session of Dwelling, a solo RPG for ghosts from Good Luck Press.