“Have I seen the Giant? Are you yankin’ my chain? It’s kinda damn hard not to see the god-damn Giant of Deadman’s Mass! It’s always on the horizon, loomin’ over something or other, always wandering… like it’s searchin’ for something.[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“The Vivisectionists are a bunch of creepy bastards… But, if it was a choice between being limbless coyote bait out in the desert, or having some questionably sane surgeon stitch monster bits onto me? I guess the doctors ain’t so[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“We heard the tales of Excalibur, King Arthur, and his knights o’ the round table. Those were old legends, even before I entered this world. But knowin’ that somewhere, there was the key to eternal youth lyin’ in some pond?[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“The Great Dragon of the West. I hear some band of fools out there worship the damned thing. Only two people ever saw it. Problem is, last I heard, those folks are now dead as a ghoul’s bones. One thing’s[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“You hear the one about the Practitioners? Got little servants — made of bandages, walkin’ about by their lonesome. Harmless. Try and catch one, though, and their masters’ will get your guts for garters faster than you can say “Draw”…”
“Sit on down, grab yourself a drink — let me tell you a story of fools, monsters, and six-shooters…” “Tales tell of a lonesome man, way out in the desert sands, who chimes in a cold night’s winds. A wide-brimmed[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Transferred from my old blog “Rhyming Fool Exits Stage Left“. When you’ve got gold burnin’ a holeIn your pretty little pocketsesWhen you’ve lost a bit of your soul,You know what Dr. Sprokkit says:“Just leave yourself with me,I’ll fix y’ up[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…