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I’ve been a warden for the weary in Arcadia for longer than my memory serves me. There isn’t a day I can remember where I haven’t faced up to the demons of this place for the people who reside in … Read More

The problem with Arcadia is that there is War all around us, and yet most of us are not the ones who wanted this war. We, the poor peasants, who were happy with their lot. Weren’t we? I know I … Read More

I have always been a man who enjoyed his food. I’m sure you can tell by the size of me that my plate has rarely been half-full. As a child I had that layer of puppy fat that kids often … Read More

[Drewitt sits at a wooden table, in a dark room, a single light illuminating him and the area around him. The light swings slightly, adding to the slight unease.] “War never changes, they say. I can certainly see some truth … Read More

The door of No Man’s Land sits looming, waiting to be unlocked. Suddenly, a whistle rings out over the land, one clearly meant to call a dog to its owner. A mournful, empty plead for a companion that would never … Read More

“There’s an old saying. If humanity could place a rainbow in a zoo, they would.” Drewitt sits in a dusty old cabin, a glass jar in front of him closed tight. Inside of its walls floats a butterfly trying futilely … Read More

We find ourselves in a junkyard, the sounds of generators humming only cut off by the sounds of horrified screaming! “No! No! No!” The pleading, however, is short lived before the horrific sounds of hook penetrating skin abruptly silence the … Read More

“I’ve walked everywhere in Arcadia it feels like. Tracked the mud on my boots from Olympus to the Red Light and down below to the Groves. Truth be told, I feel like I’ve not just seen it all, but seen … Read More

A graveyard. Amidst the burial plots is one that is out of place compared to the others. Instead of packed soil and overgrown grass we instead find a hole in the ground long since dug up. The tombstone at its … Read More