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You know, I love to work with my chemicals and gases when they’re at their freshest.  That’s when they truly sing, it’s when they’re at their most potent.  Because all things, as they age or are experimented on well, they … Read More

I like to consider myself to be a thoughtful person, and that’s not in the abstract of, “Oh, he’s so thoughtful. Nox got me this nice gift”.  Pft – No, I mean in the fact that I plan, I calculate, … Read More

You’ve always been the builder, Stubbins.  Ever so meticulous, you’ve built your empire brick by brick, a vision in mind, and you executed everything perfectly.  You built upon an unshakable bedrock.  Created this visage of being inhuman, unshakable, and calculating.  … Read More

Night after night, I heard the sirens of Deathrow going on lockdown.  All hell breaking loose while I sat back and contemplated the next big move.  The next meaningful step is what mattered to me while the dogs below fought … Read More

Months ago…  Smoke fills a corridor leading away from Deathrow, and a figure stalks through the smog.  We see a poster taken on the breeze of Arcadia’s internal ventilation systems coming to rest at the feet of Nox.  The poster … Read More

A desolate wasteland spread out before us.  A monster has clear-cut the trees.  Tilled the soil into sand, the colour of rust.  It is death incarnate as the breadbasket, which Arcadia is dependent on, is thrust into famine.  The strong … Read More

People think I’m an awful sod, I lack a heart, that I’m just a mad scientist who wants nothing more than to experiment on the masses for my own entertainment.  There couldn’t be anything further from the truth.  I love … Read More

Have you ever just sat and watched a candle burn, James?  It flickers and dances in the darkness, influenced by the environment around it.  But when that flame is brighter and hotter, that candle begins to exhaust its wick.  It … Read More

Nox’s lab, the ticking of a clock can be heard steadily and persistently as we see Nox sitting in a folding chair, his shoulders and head slumped in contemplation, his old CRT Television just behind him emitting a blue screen.  … Read More

She sits upon high with a golden ticket in her clutches.  She has something I wish I could have, a moment, trapped in a briefcase, and she intends to make the most of that moment.  Just like she made the … Read More