God Drinks Java Part One

The NightPromo, The Night

“Humanity is a lot like a computer program. From the moment we came into existence, we’re given the code we need to survive in Arcadia.” “We learn how to eat, drink, move, gather information, and eventually how to pass that … Read More

Overdosed

HatchetHatchet, Promo

“Ya ever seen a junkie strung out on the corner? Needle in his arm, eyes rolled back, foamin’ at the mouth?” “It don’t look it, but in that drug addled mind he ain’t rottin’ away on that corner.” “Nah.” “He’s … Read More

Hungry

El Mariachi MuerteEMM, Promo

“…” Silence. They say silence is golden, tranquil. But when that silence is forced upon you, ese, that silence tastes like vinegar. When your voice was once your lifeblood, silence is death. It’s not unlike having a mouthful of food … Read More

Planning

NoxNox, Promo

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

Nothing

Anton SavorAnton Savor, Promo

El Mariachi Muerte. That’s what they called you. Death’s musician. The singer of endings. At one point, you were among the most feared, most enigmatic figures in Arcadia, never mind Old School Wrestling. But you let Caido take it all, … Read More

Horror

Reverend Ezekiel GravesEzekiel Graves, Promo

Thus saith the Lord Isaiah, chapter five, verse twenty: “Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter.” And you, Night…. … Read More

Beauty

NeroNero, Promo

They say beauty lasts forever. That it exists beyond time. That it softens cruelty and makes the world look past its flaws. [Nero sits — hunched forward, head bowed, forearms resting on his knees. Slowly, he lifts his gaze — … Read More

Caged

Slade KincaidPromo

There was a man in my unit who swore he was untouchable. He called himself wild. Said rules were for weaker men. Every order that came down, he laughed it off. Said war was chaos, and chaos made him free. … Read More

El Pico

El Dragon CaidoPromo

Long ago, in the barrios of Arcadia, there was a cuento viejo, an old story, about three stones. The first stone was a pebble. Tiny. Insignificant. When children walked the dirt roads, they’d pick it up, toss it into the … Read More

Bastard

Narcissa BalenciagaNarcissa Balenciaga, Promo

I never knew who my father was. When I was a little girl, I’d look at any man who had features like me and wonder if they were the one who created me and discarded me one and the same. … Read More