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Dear father, It has been a long time since I last wrote you a letter. Time has so rapidly passed that I’ve forgotten the contours of your face. Sometimes, I touch mine just to remember. I often forget that you … Read More

In the middle of an open area of woodland, three doors reside. They stand side by side, each ajar, neither with anything in front nor behind them. Tombstone stands before them with his hands on his hips. “Three doors.” “And … Read More

“Tombstone, your next challenge comes in the way of a Last Man Standing match with none other than The Yellow Python. What do you have to say about that?” “The Yellow Python, Johnny? Why does it feel as if people … Read More

Pop…. Crackle…. Hiss.  The cremator burns hot before Tombstone and Igor Mortis. The temperature is enough to make a mortal sweat. Neither are bothered by the heat. They watch the flames roar through the industrial sized furnaces window. “Some people … Read More

I was chained to the Mortuary. Tethered to it. For the longest time, it held me captive. I was a slave to its whim and desires. I was sedated, torn away from reality and thrust into a belief that this … Read More

“Hello?” I call out into the endless mire of black. The last thing I remember were his glazed eyes. A haunting sight before my consciousness betrayed me. Suddenly, the darkness dissipates. It fades from around me like a slideshow of … Read More

A young Tombstone of ten sits in the middle of a club, somewhere in the Red Light District. He’s alone. Demented faces surround him, their leering eyes focused on the boy. “I was once in the lions den.” In the … Read More

[edgtf_highlight background_color=”” color=””]P[/edgtf_highlight]urgatory is no place for a Ferryman. It’s a colorless emotionless void. “Dead, then?” A recognisable voice. The colorless void remains but two chairs now appear. Tombstone finds himself sat in one, opposite a ghastly looking pale thin … Read More

[edgtf_dropcaps type=”normal” color=”” background_color=””]T[/edgtf_dropcaps]here was once a man sent to Agora to buy provisions by his friend. He came back trembling with fear, his face a pale rendition of its usual color. He claimed that when he was in the … Read More

Tombstone is stood in an old workshop. There are planks of wood on the sides with nails and all kinds of tools. “The construction of a coffin requires great attention to detail and effort.” He grabs a couple planks of … Read More