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In the rusty hallways of a time long past… …our daring hero, Spacelord Pajamas, finds the remnants of the expedition.  However, time too long spent in the mists has altered them in terrible, horrible ways.  Both flesh and spirit broken by the swirling, sweltering mists have changed them forever.  As their tentacles ensnare our hero,… Read more

Cyclopian creatures waver in the mists The ancient civilization, long forgotten even at the fall of the expansive empire, hovers silently in the mists. Our intrepid hero scours it’s ancient halls, avoiding the elder gaze of the lumbering entities.  Will our hero survive these perilous precipices of peril?!

What deadly horrors lurk in the Deadly Mists of Dagmar VII!? We find our daring hero on the planet Dagmar VII, whose surface is covered with strange Eldritch Mists!  A recent survey expedition has gone missing, and our intrepid hero has been sent to find our lost surveyors!

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“Everyone empty their pockets, else suffer the wrath of the FAT BOMBER!” “Uh…hey, bro… I know you’re monologuing and all but, ‘Fat’ Bomber?  Is that with an ‘F’ or ‘Ph’?” “Er…’F’…” “Bro; you’re not fat.  Like, mildly obese, maybe pre-diabetic or such.  Maybe…you got the whole ‘skull’ motif…’Skull Bomber’?” “Um…er…well, I already got business cards… Read more

“Whoa!  Someone missed nap time!” The Spacelord had crept, lost, in the asteroid for hours when the hard rock gave way to a moist atmosphere, and sinew-like flesh.  It took him just a moment or two to realize something was living deep inside the ancient stellar fragment floating there in space.  He dashed away, firing… Read more

Be careful what you swear by, something just might be listening. When the old gods of the sea come to collect, some ain’t ready to pay the price.  The Old Gods, they always deal in the priceless mortal flesh.