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The Tomb“Do you believe in ghosts?” Bobbie asked me from across the narrow passage. I glanced back at her for a moment to answer, “No. Why?” I was studying the wall in front of me, or rather, the glyphs carved into it. I didn’t recognize the language, but I was sure Bobbie did. Ancient societies and peoples were kind of her thing.The Tomb by *Wierdrocks
“This is a tomb.” She said calmly. I didn’t give it much thought. I’d been in tombs before; mostly in Egypt. I spent my internship mapping the final resting places of pharaohs with Brigade G12, a team made up mostly of former archeologists who thought I was too young.

A21The first time HP ever rode Gator was also the first time he'd ever ridden any horse and the first time Gator had been ridden by a human. The ranch hand in charge of the stable where Brigade A21 would be housing their horses stood close by as the white draft cross spun in circles in the paddock. HP had one hand on the reigns and one hand on the back of the western saddle on sat in. He was too scared to try and hide the fear on his face.A21 by *Wierdrocks
Gator whined and shook his mane and trotted about and generally made it clear that he didn't agree with this situation. But he didn't buck. That was the important thing. Please no throwing humans, thank you. H

An Emergency Meeting of The PeopleMolly felt bad about having to lie about why she was cutting out early on her new friends, but where she was headed just then wasn’t something one can very easily explain. She took a bus from Cliff Hill to the Carter City University campus, a city district in and of itself. Cyprus had instructed her to meet him and the others in the old fallout shelter under the Ruth Anne McDermount science center.An Emergency Meeting of The People by *Wierdrocks
The poorly-lit room was buzzing when she arrived. This wasn’t the group of seven or eight she was expecting. Instead, a group of what had to be more than sixty people were milling about, passing around the homemade baked goods Mama Pa

Interview with a CyberpathInterview with a CyberpathInterview with a Cyberpath by *Wierdrocks
“I can communicate pretty well with my laptop.” She said. “I talk to him every night.”
“Him?” Kaz asked.
“Yeah, him.” She replied. “I did name him Sarah when I got him, but now I know he’s a boy and that he is named Benjamine.” She slipped the computer out of his case then and placed him on her lap. She sat-cross legged on the couch. I was on a bench. Kaz was lying on a recently-added beanbag chair.
“Your laptop came with a name and a gender?” Kaz asked.
“No. He’s connected to the internet, so he used it to explore the worl