The townsfolk stayed away from my castle. A long time ago it was because of the whole, you know, being an undead Lich. That was a long time ago, those memories are full of fire and brimstone, pain and death.

Now? You look out over your carefully cultivated vineyard, Scorsby was there watering the grapes and Martin was busy at the other end with what looks like a wheelbarrow full of manure. It has been decades since you had moved on and learned that not everything was about power and death. Nothing like living for hundreds of years to give you……

The cool night air felt refreshing on my skin, I could almost convince myself that the grip of painkillers I had downed might do the trick this time. I threw the two empty sports drinks into the bin along with the mostly full packet of painkillers.

Couldn’t let Celia find the evidence of my nightly ritual. She would just make a fuss and force me to go see more specialists. Having spent over a year being……

The colony was in danger. The Silo’s, the living historians of the colony had memories spanning generations. They knew of the Good Times, when we found that entire four leg and had it to ourselves, to the Lean Times when the Foragers had to push further and further from the colony to secure Nutrition.

Then there was the Dark Times, when the Fire Colony attacked and managed to strike deep into the heart of the Colony. When the Queen herself was forced into battle. The tales the Silo’s tell of the Dark Times were to ensure we are ever vigilant against……

What would you do if you knew you were going to die?