A queer romance about people attempting to build lives in a cold, post-apocalyptic world ravaged by hordes of undead.
Dumbing of Age
David M Willis
Joyce has been homeschooled her entire life until now, when she's suddenly a freshman in college! Things don't go well.
Shaderunners
Alex Assan, Lin Darrow
A ragtag band of bootleggers open a speakeasy for bottled colour in the greyscale city of Ironwell.
Hemlock
Josceline Fenton
A witch accidentally marries a monster, and now she and her familiar has to navigate life around her monstrous husband and her even more terrifying in-laws.
Paint the Town Red
Windy, Winter Jay Kiakas
Winona runs a werewolf shelter with partner in crime, Odile in the Gothic city of Merlot. One day they take in an injured vampire, and soon unravels many of the dark secrets of Merlot.
Cyanide & Happiness
Explosm
Satire, dark humor and surreal humor.
Guilded Age
T Campbell, John Waltrip, Florence Machina
Welcome to the saga of the working-class adventurer! Enjoy the complete story with new annotations daily!
All Known Alternatives
Karolina 'Kajotko' Jankiewicz
Akane has only one way to get back home: collect the 42 keys to parallel worlds. Eri and Ben are just trying to get through the summer before university. When a magical key turns up in an old spare set, all three are forced to change their plans and fast.
We’ve made too many compromises already; too many retreats. They invade our space and we fall back. They assimilate entire worlds and we fall back. Not again. The line must be drawn here! This far, no further! And *I* will make them pay for what they’ve done!
Best. Page. Ever. I mean, it’s suspenseful, tragic, yet it has hints for an optimistic outcome once the storm has passed. And, as a bonus, it completely fleshes out Byron’s past. Wow, just… Wow.
Naah, those were all skirmish lines. Battle lines are graven into the paper, with firm, bold strokes, while skirmish lines are lighter, more sensitive, as the pen caresses the paper.
In which booze is tragically spilled.
Party foul!
In which alcohol is abused.
in which beverages are left bereft.
In which cocktails are capsized.
in which drinks are dropped.
In which refreshments are irreparably wrecked.
In which potent potables pour profusely upon planar expanses.
In which wine is wasted.
in which fermented flagons are felled
dammit, we were alphabetical up to this point.
In which a quaff is quickly quelled.
Oh, have a drink and forget your troubles.
In which elixir is erroneously emptied.
In which spirits are spilt.
It could always be blood…
You know, those vampiric types and their sanguine goblets…
wine wine wine.
I want your wine.
Only if he’s having muscato, thanks.
If the battle lines an 8 by 8 grid, Frigg can use her new tactical knowledge!
The battle lines MUST be drawn! Otherwise how will anyone know where to stand?
Don’t worry! Dusty can mop that up with his beard!
Dwarves have beards for this reason: booze storage. It’s like their camel hump.
Love the reflection of the cup in the spill.
In which the question of the definition of “A Man” is raised.
In which Gravedust inevitably replies, “A miserable little pile of secrets!”
We’ve made too many compromises already; too many retreats. They invade our space and we fall back. They assimilate entire worlds and we fall back. Not again. The line must be drawn here! This far, no further! And *I* will make them pay for what they’ve done!
Ahabs going to chase after his White Wine?
I don’t know if you all have noticed this, but whenever we Facebook an update, it picks one of the comments at random and uses it for the description.
Today it was this.
Gold Star.
If you were any other man I’d kiss you where you stand.
Then consider your Gold Star revoked.
Oh alright then. But we have to use a mouth condom. I’m not having my lungs impregnated with oral cootie larvae.
I did notice that. The quote, I mean, not the man-on-man kissing. I thought it was something you picked on purpose.
… Wow, some of the FB status updates must have interesting comments picked out, don’t they?
Woah, retreat? You don’t retreat, you just advance in the opposite direction. Away from people who want to kill you.
The important thing is not the direction, but the running. Very very fast
Best. Page. Ever. I mean, it’s suspenseful, tragic, yet it has hints for an optimistic outcome once the storm has passed. And, as a bonus, it completely fleshes out Byron’s past. Wow, just… Wow.
I see what you did there.
I like…
(alttext) wait, erica wasn’t drawing battle lines before?
Naah, those were all skirmish lines. Battle lines are graven into the paper, with firm, bold strokes, while skirmish lines are lighter, more sensitive, as the pen caresses the paper.
I prefer “Agitated Diplomatic Disagreement” lines myself.
Next you’re going to be wanting to play “Peace in our Day” and ‘Global Sociopolitical Appeasement”.
Nah, I was thinking about “Global Thermonuclear War”. Because when you draw those lines, they tend to be the thickest.
luckily she doesn’t draw war lines. those blot out the sun. then everyone has to fight in the shade or some such nonsense.
heavens no, then we wouldn’t be able to see the…uh…’assault textures’…
Are those like spice rubbings?
i’m sure in thyme you’ll figure it out.
“Fight in the shade?” I thought it was “Hug in the shade.” Maybe I’m thinking of the wrong “300” trailer. :P
Kudos to anyone who knows what the heck I’m talking about.
madness? this…is…CAKETOWN.
There’s battle lines being drawn
Nobody’s right
If everybody’s wrong
I commend you Guildies on your epic win and awesome.