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More Honored Overseer stuff, because I quite enjoy writing for him and aliens in general. Permission as always granted by our wise and noble and hopefully-susceptible-to-flattery GM, ZombieSplitter53.

Six kilometers above New Dehli Aboard the Honored Overseer’s personal craft Damage Control Jiokjiok grumbled to himself, analyzing the screen before him. Three Balmadaar, one disc-form Silicid, two of the cybernetically-mutilated Heavy Xaltus, and a Leviathan-combat walker remained under his...

On a side note, this is the first time I've noticed the wall of weapons behind the soldiers.

Al's 36, Fay's 33. For some reason the combination of 'military veteran' and 'under 28' never has seemed to click in my head well.

Just a little solo from Al, and a small big massive reference to S2. And no, the dream is not portentous in any way, shape, or form. Scout's Honor.

Rendezvous Albert Foulke Unknown Location I sighed as I propped my feet upon the desk in the office I had appropriated from the Glasgow Police Department. This case was going damn poorly. Three more dead in the last couple days, and that damn Spaniard was still eluding our grasp. Of course this...

MINOVSKY PHYSICS! Ahem, I mean, good application of modern science to speculative fiction in a way that makes sense within the context of the narrative.

You know me too well, I'll have to completely change my behavior now. :p

I ascribe to the maxim 'If you want a villain to be taken seriously, have them kill off a well-developed character on-screen, with little warning, and in a way that shows that the villain means business. Then your readers will be scared.'

My bets are on Morrigan, Ayame, and Dante. Side bets are on Brigid (perhaps dying in Morrigan's arms?), Jessica and Alexia (perhaps while making a call to Modya?), Bradford (if only to hammer home how dangerous the aliens are), and lastly Shen or Vahlen (perhaps in front of one of their PC...

And here I was hoping for a good ol' Mêlée à Trois between EXALT, XCOM, and the aliens.

May this annual celebration of the day you were torn out of some strange woman's body and brought into this cruel world be filled with joy, merriment, and other synonyms.

Did someone say bandwagon? Because if not, I'm not sure what I jumped on with my new bit of fiction, Vanishing into the Dungeons (shameless self plug).

Prologue 1 “Dashing Rogue” The Tavern Crone’s Corner Javius Onaia There she was, that statuesque stunner, with legs that went for miles. A well-worn leather cloak did its best to hide her features, but from the short glances I could steal when she moved she had a face like a minor deity...

Hey-o, Pixy here with my first attempt at original fiction in what has it been, a year and a half? I figure that with this idea knocking around in my head for a little while, I might as well throw something together and see if it is any good. Anywho, Vanishing into the Dungeons (VITD, for those...

First comes the hubris...

Yeah, being lazy is my schtick, not yours!