In the somber depths of Arcadia’s labyrinthine existence, there are two souls that walk in tandem – the Watcher and the Witness. They are the heralds of an unspoken truth, …

Grimskull stands at the top of the stairs leading to freedom from the Mortuary’s basement. Yet he is turned down with his hand outstretched… “In the fathomless caverns of my …

TOMBSTONE In the darkest moment of my life, trapped between life and death, I looked for you. But you weren’t there. When they dragged poor Walther, the betrayer, to the …

El Mariachi Muerte, I pen to you a sonata of shadow— an elegy of our common struggle against the unforgiving tide of time. Our life’s melodies might differ, but the …

In the labyrinth of life, there exists a shapeshifting beast. A beast as mercurial as the shadows at dusk, as eternal as the echoes of time itself. A beast called …

My face is a stark, grinning skull. My story, an etched tableau of suffering—pain that’s been lived, endured, embraced. You look at me, Vincent, or at least you point your …

A clamoring crowd fades in the background as Grimskull exits his stage. His people have given him their complete trust. As the Slum God descends into the pits of his …

“Did you feel what I felt?” Grimskull stands on the precipice of a pool. Its still waters are pitch black as he drops a single pebble into it. “The edge …

The great crucible of life is nothing more than a forge. In the scalding furnace of existence, we are hammered, crafted, shaped by the ceaseless blows of adversity. We flinch, …

Life is an opera. Pain is its unsung aria. So naturally, we, my friends, are mere players in a transcendent performance. Tombstone, you’re the impatient audience member, always seeking intermissions, …