Thud. Thud. Thud. “Please, stop…” Thud. Thud. Thud. “What do you want from me?” At the cabin, Luther Grim sits on a wooden chair covered by a beautiful deer skinned …
Phases
I’ve been huntin’ since I was a boy, Cade. Tha fundamentals were always clear. It didn’t matter what I was huntin’, tha fundamentals were always tha same. It was broken …
One-Eyed Man
They say in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king. A proverb as old as time, suggesting that among those without sight, the slightest edge can grant one dominion over all. You have …
Reclamation
In the wilderness of life, I have always been the predator. The championship belt that once adorned my waist was more than leather and gold. It was a symbol of survival. But …
The Forsaken Maze
The air hangs heavy with a pungent mix of earth and decay. It is a sanctum of dread, crafted meticulously with high walls cloaked in ivy, each shadow more menacing …
Puppets
Under the stark spotlight, Luther stands center stage, a macabre maestro with a twisted grin. In each hand, he holds a puppet, their strings taut with anticipation. “The thing about …
False Prophets
Luther is perched in a wooden rocking-chair within his cabin. His hands, calloused and steady, glide a cloth over the metal of his spear, the wood glowing in the firelight …
A Compass, But Not Yours
There was once a man lost in The Groves, shrouded in an endless maze of foliage. His compass, his anchor, was missing, leaving him adrift in a sea of towering pines. Every tree …
The Greed For
Luther Grim positions himself near the hearth in his secluded cabin. The fireplace’s wavering illumination paints extended, fluctuating silhouettes that strangely echo his harsh countenance. “I have come to realize …
Disposable Heroes
Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end No one to play soldier, no one to pretend Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all Victim or …