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, …
Phoenix
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 …
You Weren’t There
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 …
Mute Minstrel
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 …
Transformation
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 …
Real Truth
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 …
Life After Death
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 …
The Pool
“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 Forge
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, …
Opera
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, …