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The Calamitous Bob 58: Nobody expects them
Same, typos.
The Calamitous Bob 57: It's in the title
Guess who has had a spike of inspiration recently? It's like an imp roasting my soul unless I write. Plz sen halp.Trigger warning: typos.
The Calamitous Bob part 3 (chapters 25 - 34)
Hi first readers!This is the third segment of Viv's disastrous adventures over Nyil, eighty pages that I had fun writing. Incidentally, this is the last piece I will be releasing for this tier as I think that this is a large enough sample. Rest assured that the segment does not end on a cliff as...
144. Knight training
After the interview is done, Marlan leads me farther into the complex and up the mountain. Just as before, many of the installations remain close to the surface so that gardens and promenades abound.“I am surprised to see some of the tree essences,” I remark, “they should not survive here.”...
The Calamitous Bob 53: Clouds on the Horizon
Contains typos, sry.
143. Induction
Uncanny. You can let go now.”The unpleasant sensation that reminds me of a failed sneeze forces me to wince. I can handle pain, but this level of discomfort is something else.So, that shapeshifting ability is much less impressive than I thought. I can alter my hair color, eye color, and traits to ...
142. Kept in check.
“This is bad news,” Vonany whispers.“No, this is good news,” I retort.The return trip to the downed locomotive has been long and tedious. I even used Rose to cut branches for improvised stretchers like some sort of armored woodswoman. Disgrace. Crispin insisted on helping the marxists and pr...
The break is over.
Just a quick post to inform everyone that the SPAWNING is complete and we should get back to a more or less regular schedule. Journey updates tomorrow and Bob the day after. Obligatory pic attached.Take care out there!
A Journey of Black and Red 141. Red
I sit on a stump and let my borrowed cloak fall around me. The folds mask my armor so as to not alarm the mortals too much. Below, about thirty men mill around under the supervision of a tall lad with dirty blond hair and his female counterpart. There are also a few other women in worker dresses, mo...
140. First Class Warfare
I let the wafts of freshly brewed coffee caress my nostrils with its deep, bitter aroma. The ritual usually settles and distracts me, but not tonight. There is a knock on my door.“Come in,”Jimena steps into my temporary quarters in one of our New York’s secure compounds. With the White Cabal s...
The Calamitous Bob 49: Into relative darkness
All of the most recent Viv chapters are not proofread yet so there will be typos. I'll edit later.
139. End of an era
Boston, vampire fortress, seven days after the battle at Black Harbor.“... recommend that those so-called werewolves be either kept in reserves where their tendencies would not lead to bodily harm, or that they be culled entirely out of mercy. Only the Lord may bring an end to their suffering, but...
138. Apex
Moise woke up early and tired, just like everyone else. Today was the day.The regiments stood and gathered in morning prayer, then they had breakfast. It was the best breakfast he ever had with juicy bacon, boiled eggs, and bread that was not yet too stale. They even had some decent coffee. It was a...
137. Para Bellum
Newspapers cover my desk. I skim through them and verify that my directives have been followed.I believe that, in order to control public opinion, one has to select a specific topic and give up on the rest. Reporters and columnists argue in favor and against the continuation of the war, in favor and...
The Calamitous Bob 45: The Food Chain
Might still have a few typos, unfortunately. Enjoy anyway!
136. Against the Tide
Boston, October 12th, 1862.I lean back into my chair and sigh with relief.Paperwork.The bane of civilization.Although I have delegated most of the tasks related to the day-to-day handling of my manufacturing empire to competent subordinates, and while Loth’s kin, the werewolves, and pretty much ev...
The Calamitous Bob 44: Progress
A short one this time.
A Journey of Black and Red 135. Making history
September 18th 1862, three months after the Accord Council’s vote.Madrigal’s expression is more solemn than usual. I cannot help but draw a parallel between him and Luther, the Erenwald ambassador I had met during my short stay in the Parisian catacombs. While Luther was haughty and distant, Mad...
134. Revelations
Jarek’s plan to boot the door to the presidential office open and dump the hive drone on Lincoln’s desk is short-lived. Sephare imposes her veto and Jarek’s complaints fall on deaf ears.“We will disseminate this information in due time. I give you my word, Jarek. The Council of Wardens must ...
