A native of Maryland in his forties, Royce Day works by day in the healthcare industry. Having discovered a love of science-fiction and fantasy at an early age, he's gone from reading about different worlds to creating them himself.
He lives with his wife, Tracy, two beautiful children and two obligatory cats.
In no particular order, these are my favorite episodes of Mystery Science Theater. It shouldn't be much surprise that they lean towards the sci-fi end of the scale. As a preference, I like episodes with enough action to actually be slightly engaging, though of course still worthy of Joel/Mike and the bot's derision.
1. The Lost Continent (208) "Rock Climbing, Joel" - OK, my first pick isn't quite so hot on the action part. The "Rock Climbing" sequence is infamous
So I'm doing some pondering about the next two FYS releases. As the plan currently goes, I'm going to divide them into separate collections of my various shorts, the first in the period just before and during the Groupmind Uprising, and the second after everyone wakes up on the Ring.
At the moment, the tentative title for the first collection is The Fall of Man. Generic, but I can live with it.
The best I can come up with for the second will be The Rise of the Ring. Wh
The Problem: Mars is a crappy planet to try and land on. The atmosphere is too thin to aerobrake during re-entry, you need huge parachute, but there's just enough air to burn anything coming down to crisp if they don't have a heat shield. At one ton the Curiosity rover is the biggest thing we've been able to land. Anything with humans on board must be a lot bigger. Maybe too big for chutes and retro-rockets.
Courtesy of another artist friend of mine, Meg Syv.
Want to get these ideas down before I forget them.
With the caveat that these are me throwing out ideas, not setting things in stone. Addressing the questions in no particular order:
0. Actually one of the tricky questions is: Are they mammals or not? They're too active in moderate temperatures to be cold blooded lizards, but I'm not sure if they're hot blooded dinosaurs or mammals with
Summary: Penric, a young, very much lower lording, is on his way to be dutifully married when his wedding day is turned upside down. Finding a dying sorceress of the Bastard's Order by the side of the road, he's unexpectedly infested with the demon she carried when she passes. So the wedding is off, Penric has a demon carrying the lives of ten women (plus a lioness and a mare) in his head, and he's got a very uncertain future ahead of him.
The Steel Tyger circled around his prey. She was his captive, set in a tall rectangular box made of thick plates of diamondoid glass set on a platform, a display case for his latest prize. Heavy wooden stocks held her wrists high over her head and kept her ankles well apart. On display for her Master's pleasure.
A silver chrome mask was her Master's face, his eyes red LED's, his mane a mass of black, rubber coated wires trailing d
While the Arkham games are pretty much GrimDark with an extra helping of Dead Parents for that added bit of angst, you can find a lot of humor in the mook chatter Batman can eavesdrop on during the games. Particularly in Knight a lot of the rioters on the streets express things like wanting to grab toys for their kids or anger at the Arkham Knight's militia trying to take over the city.
Writing discipline remains shite. Currently transcribing more words down on The Quisling's Tale after completing Batman: Arkham Knight.  Definitely got the "I'm not a REAL writer" bug niggling at the back of my brain.
 Short Review: Excellent game overall with extraordinary writing, but derailed badly by a Batmobile with shite controls and too many car related puzzles
Look, it's my universe (albeit heavily inspired by the Vulpine from Peta Hewitt's webcomic Terinu so it tends to be somewhat idealized compared to Real World governments. Nevertheless, it does have its, er, flaws.
1. Democracy is For Other People: Foxen Prime's primary planetary government, descended from the Mother Country from POW, is a hereditary oligarchy with more in common with say, 21st century China than a parliamentary democracy like the UK. And much like China the Commoner
Rolas sat heavily on the couch in Reggie's office. He looked at his old friend sitting in the chair opposite him, thinking that the Noble male looked as exhausted as Rolas felt. Reggie managed to lever himself up long enough to pour drinks for the both, then sat back down a grunt.
“You see what we're up against, I hope,” Reggie said, after taking a long sip of his drink.
Music: I Wanna Be Peter Lorre (copyright Tom Smith)
What makes me so down, are the villains that I see.
I can't do much for them, not doing very much for me.
I find too many flaws, with Dexter, Lecter and Jigsaw.
Monsters, killers, and zombie hordes, looking at them just make me bored.
Cesar Romero was too silly, Heath Ledger way too bleak.
Jack Nicholson was so s
Not my usual RVA story. This comes from some noodling about the Foxen faith, as practiced by the Mother Country.
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Once there was a Commoner vixen, a glassblower by trade. Working by her furnace, she blew into a steel tube, creating exquisite glass globes that she shaped into bowls, wine glasses, lenses for both eyeglasses and scopes for examining the worlds in the sky and in a drop of water. The countess she served praised her for her skill, heaping reward upon rew
I've got more written on The Quisling's Tale, but it's all in longhand and my attention is currently fixated on completing Batman: Arkham Knight. I'll get it transferred to Word as soon as I can and start posting again.
Yes, I'm crap at Writing Discipline.
Also, is Gotham City an independent city state or something? Because if you can evac the city in 24 hours so the only people on the streets are thugs and mercenaries, you could certainly get the National Guard in to d
“I don't care what you say, you stupid morph,” Gullwi said, her voice rising. “I want to see my family!”
“I'm sorry, Miss Gunderson, but that isn't possible just now,” the Troll said patiently.
“Shut up! I want out of here!” Anna dodged out of the way as Gullwi grabbed a carbon-fiber cane from a display rack. She swung it like a club at the Troll's head, but almost faster than the eye could follow, it caught the cane in its palm and pulled it out of Gullwi's hands. The