Short Stories

Cascade folded in silence. People froze mid-prayer, mid-breath. Shinkuro didn’t attack. He remembered—and dragged us in with him.

03:17 AM — the sky peeled. Shinkuro rose from Zone 4. No roar. No mercy. Just memory, cracked bone, and silence that screamed.

Shinkuro has emerged from the Rift. This is only his second form. The mask is cracking. The truth is waking up.

A silent warrior rises in 1931 Savannah. Calen Shroud answers violence with steel, forging legend in the rain-soaked alleyways of the South.

“No promises of forever. No illusions of perfection. Just today. And today, they didn’t use.” – 24 Hours of Us, FaceThyFear

Caduceus is gone. The crew is dead. The cure was a parasite. And now it’s in me. If you’re hearing this… i

“The plank is always waiting. But you don’t have to walk it. Pick up your sword. Face the storm. Fight back. Live.” #FaceThyFear