Nick is a massive Cleveland Browns fan, history nerd, and videogame fanatic, who loves any and everything sci-fi related. When he isn't writing and producing content, he's watching Frasier re-runs and raging over Call of Duty!
A Tale of Two Memories
“Captain? We’re losing the wind, shall we do another pass, or turn about? The H.M.S. Her Majesty rolled across the afternoon waves with its captain standing by her first mate's side at the helm. Her eyes tracked the smoke billowing up from the decks of the ship across the bow, its rigging falling from a charred and shattered main mast, the fires slowly spreading to the powder room below. Two days and a night's hunt had all led to this moment. A moment where Captain Diane Theed had won the day against these pirates in ruthless fashion.
For the Glory of the Stones
Percival the Bard glanced out nervously from the deep shadows of the barns farthest stall. A great hero had just arrived, the first to visit this remote part of the Fog kingdom in many long months, and Percival could tell in all his bardly wisdom that they were unhappy with the situation at hand.
Frank's eyes slowly tracked the rising plumes of turgid black smoke with a grim expression on his exhausted face. He had found himself an unmarred view of Broadway Avenue from the fifth floor of an old brick tenement. The shattered cityscape that had once been a bustling lower Manhattan slowly darkening into an artificial night before him.