by Joel M. Traylor “There won’t be any training.” Nobody moves, and we just stare at the commander. He’s young, promoted too quickly, clearly out…
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by Joel M. Traylor “There won’t be any training.” Nobody moves, and we just stare at the commander. He’s young, promoted too quickly, clearly out…
by Joel M. Traylor Sir Valerus brushed his blond hair aside as he squinted down into the pit. A nasty collection of sharpened spikes stared…
by Joel M. Traylor The creep broke in on Tuesday close to midnight. I heard the doorknob jiggle and made my way to the living…
by Joel M. Traylor Gunter roared like thunder as he charged down the hill, slipping and stumbling, the broadsword pulled back over his head. His…
by Joel M. Traylor Let me tell you another story about Leroy Clyde. As you know, Leroy Clyde did not fuck around, and he especially…
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