The Outpost is kind. Its benevolence shines like a beacon: a Beacon.
The choice of the one true devil had been made. His purpose remained at the heart of his evil.
The coming of the machines is upon us; the tolling of the bell is nigh. Are we a barrier to its progress? Are we here to allow them through?
An oppressive tension filled the corridors of the psyche. No one would be safe from the icy hand of self-doubt.
Parity is a form of betrayal when unsuccessfully applied. There are legions of usurpers ready for your seat.
I am rarely able to buy the motivations of bad guys in stories. I want them to be being bad, hating the good guys, for purely logical reasons.
Another adventure in the newest sci-fi dystopia serialisation of a story which will not be seen in a cinema near you.