Frankly, the world deserves it. What other planet would allow creatures that feast on creatures eyes on its back? Mother Nature is a cruel hearted bitch. Well, I can be too.

Offered her leg up for the boil to be examined. "Well." They began, squinting closer to the growth. "It isn't your brother Geoff, but it seems to be President Donald Trump!"

"It's OK Marty." The Doc exclaimed. "We can always jump in the DeLorean and change it all. Maybe do something about your shaking too." "What shaking, Doc?" "Oops, wrong timeline."

Flickered towards the runic symbols on the sorcerers sleeve. If only I could understand them. Then, a crashing could be heard as my robolizard butler smashed through the wall

I can live a relatively normal life as a journalist. The eye on my hand could spot things I could not, so long as it doesn't blink and usher the return of its rightful owner

Well, where her eye used to be. The empty socket was covered by a patch now. "What ho sea-strumpet!" I cried. "Ne'e have I seen a hag so scrumptious without the aid of a sea grog.

I must have finally succumbed to Morpheus’s blue & red songs of the playa because I was awakened in the park, alone and having a good cry. I suspect in mid-cry actually. Cerelean

Also, I realised, leaning back on my deckchair and sipping a cup of tea. Once the red faced man had snuffed it his corpse would make an excellent fertiliser for my next garden

Until they found out about the gnome sized knife I had stashed away under my pillow, and the gnome poison (gnomicide) and the fact I'd been lazing their pixie drinks with DMT

Very often they’re also working as Customer Service for some business on the other side of the world. They’ve never seen an RDA but they’re helping to wire coils & installing wicks

I looked up at my father, her blood and mine still dripping from my hands. "The if is whether I'm caught or not, isn't it?" I asked.

Maybe they think my blade is too small. Foolish strumpets all. The eagle doesn’t scuttle his talons on ocean floors even he wanted too. They may continue to live in their bubble.

Is a blood relative of some sweet little virgin I'd feasted upon. BLOOD relative. Well, I smiled as I scampered away from the sun. There's something to be done about THAT.

But then, the here is very subjective. The idea of two? Incomprehensible. The idea of an idea? Hardly. It was about now I wished for someone to invent a fermented beverage.

I thought it was a cool new thing I called light. Not that I thought it was too fat. I just meant it couldn’t shine brighter than me, could it? It was the light version of me.

“I saw the first star. I didn’t know at the time that it was the first but I saw it,” explained the ancient Quirfabay. “We didn’t know about replication, sequence, or duration.”

What's the point of a universe with an ending, he bellowed as he awkwardly rode the runic slabs he had stumbled across. The king rabbit gazed on, bored of it all.

Yearn for a time before I discovered how to splice myself. Still, God surely knows that we are all his people, a part of him, so any ire meted out would be self flagellation?

The Internet and type in RPG Immolation and have your wicked ways. But do not rule with an iron fist, as even iron will react to fire, and the people will be hungry for vengeance

That's what she answered when I asked her what she thought of my quivering, naked form. I felt a bizarre mix of pride and of devastation. She always had a sharp tongue.