Tonight, the wind blows off the Baltic, slathering the streets in the putrescent perfume of decay. The hemoglobin run-off congeals in rainbow swirls like oily lily pads atop the sea. All my kin, slaughtered and reduced to stains on concrete. Our memories seep from the bedrock, fingers groping at the humans who paved over their genocide, thinking we were gone.
The government has developed a new method of hacking people’s brains so that all of their memories are laid bare, and their first use will be on Johnny Crucifix. Johnny’s gang doesn’t want that info in the world, so they are hellbent to stop it at all costs. Come enjoy Hunting Warbirds by Ken McGrath.
A legendary punk band turns out to be more legendary than people think. Come enjoy a mythpunk romp through an underground music venue to see a band of mythical proportions in Birds of a Feather by Mike Douton.