

Grim Future 9Kais woke up screaming, and saw that he was naked. He looked down at his mortal shell from which he was receiving the calls of tortured nerve endings, and screamed once more. His left leg had been torn away from his body. Splinters of bone protruded from his pelvis, sending shocks of agony to his brain whenever they touched the clinical sheets he had been laid upon. His body was covered in gashes, which would protest, moaning, if he made anything so crass as a suggestion towards movement. Through his right eye, he could see nothing.Grim Future 9
“You have been there quite some time, brother.” The sound echoed around the space in which K


Grim Future 8 A Bloodthirster...Grim Future 8
Kais had heard about these, but only in gibbered tales told by what he had believed to be madmen, but now one stood above him, and it looked very, very , real...
The Bloodthirster, greater daemon of Khorne, towered over him. Its stature took it to the foreground of vision, any other sight in the cavernous room seeming like mere optic ambience, no matter what visions they held. Kais did not notice that all other marines had fled. The daemon was the breadth of a tank, and it eyes, surrounded by shredded skin, burned with an unholy fire. To look in to them caused a pain the like of w


The AssasinA slight breeze gently parts the still reeds. The night is calm and silent, save for the dull rustling of footsteps on the grass. Suddenly, a lean figure expertly vaults over the brickwork of the elaborate garden in which he will spend all of five minutes. Watch, as he softly treads through the night, his body a mere shadow among others. A warm glow creeps from a dirty lantern, creating disturbed, flickering shadows on the lawn. A man wearing slippers, clothed in a dressing gown, pads down the front step of the sprawling country house. A small red dot glides gracefully along the dark walls, unnoticed by all excepThe Assasin


EntrapmentShe crawled desperately, delirious from the horror gripping her mind. All around her the walls danced provocatively, suggesting things which had nothing to do with any possibility of escape. She had been in there for an hour. Half an hour ago she had lost the ability to stand. It was her garage, and it was terrifying.Entrapment
The light switch on some unknown corner of the mile long room, she gave up any search, and settled on sitting still and thinking. Thinking about boredom. Thinking about doors, and their cruel and mocking inner devices and metals. Thinking about attempting to try to think through the blanket of claustrophobia that ha
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