Fiction | Meet Me in Spurta

Hey, bro, I’d promised after the lecture to msg about the group. We meet in the Spurta app Sat. Every week. Full day with a break for lunch. The mornings are for fighting. The evenings are fucking. You don’t have go full-body for the arena but turn on ALL your haptics for the temple. Whatever …

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Fiction | Wrangling Them Vampire Cows

Hurts and comforts on the (other-world) range. Them wandering calves are the worst. On the rocky terrain past Gilard, the calves eager to hunt for themselves slip away from the herd during a cattle drive and set the old cows screaming. Riding ponies into hills don’t just risks falls; it gives a calf a chance …