Well its been almost a month since my last post, not that you can’t read a date stamp or anything and its been 23 days of short story goodness.
I began the year with a story about a daring, deadly youth that gets maliciously recruited in the dark of the Necromundan underhive, then moved to a story about a man locked in a fridge.
Well fridge-ship. And not really a man. He’s not really locked in either.
