Category Archives: Oræl Rides To War

The Clown God, and other news

Posted on February 24, 2023 by Hatboy

Hey there. Long time so see. Long time no … anything but SPSFC, actually. More of that to come but so far I’m at 30% through the first of my 5 (okay, second of my 6 since I already did … Continue reading →

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Another weird self-promotion

Posted on April 13, 2022 by Hatboy

It would be remiss of me not to mention that this also happened a week or two ago (I am honestly losing track of time and the massive alcoholic bender and pile of merciless-peppers-of-Quetzalacatenango-level hot wings did not help): Surprise! … Continue reading →

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What’s new, end of March edition

Posted on March 24, 2022 by Hatboy

Hey there Hatstanders. What’s up? We don’t talk anymore. I mean, except when we do. Just not on the blog, so it’s getting a bit ghost-towny. Here’s a quick catch-up on this Thursday afternoon. I’m still reading, although round two … Continue reading →

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A Railgun Brain, Part XVIII

Posted on December 14, 2021 by Hatboy

He became aware, weirdly, of having eyes and eyelids before he was aware that he was once again seeing things in the usual way. He lay and looked at the clean metal ceiling of C. Sentinax’s medical bay for several … Continue reading →

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A Railgun Brain, Part XVII

Posted on December 13, 2021 by Hatboy

He floated in the dark, in the churning infinity of pain, until it occurred to him that we will send someone to talk with you might not mean what he thought it meant. It might not even have been directed … Continue reading →

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A Railgun Brain, Part XVI

Posted on December 10, 2021 by Hatboy

The pain didn’t flash and fade, didn’t give way to the numb juddering of a body in shock, didn’t wink into the nothingness of a body deceased. It went on, a roaring bonfire through his every boiling fragment, rising beyond … Continue reading →

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A Railgun Brain, Part XV

Posted on December 9, 2021 by Hatboy

He slept, but not well. When he woke, and stepped out of the slightly preservative-scented guest quarters, the Colossus was heavily silent around him. “Um, good morning, C. Sentinax?” he called. “Good morning, MagaXidh Ende,” C. Sentinax’s voice came from … Continue reading →

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A Railgun Brain, Part XIV

Posted on December 8, 2021 by Hatboy

They ate again, Viator apologising for his lack of familiarity with human patterns of digestion and rest. Once upon a time, he claimed – again without confirming anything specifically – he’d been quite well-versed in primate upkeep. But the skills … Continue reading →

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A Railgun Brain, Part XIII

Posted on December 7, 2021 by Hatboy

“The Repositorium led me to it,” Viator said, “or at least revealed where it had been placed as part of a relic storage effort. Basically a mothballed lab that had run the full gauntlet of shady-fuck ownership. I’m talking the … Continue reading →

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A Railgun Brain, Part XII

Posted on December 6, 2021 by Hatboy

“Welcome back, Commander Broker,” a gravelly human-male voice spoke from a dark, chilly corner of the landing bay as they disembarked and headed for the back of C. Sentinax’s throat. Elan looked up, then turned to Broker and jerked a … Continue reading →

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