Every night, the revolutionaries make their marks, and every morning, the drones scrub them clean.
In the center of the plaza, Cara watched the glass flower flutter.It was the last of its kind. The last living thing from that world, gleaming and beautiful. Everything else had burned.
At the far edge of what we call the Universe, the scribes of Urizen scribble ink-black words into their sacred books, writing down all they see with their burning eyes. Their eyes are endless: they can observe the tiniest movement of a neutron and mark the cold, slow deaths of galaxies. Anything and everything can... Continue Reading →
If you ever find yourself near the Cinder, the Museum of What Was is a must see. Marvel at the recreations of this bygone world. Weep when you see the remnants of this noble civilization, reduced to ash in a single afternoon. We have in our collection numerous objects of interest to the discerning traveller.... Continue Reading →
Lily tugged Steven's sleeve as he entered the control room. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Steven wished people would stop asking that. A glance at his battered jacket and hair that hadn't been brushed since the first attack should have told anybody that he didn't and would welcome any suggestions. But in... Continue Reading →
They have flying cars in our shining future, just like we said they would. But when we say "they," we only mean them – the rich and the beautiful, the gods in their new Olympus. Down here on the ground, in a world of graffiti, neon, concrete, and filth, you have to settle for wheels. This... Continue Reading →
Nothing grew here that wasn't supposed to. Each species of plant had been carefully selected, its seeds packaged, and meticulously planted in place under the bright, droning lights of the Botanical Lab. But when Stackpole did his examination, he found strands of webbing. No spiders had been selected for transport and there were certainly none... Continue Reading →
There was a world where the Spiders ruled, scuttling about their high cities on their thin, twitching legs. In the darkness of the deep mountains and in the bright light of snow-capped peaks, they wove tapestries beyond compare, strands of white silk stretching and dancing. They wove vast webs that stretched in mighty columns, harvesting... Continue Reading →
It's the end. But the moment has been prepared for. Not very well prepared because it took us a couple days to get this up. But, y'know, prepared-ish. Join Jaden Kilmer (JC) and J.A. Prentice (JA) on this, our last journey in the TARDIS with Peter Capaldi and Steven Moffat, as we bid farewell to... Continue Reading →