Ara woke up and slipped on trousers and a shirt. She unplugged her belt from the charger and put it on as well as the bracelet and necklace. She thought about Oz, (it was still weird calling him that but what the hell, right?) he was probably somewhere strange doing god knows what and she was waking up hung over pirates for the morning. They weren't moving or looting today, and the captain had fallen asleep at her desk. Ara had thrown a blanket over her, Charlotte's face, stuck to a letter from… Continue

Arabella knocked on the polished wood of the bar. "Southern Comfort and something with which to kill this guy behind me." She smiled and then drew her gun when his hand slid onto her neck. "Nevermind, this'll do just fine." Once again, Arabella Porter's revolver was pressed into the chest of Thomas Dunning. "Give me the warrant papers or I'll shoot."



"I don't have them. I wouldn't have those privileges in foreign skies and soils." He held his hands half way up in surrender, looking… Continue

It had been happening all week. It started when the Widow's morning loot victim turned out to be a crew of monks. Ara sighed and scanned the group of firmly standing men in their brown robes, unafraid of death. Nothing to offer. She turned to the crew.



"I told you you should have burned that fucking scarf." Jon pointed out. Everyone laughed at him until the next ship when Ara had just happened to be helping Chanter with a crate of pomegranates and he slipped on a tea towel on the… Continue

I just caught Mr. Willeford's posting in the PA Steampunk group page on FB and thought it would be in the lines of a quick reminder of just how quickly the politically correct kneejerk can become a serious problem in and of itself.

Day 35: Jeff Mach’s Giant Robot- The last update

Or,

“Why I will NOT be attending the Steampunk World’s Fair or any other Jeff Mach events.

If you went to work and found this sign on the door, would you just walk in and accept…

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"What is the meanin of this!!!!??" Shouted a well suited man who stumbled in front of a well clothed (yet terrified) crowd of air cruise guests. David looked back at captain Charlotte who gave him a nod. He cocked his gun at the man.



"Back the fuck off unless you're the captain" he shot a sarcastic smile with a cocked eyebrow. The man huffed at the gun and began walking away. "Wait," David said after him. The man stopped and turned. "That's a mighty fine topper you've got. How much… Continue

Burg Hohenfalkenhorst

Ruritanien

December 1st, 1882



My dear Dr. Maßenbach,



I was quite fascinated by your letter and the enclosures and am sure they will be of great use in my preparations to visit Mars. Her Majesty has expressed a great interest in my visiting the Tossian Academy and in particular, seeing Mme. Kovalevskaya. She hopes that anything I discover there might be of significant help to Prof. Graf Zerneck’s various…

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Wilhelm smiled as he waved his visitor in. Though he could not see the man's face he felt no concern about being attacked. This man's reputation was well founded for being as trustworthy as he was reliable.

Wil sat at his table as his guest did. "Mr. Sallidar, a true pleasure to see you again. You have information for me concerning the Grand Republic's interest in my work?" 

The man removed his top hat, revealing his gray dusted hair. The mask over his face, on the other hand,…

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Bloody formatting! This is why I have Angel. But will she format a ship's log? Not a chance! Regardless, the first ship's log of The William's Hunt: The Milan Job is…

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Phillip and Brielle met Griffin out by the stables. They nervously hovered, waiting for their friend to appear while trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Brielle fed her favorite pony, Midnight, sugar cubes, giggling as he slobbered all over her hand. Phillip shook his head.

            “Disgusting animals, sometimes. You do know you can just let Griffin take care of that…” His lip curled a little as she wiped her tiny hand against her dress.

            “Well where would…

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Phillip and Brielle met Griffin out by the stables. They nervously hovered, waiting for their friend to appear while trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Brielle fed her favorite pony, Midnight, sugar cubes, giggling as he slobbered all over her hand. Phillip shook his head.

            “Disgusting animals, sometimes. You do know you can just let Griffin take care of that…” His lip curled a little as she wiped her tiny hand against her dress.

            “Well where would…

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As seen on the recent maps posted the world changed quite a lot after the American Civil War. This is designed to give an idea what those factions are made of and stand for.…

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 Felix sat on the railing at the rear of the ship. Looking down at the half empty bottle of bourbon in his hands he lat out a prolonged sigh. "Where did you get that Felix," Valerius's voice echoed from behind him.

"What do you want now, its bad enough I'm imprisoned on this ship."

"Felix can you try to get along with me for once?"

"Can you answer some things for me first?"

"Maybe."

"How do you know so much?" Gritting his teeth and clenching the…

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     Oh...someone is listening to the droning of my voice...nice. I'm Sgt. Ian MacBrooke by the way. The bulk of the pertinent info you've already seen, at least from my stand point and should you continue to hang about and listen to an old codger throw his opinions and tales about, you'll see the rest.

     My time being well spent in Afrikka, I occasionally had the R&R a natural hunter needs to unwind. The natives and their objections not withstanding, I bagged quite a few of the…

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