LastManStanding.exe is a standalone story set in the ‘Exeverse’, the world of J.A. Gillette’s Legacy.exe

The full version of LastManStanding.exe is available on Patreon

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People thought they had to travel someplace exotic, like the United Andean Federation or Thailand, maybe Lagos, to find the most depraved kinds of sex and violence the world had to offer, but they’d be wrong. Most people in the global north can indulge any whim the human mind can imagine just two blocks off Market Street in Downtown San Francisco. If a guy wants to spend a night with his neighbor’s partner before blowing their brains out on the bed, he can, all safe and artificial devoid of ethics thanks to the folks down on Sandhill Road. As I stepped over a wretch huddled up in a ball on the sidewalk half dead on my way into one of the parlors of virtual sin that scatter the Tenderloin, I know I should be more disgusted by places like this. I probably would be if I weren’t the guy supplying them.

Set hundreds of years before the events of The Crystal Empire, witness a dark truth buried under a millenium of secrets.

The full version of The Shadow is available on Patreon

Danen opened his eyes to a splitting pain in his head and blinked blearily through tears in the bright morning sun. That was a bad sign for how his day was going to go. Rolling himself up out of the puddle of sewage and rainwater he’d made laying his tired, emaciated bones down to rest last night, he realized he recognized the alley, and even remembered choosing it last night because he could stop at Rose’s for a drink when he woke. Silver linings there.

The full version of Date on Denzore is available on Patreon

It was the summer in Denzore City, and that meant heat, humidity, and storms. Tarik sat at a small table below the awning of Prrpa’s cafe on the fifth floor of 1027th street. He sipped his black Srassen tea that tasted like a forest breeze and enjoyed the sounds of the acid rain crashing against the maze of multi-leveled city streets, washing them clean of the dirt and debris that built up from so many people living atop one another. Poor souls rushed by in the rain, wrapped in thin plastic waterproofs that reduced all intelligent life in the galaxy down to one of four sizes, quickened by the occasional strike of lightning. Tarik hoped the squall would end before he had to join them in seven and a half minutes to catch his train.