End of the Line

It is over. It is done. The end is here and upon us. We have reached our terminus; our final destination. Please remember to take all of your personal ideas with you when you leave the blog. Stories left unattended will be removed and destroyed by security services. It’s been a hell of a journey, but we’re done now. I’d offer you a timetable for the resumption of service, but I don’t have one. You’ll have to keep a weather eye on the horizon and listen to the whispers on the wind; watch for signs, portents, omens and anything that just looks plain weird. Because no matter how hard you may try, some things just won’t stay dead. Some things will claw their way back up from even the most Stygian bowels of the underworld. Although we might have reached the End of the Line. It is not necessarily The End. Opportunities and wonder abound to those will to find them.

For my final wordascope I decided to do something simple and uncomplicated. I went with some old-fashioned, pulpy fantasy and wrote a brief story about Jala from the Working Barbarian. It’s probably best to consider the story as decidedly un-canon, especially since it takes place long after the thus far unchronicled end of the Working Barbarian. I didn’t end up making it as pulpy as I would have perhaps liked, but that is probably for the best.

There’s been quite the turn out for the last Pictonaut Challenge, especially from Mick (who went and wrote 5 interconnected tales) and Lady Tonksington-Smythe (who wrote 2.)

The Mick – The Final Stories: One, Two, Three, Four, Five.

Brunhilda von Tonksington-Smythe – Lord of the Underworld and Shadowmist

Sam Kurd – Don’t Pay the Ferryman

The Rogue Verbumancer – Jala and the Skull

James Clayton – Flowing, flowing, flowing.

Do not check back tomorrow, the Pictonaut Challenge is over. It’s been a hell of a ride, I think I’ll miss it.