It was a testament to the technological advancement of mankind that Cremroy could feel the cold stone beneath his arm. The dying grass that seeped through cracks in the earth seemed to open up to catch him as he fell. Perhaps not the most pertinent of thoughts but when you’re minutes from shutdown what you should and should not be thinking about becomes more of a personal preference. His left arm ...

Well well well cried the man of the murder

You’d think with the screaming somebody’d have heard’er

A game of cat and mouse or some other sin?

I shudder to think of the one claims the win...