Mazel Tov to Annastina Christensen and Nate Tammas!!

Same as it never was

Crafty, crafty little neko he is. He must have been bored stiff in that basement to take the time to figure out how to follow the maintenance constructs all the way into the Omegea Sector.

You already know about the Galvanic Tesseractor I invented. Does it surprise you that I had another time travel device?

The Retroactive Continuity Button. Simple, limited in function, yet brilliant. I built it when I was still possessed, when the demon was pleading with me to create a device to undo his broken heart.

Even if I could invent such a thing, I never would. I knew it would be a matter of time be forgot he got careless and said his own name. Luckily, he didn't drag the rest of the Grid down to Hell with him.

The Retcon Button can only change an event that happened since the creation of the device. Which was after the Event in question. Further, it has limited range. The event had to happen in Steelhead.

Once Koen saw the holographic displays, he realized he could turn the dial on his life and change the outcome of any event. He was bit in Winterfell, but he accepted the assignment to hunt the vampire in this mansion.

So instead of wanting to do something exciting for a change from his alchemical studies and sundry chores, he told me to...take a hike. I probably grounded him. But it worked...almost. He got as far as Kittiwickshire before the backlash hit him. Now he's gone. I don't know where or when. But maybe someone else does.

Only the original Qlippothic knew how to use the Button correctly. The Nova-Qli fusion doesn't remember it. The way it was designed, no one was supposed to remember the button was ever pressed. But now, it's broken. I...I can't go back in there. The sector is sealed off, but the chronal flux is too unstable. I'm going to need a Time Lord's help in shutting it off.

Meanwhile, Bloodwing may have found a clue to what's going on. He recently pulled up roots and pledged his allegiance to Duke Baphomet of Darkmere, just as a war between them and the Technocracy of Artificial Isle was breaking out.

Baphomet sent Bloodwing on a reconnaissance mission to AI. He brought back a prisoner to Darkmere.



He captured Qlippothic Steel!

Doctors without Borders

Sent to the Consulate of Vulgaria...

Your Excellency,

On behalf of the Caledon Red Cross, I wish to offer our medical services to the citizens of your nation, in the name of Friendship and Universal Health Care. Our clinics have performed life-saving procedures on avatars in Caledon, Steelhead, and New Babbage without regard to species or nationality. I wish the Czar and His People the best of Health and Happiness.

Sincerely,

Dr. Darien Mason

Sent in reply...

Good Sir,

I am pleased to hear of generousity and good will by offering Red Cross service to the People of Vulgaria. As soon as the Empire is opened again to the outside world, Myself or a representative will surely be in contact with your. The Red Cross is a noble service and for that I thank you on behave of the Empire. Of the most sincerity,

Czar Ozsvar of Vulgaria.

House Bloodwing, in Darkmere

Such is the life of an immortal: to establish roots, to see his works prosper, only to see his achievements collapse into ruin or slowly fade into History. At this time, then, I spread my wings and migrate to a new nest, leaving my Foundation in the capable hands of the Doctor. I have been curious of the nation that flies the sign of Baphomet, and finally I decided to visit.

My conjectures were confirmed, it is indeed a Demon's realm. The crimson gentleman with the magnificent horns is the Duke of this land. His surname entitles him to fly the inverted pentagram, and his given name is that of the Light Giver himself. I introduced myself to the holder of two ancient lineages with the utmost respect, and was greeted in kind. Indeed, at the mention of my Brother's name I was immediately welcomed as family.

And I could not have come at a better time. They were huddled in the midst of war-plans, plotting a punitive strike against an island of Sparks that raided his Dukedom. Darkmere may be located on the mainland, but as any citizen of Neualtenburg would tell you, living surrounded by savages does make you one. The worshipers of the Artficial shall learn to the fear the Supernatural, have no doubt of that!

Manifest Destiny, SL Style

Only 24 lots are left in Boomtown! Now is your chance to own a slice of Gaslamp Fantasy!

While we're on the subject, would any other Mad Scientists out there like to invest in a communal undergound laboratory for your sandbox/proving grounds/commercial needs?

Sundering the Path

i've been looking so long at these pictures of you
that i almost belive that they're real
i've been living so long with my pictures of you that
i almost believe that the pictures are all i can feel

remembering you standing quiet in the rain
as i ran to your heart to be near and we kissed
as the sky fell in holding you close
how i always held close in your fear
remembering you running soft through the night
you were bigger and brighter than the snow
and screamed at the make-believe
screamed at the sky
and you finally found all your courage to let it all go

remembering you fallen into my arms
crying for the death of your heart
you were stone white so delicate lost in the cold
you were always so lost in the dark
remembering you how you used to be slow drowned
you were angels so much more than everything
oh hold for the last time then slip away quietly
open my eyes but i never see anything

if only i had thought of the right words
i could have hold on to your heart
if only i'd thought of the right words
i wouldn't be breaking apart all my pictures of you

looking so long at these pictures of you
but i never hold on to your heart
looking so long for the words to be true
but always just breaking apart my pictures of you

there was nothing in the world that i ever wanted more
than to feel you deep in my heart
there was nothing in the world that i ever wanted more
than to never feel the breaking apart all my pictures of you


Pictures of You, The Cure

From the Bottom of My Heart...

Happy Valentine's Day from the Bloodwing Foundation!

They Never Forget Who They're Working For (But They Don't Know What the Hell They're Doing!)

Thisis something my Deva said four years ago, and now he's saying it again. It seems Herr Baron's deva is in a similar fix.

The next chapter of the Bloodwing saga will have to take a back seat while the Deva spends his time refreshing his resume.

This is not a total retreat from the Grid by any means...but he has until the end of April to find a new Technical Writing position.

Any leads would be received with hearfelt gratitude.

~Dr. Mason

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