The re-run of some stupid robot sitcom finally ends, and the cheesy saxophone music plays over a still frame while the credits scroll rapidly across
Category: 10 – Dog Days in Hotlanta
Knock, knock. It’s… Uh, the Crusader? At my front door, with no armor or anything? At five in the morning? In the middle of the
The chase started a few seconds ago, but it REALLY starts the moment I collide into a food stall and get a bunch of kebabs
“Put this on. You’ll blend in better,” Kusata says. One of his men hands me a bright pink yukata and beckons for me to take
The Summer Festival is here! J-District is decked out in all sorts of colorful glee. Banners up everywhere in countless symbols I can’t possibly read.
Please subscribe to my new story, Her Golemancer Girlfriend. ATL fans will love this one too. — I got another e-mail from Karina today. Last night for