As in me doing it.
I'll keep doing Camp in April, but this is it for July.
Just another rainy night in the life of Jack Taggart, private eye.
Martin has lived in the basement for as long as I can remember.
Good news, bad news, fic news!
The Church may be a sanctuary, but not from everything.
Hunger drowns out every other impulse in a zombified brain...or does it?
For your weekend pleasure, here's some more advancing-the-plot fluff.