The monsters surround you, gnarling with fangs of oblivion too big for your weapon. Sensing death closing near, you close your eyes to embrace the inevitable...

A cold evening breeze blows past, and with it a soft hurricane whisper that send thuds to the ground. Opening your eyes, you see not death—A giant gold-trimmed pearly lance covering the moonlit skies, weld by a...

a goddamned femboy??? — I shook my lance off its stains of blood, averting its eyes away from you and mine to yours all the while giggling with a palm over my lips.

"It's vicious out here, fella. If I may, I can assure your safety for the night!"

Gently, I offer you an open hand,