The summer of games continues with this spectacular Issue 2! In addition to this awesome game, I’ve been enjoying my PlayStation 5, particularly Street Fighter 6, so far this summer and I can’t wait for the new Mortal Kombat later in the season. I love fighting games, stringing together combos is an awesome feeling, even if you have to wear your thumbs to the nerves practicing the moves. The new World Tour mode of the game is perfect for practicing the moves while moving through an open world, doing missions, and leveling up. And the standard arcade mode is good too, the new additions are fun to play with and against.
I won’t keep you too long, dear readers, I know you’re ready to find out how the dice rolled and affected our main characters’ actions. So let’s get to it! And come back soon for more of the best serial fiction on the internet!
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This week:
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Ariel explores the woods. What does she find? A strong scent of vanilla and a nagging reminder of Seraphiel.
The Divine Essence: “Ariel and March pass the pool where her cousins splash and laugh, and they eventually make it to the edge of the trees to follow the path inside. Almost immediately when they are walking on the path through the woods, Ariel notices a smell that seems out of place.”
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Doechii and Rico are back….My bad, I meant Tracia and Pultine are back, still presiding over an Earther swamp. Lolof’s tears don’t work, and the two are full steam ahead in their plans. But they don’t seem to have the same plans, and neither of them seem to be on the same page as the other mmoatia.
Swamp Bitches (Pultine’s Greatest Hits): “Tracia stood and spread her wings, then took flight up over the treetops. She flew west over the green landmass until it became mountains below her. There were humans by that point in Earth’s history, but Pultine had trained them not to mind the presence of mmoatia, just as they lived alongside the birds and bears. Word of the winged woman who radiated orbs of bright, yellow-white light, who was sometimes smaller than them, sometimes their average height, with dark skin and beautiful wings, spread throughout the land, but no one disturbed her.”
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The dice roll goes in Zazel’s favor and she is more than happy to crack some skulls. She is so scary. Being her GM is nerve-wracking. You try to tell her she can’t do what she wants to do.
Vistas of Endla: “’Who drugged us,’ punch to the face, ‘who took us unconscious from our home,’ strong grab to the bridge of his left wing on his back and a savage digging in of the short talons on each of her fingers, ‘who will die by my bare hands?’”
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Daedalus is in jail. He’s found something to get him through, to help him disappear in the eyes of the other prisoners. But apparently Dae is talented, and he’s attracted a potential friend.
The Trials of Daedalus: “Dae is startled from his trance. He’d been lost in the vision that he sketches with a pencil on rough paper in the prison library. He brandished his pencil like a weapon in the direction of the voice that he didn’t recognize. It isn’t Father Lavalle, and no one else ever bothers him in the library.”
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Max is back with a heartwarming story from the near future. Stories about brothers always make me cry.
Shuffle: “Bailey didn’t move. He knew he had time to close his eyes and appreciate the warmth under his covers before everyone else in the long room, that is filled with bunk beds and other boys his age of around thirteen years, was out of bed and headed to the bathroom to prepare for school. He nestled under the covers and even if his bed wasn’t the most luxurious bed in the world, it was heaven compared to the cool of the room that made the linoleum floor cold against the soles of his feet.”
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The old woman talks to her daughter about the unbelievable news she received last issue. Her daughter doesn’t seem moved by the news at all, in fact, she is sure it’s all a set up for something.
Before the Darkness: “Vita looked very much like her mother, like the old woman had looked a couple decades before and the scowl on her face was as biting and judgemental as the old woman could still manage to conjure in the prominent lines on her brown face that wrinkled her skin. They were a kind of reflection of one another, though Vita didn’t have any gray hair in the thick mass of black that sprouted from her head.”
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It’s the PRL Serials Volume 3! The hot, hot, hottest RPG in this universe or any other.
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PRL Serials 