Jack Feldman

Market

In the center of the city, a popular tourist market has turned into hub of black market trades. It's a "known secret." If you're looking for medicines, weapons, or strange artifacts, you go to the market. One particular store- An old coffee shop- has

City

I am the city. I am the stop sign leaning on 5th and Pearl. I am the fog hanging over downtown in the morning I am the hum of electric wires mixed with cicadas at the end of a hot day.     I am the city. You can hear my voice

Broadcast

V1: So… How’s the weather over there. V2: Really? v1: I’m curious! V2: Really. V1: Like over here it’s starting to drizzle a little bit- V2: Stop. V1: And over there, maybe it’s, I dunno- V2: No! v1: Maybe its more rainy? Or less? No, that

Sharp

From the personal journal of Krafton Sharp, leader of the Liberty Lions. Dated May 13, 2026. The streets are quiet now. All the people are gone. The shops from my childhood are closed. Homes deserted. It hurts my heart to see my city emptied out, and scarred by war. But

Tower

There’s a lot of money, if you can find a way to sneak some loot out of the exclusion zone. Getting it out is easy enough, the hard part is venturing into the shit downtown where all the good stuffs at, without getting your head blown off. Cops, Feds,

Angel

I saw an angel today. Or maybe it was yesterday. I'm not so sure anymore. I know that time is passing, I can feel the air growing cooler, but I cannot see the sun setting. All I can see is the angel's halo, scorched into my