|"Dig in your heels, boys! It's gonna be a long winter!"|
HU6 - CliffhangerRain pelts the hapless street below in a machine-gun staccato, so thick one can barely see through to its other side. Anyone sensible remains indoors but for the most crucial emergency; one figure stands defiant in the deluge, peering through the water-curtain to the vague outline ahead. Luckily there are no cars; the constant roar of the downpour drowns out all sound as the stranger lurches over the road and up the stairs to the townhouse. The overhang grants respite as frozen fingers fumble with a set of lockpicking tools. Hasty metal scraping, a clink on cement, a sharp curse. Try again: this time it takes and the figure pushes the door open a little too eagerly, wincing as it slams against the wall. No sound from inside, so it hurries in, kicking it shut before shaking out the wide-brimmed hat. A tall, gaunt man, brown-haired with the stubble of someone that hasn't slept properly for some time.HU6 - Cliffhanger by El-Thorvaldo
The hallway, already claustrophobically narrow, tightens further from neverending rows o
HU6 - DoctorDougall awoke one day with something on his head. It was blue and green with an antenna ending in a little yellow bobble, and jiggled like a gelatin cake. He had no clue what it was.HU6 - Doctor by El-Thorvaldo
Dougall's friend and decades-long debtor suggested he go see a doctor. Since Dougall worked as a university custodian, he knew how to find all manner of doctors.
The Doctor of Medicine told Dougall that this was a phenomenon completely unknown to the college of physicians, and recommended that in order to obtain a proper diagnosis, he submit himself to a month-long study so that a full analysis of the something could be conducted in order to determine the most appropriate course of action. Dougall replied that he had a date on Friday, and thus could not commit.
The Doctor of Biology told Dougall that the something might very well constitute an organism previously unknown to science, and recommended that in order to study it properly, Dougall take up residence in the labs so that the researchers could exami
HU6 - EncounterTo the locals, the street was anything but quiet, hundreds of footsteps and rumbling engines the ambient soundtrack to the perpetual motion of a midday commute. To one drop in this sea of pedestrians, however, this noise—this normalcy—represented a unique silence. He was happy for it: he remembered the city in far darker times, one in which actual silence meant nothing but anxiety, the warm-up before a garish symphony none here would willingly attend. Such was the paradox of his career: he was the conductor that hoped never to wave his baton.HU6 - Encounter by El-Thorvaldo
He'd retired from that orchestra a couple years back. He'd toured the world on official business; now he was revisiting those stops at a tourist's leisure. Sure, he was a professional, had seen his ensemble through what might very well prove the concert of the century... but he much preferred this amateur noise. It proved the audience had recovered.
Legendary though he was both b
There was nothing extraordinary going on that afternoon. But then again, aren't all extraordinary days - at first - just ordinary? So it was, a gray, cloudy afternoon, a parking lot in a city, the expectation of rain hanging in the air together with a warm humidity - the kind that makes you pop a sweat if you as much as wriggle your toes. A lawyer by the name of Daniel was making his way to his parked car - the kind that can be expected of lawyers to have - a black, shining Audi with the usual leather seats and so forth.
Cursing the humid heat under his breath, carrying his blazer in the crook of his arm and holding his keys in the hand, his bag in the other. Just as he came up to the driver side door and was about to unlock it, he saw - and felt - a shadow loom over him, despite the clouded sky. The reflection he saw in his car was just a black blur, as he was turning around, and he felt a prick at the back of his neck - like a cold
Salutations, dear visitor! I am El-Thorvaldo, alias Thorvald of Lym, or simply Thorvald. In whatever spare time isn't consumed by computer games, I draw cartoons. I've been doodling since before I was in school, and while I will probably never make a career out of it, it's a hobby I enjoy and continue to improve upon. I've been told I am also a gifted writer, although I have yet to complete anything worth formal publication. The common topics of my musings include comedy, war and geopolitics, and the fantastical/supernatural, which when taken together have provided the foundation for a number of projects over the years.
Those that know me, know me over at CivFanatics as one of the lead contributors to and de facto boss of the collaborative comic, "DRAW Your Own Story". I'm also an on-and-off participant in the "Imperium Offtopicum" geopolitical roleplaying games likewise hosted on CFC. Most of what I showcase here has to do with one of these two subjects.