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Big Trouble in Ancient China

By Stefan Vincent


I do not understand what is happening to me. Each day the pain in my head grows more intense. Always the cold slab awaits me in the morning, and always the bright lights, the strange sounds, and the pain. I think I remember a time before the cage and the pain, a time of trees and bright sunshine, but I cannot be sure.

The hairless ones jabber and squawk at me, so much that I almost think they are trying to communicate. They bring me food, but they also bring me to the slab. I do not know what they want.

I long to see my mate again, but fear I will not.

Boom Chaka Laka

By Dave Eber and Jose Garcia

Dr. Zaius surveyed the crowd assembled before him. It was made up of the cream of the Jammer hierarchy: scientists, technicians, commandos, cyber-apes, and even Battlechimp Potemkin himself. They had all gathered to witness a demonstration of his latest invention, which lay hidden behind him, under a tarp. The ape scientist allowed himself the tiniest, self-satisfied smile. Dr. Zaius had hinted that this invention would profoundly change the face of the Secret War, and he did not intend to disappoint his guests. Dr. Zaius cleared his throat, and the assembled group settled down and turned their attention toward him.

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Breaking and Building
Tales from the New Era of Shadowfist

by Thomas Edward

Xiao Yan trailed her fingertip along the flower’s stem until an unseen thorn pricked her. Snatching her hand away, she regarded the flower with anger—and a hint of appreciation. It seemed appropriate that in Xin Ji Yang’s formal garden, beauty should conceal danger.
Looking up, Yan wished once again that the garden was easier to navigate. Paths crossed it in every direction, but there were no maps. Rather, next to each path was a signpost bearing a snippet of a poem. Those few lines were the only clues as to what one would find along the trail.

Dark Future

By Dave Eber

Jason X screamed. He was held in stasis, unable to move, but still he screamed. He no longer had any idea how long they had held him. His waking hours were nothing but pain, as they operated on him again and again, injecting him with drugs, burning him with lasers, and digging their blades into his skin and muscle. He saw nothing but the inhuman faces of his tormentors as they tore him apart and put him back together again. And then they would put him into the tank for weeks or months at a time, where his sleep was filled with confusing visions and nightmarish images. And always he was there, the demon who had enslaved him, both when he was awake, and when he slept. There was nowhere for him to run, nowhere to hide, and no respite from the fear and the pain. And then finally, Jason could hold on no longer. He fell into a deep dark well inside himself, and the man who was Jason X was no more. Only then did the pain finally stop.

Netherworld 2: Back Through the Portals

By Dave Eber


Deep within the heart of the Biomass Reprocessing Center, Dr. Ally Matthews activated a com screen. It was the only one she knew was secure. It hummed slowly to life, casting an electric blue glow in the dimly lit room.

"Report, Dr. Matthews." As always, the voice sent a momentary shudder down her spine.

"Everything is proceeding according to schedule. The information you provided was accurate, and the test runs of the prototype conversion drones proved successful. The first wave is now active. Boatman himself will be arriving soon to oversee the implementation of stage one of their deployment."

Netherworld 2: Fragments

By Dave Eber

A line of a dozen prisoners, their upper bodies encased in blackout sacks were led out to the middle of the cavern by their guards, and then abandoned. Looking down on them from a ridge, Colonel Richtmeyer made a gesture, and the confining sacks were suddenly released. The prisoners shrugged out of the heavy black bags and then looked around them, gaping. They were in a wide, high-ceilinged cavern beneath a wide stone ridge. There was a pair of sealed Curboatite crates, 10 feet wide and high, on the other end of the cavern. At their feet was a line of new, fully loaded Buro Blue Spear automatic rifles. Richtmeyer, flanked by a unit of TacOps troopers, looked down on the bewildered prisoners and spoke.

Red Wedding

By Dave Eber


Pi Tui floated in a sea of gray mist. She looked around, confused. She wasn't sure where she was, or how she had gotten here.


"Father?" Pi Tui looked around, her long dark hair drifting out gently behind her. She felt as if she were trying to move underwater. Before her, the gray mists became churning, dark cloudsthat formed a giant face.

"Hear me, daughter!" The voice was deep like thunder, and echoed as if it came from the bottom of the deepest chasm.

"I'm here father! Where are you?"

"Help me. Release me."

"How can I help you? Where are you?"

Seven Masters Versus The Underworld

By Dave Eber

“Tell us a story, Master Wu! Tell us a story!”

“Eh?” Old Wu cocked open one eye. Beneath his grizzled eyebrow, he saw a dozen eager round faces, beaming up at him in the afternoon sun.

“Bah. Go away. Can’t you see Master Wu is taking a nap?” Old Wu closed his eyes and pulled the brim of his hat down low over his forehead.

“Please, Master Wu,” the children said, their voices a mismatched chorus of tinkling bells. Old Wu opened his eyes again, then pushed his hat back and sat up.

“You are all naughty little urchins, depriving an old man of his rest. Very well, I see you will not be satisfied until I am in my grave.” Old Wu picked himself up, and the children let out a ragged cheer. “Li, fetch me my stool. Cho, a cup of water. Song, stop hitting your sister!” Old Wu stretched out his lanky frame and brushed off his tattered robes. The children all sat down in a loose semi-circle as he sat down on his stool, took a cool sip of water, and then faced his young audience.

“Master Wu will tell you a story of long ago, a time when ghosts roamed the forests, and sorcerers walked the length of the land, seeking ancient secrets and hidden power. A time when the empire had been corrupted by evil men who threatened the world with their villainous plans. And I will tell you of the masters of old who lived in the mountains, who had kung fu the likes of which have never been seen since. And I will tell you of how heroes rose up to face the evil that darkened our skies, and how they saved us all…”

Shaolin Showdown

By Dave Eber

When I finally reached the Junkyard, I knew things were bad. Real bad. Everywhere I looked, I saw piles of twisted metal and rubble. Now, granted, being that it's a junkyard, you would think that I'd expect to see piles of twisted metal and rubble, but this was worse. It looked different, you know, like really trashed, even by the usual standards of the place. I could see that something really big had gone down there, and I started to get real nervous. I started digging my way through the junk, looking for the Prof's workshop. I knew it had to be around there somewhere. At least, I thought it was. So, I'm throwing hunks of charred metal outta the way and getting deeper into the junk, when I hear what sounds like a welding torch going. So I dig my way toward the noise and eventually end up in what used to be the TV Room. And that's where I saw her.

"Prof!" I yelled.

The Prof turned off her welding torch, but didn't turn around. "You're late, Arthur," she said. I knew I was in trouble. She only uses that name when she's mad.

"I'm sorry, Prof. I got here as soon as I could. But I was, uh, held up."

"More like you were involved in another drunken punch-up in some dive."

"Aw, c'mon Prof, don't be mad. I got here as soon as I could, really."

"Well, it's all over. You may as well go home. Everyone else has already left." The Prof turned around and pulled off her mask, and I swear she looked about 10 years older. I felt my heart drop into my gut. Things had been bad alright.

"I really tried to make it. Really. Maybe I can help out here?" I was almost pleading at that point.

"If you want to help, get over to Canton in the 1855 juncture. The Lotus are planning some kind of major offensive, and the Hand and the Ascended are too busy fighting each other to notice. Zheng Yi Quan is supposed to meet up with Kar Fai and Iala Mané at the Two Dragons Inn. Look for them there."

"Sure thing Prof. You can count on me!" As soon as I said that, there was a crashing sound nearby, and I looked up at the ceiling, afraid the place was caving in. Instead, a girl came skipping into the room. She was Chinese, maybe ten years old, with her hair in a ponytail down to her waist. She was wearing jeans, hi-tops, and a backwards baseball cap. When she saw me, she stopped suddenly, and then smiled.

"Hi mister. Who are you?"

"Oh yes. Arthur," the Prof said. "Take Jenny with you."