In addition to editing  kishnievrat's Freeworld and Gutsville stories (which, in apology to you, Kishniev, I am getting behind on--I plan to catch up after the "expedition" of mine), I plan on writing my own unrelated series of stories dealing with that little project called DryFire that I'd never actually gotten around to completing (or, for that matter, officially starting). I see this as a perfect way to revisit and unlock certain areas of my mind that had been locked away and inaccessable because of...current events, and there is plenty of material dealing with it that I'd like to get out onto some sort of record. A warning to those who look for this kind of stuff in stories, however: while there will be romance and possibly scenes of sexual activity in the story, the Adult-rated stuff is going to be kept to a minimum in order to keep flocks of porn addicts from flooding my page and drawing "fan art" of my characters--if you get what I mean by "fan art". And I think you do.

It's sort of a dystopian apocalyptic space epic (epic being a type of story, if you know your literary terms)...sort of. Not an EPIC epic, with lines of verse and so on, but an epic in that it spans several generations (several hundred years, in fact). And, of course, it will be the slang type of epic as well.

Some quotation from two characters late in the story (this is what I do to mother/son moments, apparently):

"They tried to kill you, Adrian. Why the hell do you want to go back in there? Why for them?"
"Mom...there don't need to be any more deaths. You should know this. I'm going back for them."
"Adrian...."
"I'm doing this, mom. It needs to be done. I'll be fine--you know that."
"Fine...you go back inside and try to get them out...I'll keep our escape route open. Go!"


(by the way, that above quotation is © to me, so don't mess around with it)



-Vatz