The Vanguards of Darkwind
The life and times of the Vanguards, a gang struggling to survive in the wastelands of Evan, based on the game Darkwind by Psychic Software

Posts Tagged ‘Fiction

Limpet beacons?

March 15, 2008

Jake was an habitual early riser. By midday, the heat of the inflamed sun was unbearable, so he always aimed to make use of the early hours, when the heat was only memory, a fear, before the sun’s strength sapped energy and enthusiasm and your only thought was to find shade and curl up and […]

Hey Boss, look what I found.

March 11, 2008

“Hey Boss, look what I found.” Enrique Oquendo hurried into Dexter’s. His youthful face shone with enthusiasm and pride. In his hands he held a small rectangular object, wrapped in a bloodied shirt. “Sorry for the mess, boss. Didn’t have anything else to protect it from the dust, and I figured Xena’s cohort didn’t need […]

Why do I deathrace? Part II

March 9, 2008

“This is insane.” The words were spoken out loud, even if there was no one to hear them. The klaxon blared, declaring Weapons Free. Amy tightened her grip on the steering wheel as she accelerated, jockeying for position with the other Sunrises. The crackle of super-heated air startled her, and she jerked the wheel to […]

Why do I deathrace?

March 6, 2008

Amy Banuelos tightened the straps on her helmet. She checked them, then checked them again. Ever since Old One-Eye hit that wall at 90 in a Vampire, she always triple-checked the helmet. The medics said death was instantaneous. Because his straps were loose. “Amy, you don’t have to do this you know.” ‘Earl’ Hickey leaned […]

The dream of a Vanguard

February 15, 2008

Howard Spicer sat alone in the bar. He nursed a glass of firewater, the fiery spirit of distilled cactus sap known as Mezcal. “Hey, Boss.” Amy Banuelos ambled over and pulled up a chair. The team’s scout, she was effective and popular, although Howard knew that the gang had more respect for the conspicuous bravery […]

A voice from the grave

February 13, 2008

It took a lot to surprise Dexter. Dust storms, mutant rad-frogs, gangs blowing off steam (and each other’s ears) in the compound. But when Robert Hickey walked to the bar early in the morning, Dexter knew something was up. The normally ebullient Hickey was pale and drawn. His stare was fixed as he shambled across […]

The girl who crossed the Badlands

January 15, 2008

The Mercenary rolled up to the fortified wall of the Badlands Truckstop. As it weaved its way into the compound, he could hear the dull slapping of rubber against the dusty, rocky road. A girl got out. No, he thought, a woman. She must have been in her mid-twenties. Not many live that long anymore. […]