Space, it was a little weird each time to be not on solid ground, to not even be on a planet. Zane had done it plenty of times though, he travelled the galaxy for rich folk, to kill or spy on whoever they needed him to, most often it was each other. But when Claptrap pushed the ship too far and caused a hole in it, it was a bit weird to be floating, not that he complained, he actually found it to be kind of fun for the short period it went on. Once it was 'fixed', if one could even call it fixed

Deep in the city of Los Angeles, one wee little orphan huddled in a cold, dark alleyway, out of sight and out of mind of most people. She had a old pillow with the stuffing coming out of one side and a large cardboard box for shelter. A good rain would wash all that away, or at least make it so wet it was unusable and just her luck, it was said to rain tonight... She saw it on a TV in a store window. But there was nothing she could do about it, she couldn't find any better place to stay, she was

It was pouring out, rain coming down in bucket loads, people collected the rain with what they could, any container that wasn't deadly, they never knew when they might need fresh water. Lightning cracked across the sky, lighting up the muddy roads just for a split second before it was back to pitch darkness. In the brush alongside one of these dirt roads, a young child was huddling in some tall bushes, curled up and attempting to wait the storm out. She couldn't see anything during this, the col

A young, small borrower was hiding behind a barrel of discarded tools, watching as a strange man with white hair and two swords on his back came into town. It was late and most people were asleep, save for some guards, geese and this man. She was wanting to try and scavenge for food but not with this guy wandering around. As she watched, another borrower came up beside her, a boy that was a little older. "Who is that? " The young girl asked in a low whisper, causing him to tilt his hea

It was another dry, dusty day on Pandora, especially in the Dust... Where nothing but bandits and spiderants could survive and even then... many of both died, to each other or vault hunters occasionally visiting for some errand or another. Today, one vault hunter came alone, a most unlikely vault hunter to boot... One that could easily be mistaken as a bandit or worse, a psycho. And frankly... a psycho was exactly what he was, with his mask, buzzaxe and all, he certainly fit the part. But he did

A street light flickered in the city of London, a rat sat on the top of it before a man in a long, grey coat walked a little too close, causing it to leap onto the nearby building and scurry off. The man held a small sword in one hand, walking carefully and on high alert for.... something. He glanced down an alleyway as if expecting to see something or someone there, but it was empty, He stared for a little while longer before tucking his sword back into his coat, a sigh escaped him after. "

As the western sun started its sunset descent into the oceans, Geralt atop his steed rode through the soggy marshes of Ursten, the soggy trots of the horse drowning out the quiet noises of the few people still posted there. The view of the sunken homes always left a bitter flavor in his mouth, people driven from their homes by nature, a tragic thing to see. Yet amongst his travels, it was a constant theme, many left without a home or even shelter. The Witcher had tried his hardest to help every

It was a cool, calm afternoon in Los Angeles as a tiny girl, no taller than three or four inches, seeming to be a child, was poking around some trash recently tossed out by a fast food restaurant, but it missed the trash bin itself and landed beside it. It was extra breakfast stuff that they didn't sell and thus, tossed out for lunchtime. She found some old egg, a pancake like thing and a few hashbrown patties. She left the egg because it was nasty, but nibbled away at the pancake and hashbrowns