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

The streets of London were wet and shiny from the previous rainstorm, the moonlight reflecting off it to give the clean and bright look to the city's cobblestone. It was deceptive though, for it was anything but clean, with the Spanish Flu ravaging the people, while monsters stalked the shadows and increased the body count even more. Oddly enough, at the pitch of night, a man in a long dark brown coat nosed around some trash bins for anything worth salvaging, finding a few household things he'd

It's a cold, cool evening in Novigrad, most of everyone were in bed already or in taverns getting wasted, but for some going home wasn't so simple, especially when you lacked a home due to a new cat. A small young girl was carefully balanced on the bars of a warm brazier, lit for light mostly but for her, it was the only source of warmth she could find. It was dangerous to be so close to a fire at her size of just a few inches tall, if she fell in she likely would get some serious burns. But if

It was a cool morning in Skellige, a certain white haired Witcher was making his way down a goat path towards a rather small village in the distance. He was looking for work and hoping to get some in one of these out of way places, deep within the wilderness and away from most others. As he began to walk into the village, everything seemed normal, the usual strange comments about axes and giant's head on one's mantle from the warriors protecting the village. A few small children were playing