Hey folks! We hope you're all enjoying the Awfully Cheerful Engine!
Work is hard underway on future issues (and we have tons of ideas for ACE! issues going a long, long way ahead). We have full manuscripts in for Orcs & Oubliettes and Domes of Thunder already.
I wanted to quickly share artist Phil Stone's cover of Domes of Thunder, because I love it so much!
We May Need Another Hero…
It’s the year 2020, give or take. Well, not our 2020, as apocalyptic as it seemed. In this world, our whole civilization, with its skyscrapers, nightclubs, and being stuck in the rat race, destroyed and replaced by bleak wastes, water hoarders, and, well, betting on rat races. In essence, the world was flushed in the toilet and what little order remains in the waste is under constant threat from marauding gangs looking for gas.
But this waste is your home. Or at least that’s what you keep telling yourself as you drive over the old roads protected only by your vehicle and what weapons you’ve scrounged. The world outside your reinforced windows is a perpetual Burning Man festival, all leathers and fetish gear kissed by desert sand. Everyone is a threat; even friends can flip for the promise of clean water or a gallon of gas. That’s why you don’t have any friends.
No, if there’s one thing you’ve kept from the world before is that you just look out for Number One and you are willing to step on anyone who gets in your way. Or at least that’s what you keep telling yourself. The truth is, you can’t just walk away when you see people in trouble or some punk who thinks they can take what they want because they have the means. No, you’ll rise to the occasion because, deep down, you still have a heart.
You’ll just be damned if you let anyone see it.
Work is hard underway on future issues (and we have tons of ideas for ACE! issues going a long, long way ahead). We have full manuscripts in for Orcs & Oubliettes and Domes of Thunder already.
I wanted to quickly share artist Phil Stone's cover of Domes of Thunder, because I love it so much!
We May Need Another Hero…
It’s the year 2020, give or take. Well, not our 2020, as apocalyptic as it seemed. In this world, our whole civilization, with its skyscrapers, nightclubs, and being stuck in the rat race, destroyed and replaced by bleak wastes, water hoarders, and, well, betting on rat races. In essence, the world was flushed in the toilet and what little order remains in the waste is under constant threat from marauding gangs looking for gas.
But this waste is your home. Or at least that’s what you keep telling yourself as you drive over the old roads protected only by your vehicle and what weapons you’ve scrounged. The world outside your reinforced windows is a perpetual Burning Man festival, all leathers and fetish gear kissed by desert sand. Everyone is a threat; even friends can flip for the promise of clean water or a gallon of gas. That’s why you don’t have any friends.
No, if there’s one thing you’ve kept from the world before is that you just look out for Number One and you are willing to step on anyone who gets in your way. Or at least that’s what you keep telling yourself. The truth is, you can’t just walk away when you see people in trouble or some punk who thinks they can take what they want because they have the means. No, you’ll rise to the occasion because, deep down, you still have a heart.
You’ll just be damned if you let anyone see it.
