Thursday, February 11, 2010

It Only Works In Pre-Industrial Fantasy

by Zel Kuroi

Prophecy: a child of the Duranians would end our master’s reign. We pitched him plan after plan to sweep their lands clean, torching every house, killing every child. He said nothing. He just rolled out a blueprint for a chemical plant near their reservoir.

When all their babies were born sterile, it all made sense.

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