Morthon

In a dark rain forest in the east of Africa, a rat scurries. It skitters and hops its way through the thick brush. It stops as it meets a lonely well made of stone. A single, man-made structure in a vast wasteland of hostile plants and wild-life. The rat climbs on the wall and peers into the edge. It's greeted by a pitch-black darkness. The pit seems endless. A grappling hook is tethered to the edge.   Into the well, deep in the dark below, a man slumbers through a claustrophobic hallway. The man is balding, but with a perfectly groomed mustache to compensate. Colorful, elaborate attire is draped over his body. He seems well-off and clean in

It was 1957, somewhere deep inside Soviet Russia... Our air-mobile infantry platoon of 40 elite spetsnaz (all with their skills set to 100%) was tasked with investigating a secret research facility on Altis that went dark. Officially, we were sent to investigate the base and find out why, but we were armed to the teeth and ready to storm it by force, expecting some armed hostile presence to have surprise-attacked the base and eliminated the base personell. I, Sergeant Morthon, led first squad (codenamed VIPER-1). My brother, Lieutenant Commander Aco, took the role of platoon commander (codenamed STANISLAV) and commanded the rest of the plato

For those who know me: If you’ve ever experienced me as weird, intrusive, boring, repetitive, obnoxious, arrogant, creepy, uninterested, uninteresting or downright annoying, you may have wondered what goes in my head as I try to gently smile as I ask you the same questions over and over again. Consider this a testimony to my own insanity. This is why I am insane. It was on this very day(the 10th of January 2015, for the record) I sat in the fifty-one line of the subway system on my way home after a short, but very enjoyable trip to the beautiful country of Germany. The city of Aachen to be precise. My mind could be considered perfectl

The sun rises up over the city. A dark bedroom is slowly filled with sunlight flooding in through the gap in the curtains. As the light travels across the messy room to the bed on the other side, a shirtless man slowly wakes up and turns to the window, lying on his stomache. As he turns, his eyes slowly open to meet the sun. His left hand moves up to his pillow and he rests it next to his head. As he stares at his motionless hand, he turns it and starts to slowly close it, until he seems to be holding air. He closes his eyes. A woman is lying on top of him, resting. A beautiful blonde woman with her eyes closed, with her left hand resting i