Tag Archives: Ink & Blood
“This is Chuck Klosterman filling in for Steve who-the-fuck on CNN. As you can see the from the scene behind me chaos has erupted on the Senate floor. Newsroom, this is the epitome of a pizza party gone awry.” Advertisements
Closed. Not a word generally considered ominous but when it’s written on the airlock leading to the last escape pod it takes on a bit more sinister undertone. There was a whoosh. Update: formerly connected to the last escape pod.
I swiped right. In retrospect that was probably the big mistake. Well, the big mistake was probably answering the message. Well, the big mistake was probably agreeing to meet, but swiping right was probably the first big mistake, in this … Continue reading
“What do you mean, unpublishable?” Mustache Steve said, slamming his massive, rock-hard fist on the agents hardwood desk. “I mean there’s no market for it.” “No market,” Mustache demanded, “for erotic comedy?” his deep booming voice reverberated off his … Continue reading
This story is a little different from most word duels on the-Fas so I want to give it a little set up. This story comes from an Ink & Blood dueling event. Not only was it written in just ten minutes … Continue reading
Today, we’re going way back. This story comes from the word duel that started it all. “You and your fucking turtleneck,” Mikey said, as he punched the cement wall.
The following, recently uncovered, dispatch from Commander C. Byron Taylor to persons unknown within the Royal Navy sheds new light on the death of a one Captain James “Blood’ Allard. Previously believed to have been killed in a high-stakes duel … Continue reading
There is definitely not any underground writing organization called the Ink & Blood Dueling Society. I mean, that’s a silly name. When you say it out loud it sounds like, “Incan Blood,” which is very confusing and likely to cause … Continue reading
“Begin, Aquadets!, find the stolen CO2. Batman is counting on us!” he shouted, as the mass of brightly uniformed youngsters scattered to do his bidding. Some were bipedal, some were bi-fin-swim-al… All were his hypnotic servants. But even if they … Continue reading