an ancient bell cast from burning mountains rings within the bones of mortals wakes the gods of the deep

autumn dusk clouds fall in waves of ember and cinder

Hit Die: Last Transmission

September ends and autumn is here; October and Halloween will soon be upon us! Get ready to write your epitaphs! Hit Die: Last Transmission, is your final signal to explore your dying moments…Check out this grim scifi journaling rpg at the links to DriveThruRPG and itch.io:

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last breath: the memory of war and fire coils inside as the darkness grows hungry

the crystalline rasp of claws cuts through armored ship hull and sunders the soul

still a part of our deeper consciousness rebels against the well oiled machinations of paradise

mists of day smothers the fire and from the ashes the faceless arise clawing at the hollow of their chest

obsidian beetles carry dead stars across gardens and into the heart of the bonfire

grimoires of old drift beneath grim waters torn pages bloom into kelp and ink slithers away as eels

autumn dawn winds grow in excitement and tree leaves catch fire