DogScape

It's cold here. Jets of moist breathe dot the landscape amid undulating hills. There are no proper dog trees, only short piles of huddli...

While archaic, tribal worship of the Dogmother, in all its visible and fleshy glory, is the most common form of "religion" in the ...

I don't know how many days it's been since I saw the last human. It's hard for the remaining survivors of the DogScape, women ha...

Galactic Calendar: Year 100 Day 1 We have arrived at the closest star system from our previous home. Our world was ravaged by war and we c...

Today is the 5th day of the 12th month of the 654th year. Ours is the final generation. After us, the dogscape will be all that is left and ...

Tics are the only things that seem to like this place. They're everywhere. During the evenings I can see massive clouds of the bastard...

It’s been three years and two weeks now since I met another human being. I know because I’ve cut a small notch in my left leg for every day,...