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CWD: Sewer Skewers ~ Sixteen

Nacho ignored a steady stream of intrusive thoughts pressuring him to get back into combat while he sliced up a pound of the goat meat from just shy of fifteen feet away—remaining in the relative...

CWD: Sewer Skewers ~ Fifteen

Welcome to Active Combat! No Store access and no Regens!

At least a dozen of the goats and birds were actively attacking the caravan, which by itself meant that the fighters had thei...

Artorian 13!

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Check your email! If you’re at the $5 tier or above, you’ve got an ebook waiting for you - AA13: Antelucan!

If you’re at the $15+ tier, the audiobook is there too!

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CWD: Sewer Skewers ~ Fourteen

Bright and early the next morning, Nacho, Reuben, and Brie were tromping down the Bove Road—the new name for their burgeoning superhighway. The cook had been opposed to the title at first, becaus...

CWD: Sewer Skewers ~ Thirteen

The night before they left for the UnderFun, Nacho collected his prize for hitting Tier one. He’d managed to extract a total of six hundred additional credits from processing the Cow Poke, and he...

CWD: Sewer Skewers ~ Twelve

Kronos gave Nacho a happy little salute, which was disconcertingly out of place when a god-like entity was the one performing the action. The Patron was a tall man who looked kind of like a beloved...

CWD: Sewer Skewers ~ Eleven

Days later, Nacho was hard at work deep frying taco shells when the door to his kitchen was thrown open. The sudden interruption caused a knife to blink into his hand, spun around, and whipped at t...

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CWD: Sewer Skewers ~ Ten

Nacho patted the rough hide armor of one of the big guys that pulled the wagons of their caravan. He chuckled as the man looked at him oddly, then started laughing outright after the increasingly c...

CWD: Sewer Skewers ~ Nine

Building the first forty living spaces had caused an uproar, as everyone demanded one for themselves. Nacho lobbed that negotiation off on Mayor Dan and walked away, informing him that the only peo...

CWD: Sewer Skewers ~ Eight

After breakfast, the trio left the guild hall through the door from Nacho’s kitchen and went straight down the south side of town. They passed another collection of tents on their walk to the sou...

CWD: Sewer Skewers ~ Seven

Nacho made sure his oven was at temperature, nodding as he felt the radiating heat. With a practiced motion, he slid three skillets in to get the first round of biscuits going. He then poured every...

CWD: Sewer Skewers ~ Six

Nacho and his friends retreated to the Barracks in high spirits, where they enjoyed an excellent lunch of basic potstickers, complete with sweet sauce. The cook was so excited that he bought a pan ...

CWD: Sewer Skewers ~ Five

The cook had no idea how he hadn’t noticed until it was pointed out, but the Costco just kept going past the boundary where the normal cinderblock walls should’ve ended. Another series of shelv...

CWD: Sewer Skewers ~ Four

Nacho didn’t know if Brie had done any damage to the rat or not. It was obviously a peak Tier one monster, leaving them little opportunity to actually cause it any harm. If it was close to level ...

CWD: Sewer Skewers ~ Three

The next morning, Nacho and his friends didn’t need breakfast—but the people that were used to three squares a day started complaining almost as soon as they were preparing to start out. Unfort...

CWD: Sewer Skewers ~ Two

Nacho sat with Brie, Reuben, Taye, and Kristie on simple wooden benches they pulled close to the fire. Abby had helped shape the benches by hacking them out of the many trees that Bove had thrown t...

CWD: Sewer Skewers ~ One

Eli ‘Nacho’ Naches stood blinking, trying to figure out how to process the fact that he was standing in a Costco, deep under the crust of what he’d thought was another world. He held a bag of...

CWD: Sewer Skewers ~ Prologue

“Say that again?” Richard Crave wasn’t sure he’d heard the Shadow Killer’s real name correctly. “I thought you said your name was-”

“Nacho,” the too-young kid told him with ...

Today starts book 2 in Cooking With Disaster: Sewer Skewers!

As an end of year treat, I'm going to put out a chapter every weekday until the end of the year, and likely through January depending on how far ahead I am on edits!

You. All. Rock! 

CWD: GA ~ Epilogue

Killing the Bove didn’t give them many credits—only forty—but the System did give Brie a ten credit bonus for killing something above her Tier, which felt more like a kick in the teeth than a...

CWD: GA ~ Forty-Five

Crave wiggled his magic sleeping feather at Nacho. “Actually, I like my steak medium-rare.”

“We’re going to kill them, right?” Rizzo gripped two black short swords. He had probably ...

CWD: GA ~ Forty-Four

Nacho hauled his pack, full of mostly food and water, while Brie and Reuben hid theirs in the tangle of trees. The cook carried the bow in his left hand and the lantern in his right, allowing them ...

CWD: GA ~ Forty-Three

Nacho was itching to leave as soon as possible. It was still afternoon, and ideally, they’d be able to kill the Bove before nightfall. Most of the settlers had already rifled through their ruined...

CWD: GA ~ Forty-Two

The Dinner Party left through the main doors and emerged into the bright sunshine. A frosty wind was sweeping in from the north, letting the world know that it would start snowing any day now… an...

CWD: GA ~ Forty-One

A week later, Nacho collapsed onto a bench at one of the long tables. He sat hunched over, absolutely assaulting the soup he’d made from some Rock Tarragon Ptarmigan; which a hunting party had fo...

CWD: GA ~ Forty

One hundred and eighty-six were people living on Armor Mountain, which was a good number for a community. All of them were between the ages of sixteen and fifty-five, so The Dinner Party fit right ...

CWD: GA ~ Thirty-Nine

Kala didn’t yet have her Death Knight armor, her helmet, or the big black sword, but it was her all right—she had a nose so sharp he could cut his finger on it, and dark hair with a slash of gr...

CWD: GA ~ Thirty-Eight

Nacho knew he was dreaming, but he couldn’t wake himself up. A man in sunglasses stood in the middle of the game trail, dressed in jeans, cowboy boots, and a leather jacket. He wore a long, sheat...