Katalepsis, Eusebeia Epoche - placid islands; black infinity - 2-1.5
Chapter dresses in benighted cloak, takes up a blunt-ended sword, and strides out into the rotting jungles.
Chapter dresses in benighted cloak, takes up a blunt-ended sword, and strides out into the rotting jungles.
A hurricane rages out in the real, and Elpida is deep in the network, beneath a simulated storm of steel. But who sends these ghosts to dog her heels?
Chapter clings to the sea-greased hull, tipping and tapping with hidden claws, peering in the portholes when nobody's looking.
Zombie girls come in many forms - physical media, digital storage, or raw parts. Fun fact, one zombie can be all three! Elpida would rather avoid the third, though.
Deep in storm and tomb and networked lattice, what is a zombie to find? Who lurks at the center of this widening gyre?
Chapter stalks the nighted hallways, peering into blackened chambers, claws clicking on bone-chilled marble floors.
Chapter snuggles down deep in a bed of loam, dreaming of moles and earthworms, and gnawing on stray roots.
Ghosts are just the weight of history; bad memories made crystal and clear. And zombiegirls have so much history, too much to bear.
Chapter emerges from the cave of hibernation, into the deep, dank, dreary woods. It raises a snout full of teeth and hunger, and howls at the open sky.
Zombies may be bruised and battered, but undead flesh is just so pliable.
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2025-03-13 00:02:55 +0000 UTC View PostZombie girls aren't the only souls ripped from the sleep of death. Unquiet spirits walk the night, clad in more than just naked revenge.
Hello everyone!
First off, the short version: the current Necroepilogos hiatus will extend for an additional week. There will be no Necroepilogos chapter on the 27th of February 2025-02-24 21:28:00 +0000 UTC View Post
Zombiegirls aren't like lego bricks; they don't snap together so easy, but once they do, good luck ever prying them apart.
Happy is the tomb who's doors are shut and barred; but no bonds can hold the undead for long, none but in the mind.
Hello there! This is the Katalepsis Book One Q&A post!
What does that actually mean? Good question!
As the conclusion of Katalepsis Book One approached, several readers and patrons ...
2025-01-25 01:33:55 +0000 UTC View PostHello everyone!
This is probably going to be a really long, meandering, self-indulgent post — mostly reflections on Katalepsis and how far I’ve come since the beginning, my plans for what...
2025-01-25 01:30:00 +0000 UTC View PostZombies might get lost in the dark, but can the undead ever truly be alone, with an infinity of time before them? No? Oh dear.
In who's guts is the meat being digested? Does the grave itself possess a stomach, or is eating only the preserve of the undead?
Chapter settles into a comfy armchair, a book propped open in her lap, ready to start the next story.
2025-01-11 04:28:35 +0000 UTC View PostWhen the commander is away, the mice will ... mount a punitive expedition to hunt down their ideological foes? Watch out for stray cats. They make bad zombies.
Chapter strolls through the ruined gardens, spinning cobwebs from steel, hunting oil-slick flies among the iron leaves.
Elpida isn't the only one with a terrible hangover after an evening with an undead maiden. But not everybody enjoyed the dance.
Die, die, and die again - isn't that just what zombies do anyway? Most of them give up eventually, but not our Commander.
Chapter bares tooth and claw, red as nature can be, down in the forgotten maw of the world. But she's not alone.
2024-12-14 02:48:46 +0000 UTC View PostWhat's a little death, to a Necromancer? No laughing now, Lykke, this is all too serious for that.
2024-12-12 04:24:11 +0000 UTC View PostChapter sails the open seas of interstellar space, singing solar whalesong to the great grey grazers in the void.
Chapter peruses the dead-shrouded streets, greeting vampires and ghouls and werewolves alike, a friend to all the spookies.
Some zombies are up and about; some zombies are down (and out). But other zombies are elsewhere, lost between the cracks.
This can of zombies is all shaken up; who wouldn't be, after that blast? But not everybody's paying attention. Somebody's out to lunch.
Chapter sneaks through the bowels of the ancient castle, plucking fungi from the stones and scraping mold from the wood, cooking up a witches' brew.