Necroepilogos, tenebrae - 13.1
What's black and white and red all over? I don't know, but you don't want to meet it down in the tomb.
2024-11-14 04:21:06 +0000 UTC View Post
What's black and white and red all over? I don't know, but you don't want to meet it down in the tomb.
2024-11-14 04:21:06 +0000 UTC View PostChapter stalks the moonlit streets, across cobbles and brick and soot-stained asphalt, singing to the gutter-rats and urban foxes following at her heels.
Chapter creeps through abandoned hospital hallways, peeking into rusty rooms, sniffing out empty beds, heading for the wild party beyond the final doors.
Tick tick tick tick tick - what's that sound, counting down, ticking away inside a zombie's cells? Oh wait, no, that's the bomb! Tick tick tick tick-
Something infernal this way comes, wrought not by demon's hands nor the mind of a mad god, but only the cruelty of any old zombie.
Hello everyone! I’ll try to keep this short.
The upcoming Katalepsis chapter will be delayed by one week, both the patron and public chapter; there will be no Katalepsis chapter on the 26th...
2024-10-21 20:35:40 +0000 UTC View PostNot all who watch are making plans; some just like to listen. But an eye in the sky (or up on a hull) is invaluable in a house full of the undead.
Chapter explodes into sparkles and glitter, passes through a burst of light, and emerges wearing a pink magical girl outfit. Peach blossom splash attack!
Chapter wanders the fungal forest, chewing on stalks and snacking on frilled caps, making friends with strange birds the colour of coral and crushed brick.
What happens when the most wretched of creatures is offered a hand and raised from the pit? Even a zombie can find grace, given space to grow.
Chapter squirms and worms through the factory's spinning guts, caressing machines and kissing the forges with lips of molten iron.
Elpida and Shilu may be building bridges and dreams, but hope isn't the only thing lurking in this tomb.
What is salvation to the undead, if eternal life is already hell and death is merely an end? Her name is on Elpida's lips.
Chapter roams the rocks and pools of alien lagoons, cramming moss into its maw, building a nest from sticks and mud.
Chapter glibbles and meems, swunging among the omenesly brooves, wondering where it misplaced the dictionary.
When zombie girls speak, do they moan and gurgle, or hiss and gibber? Does Elpida have ways of making them talk, or is she just turning the screws on dead flesh?
Chapter soars from island to island on wings of canvas stretched between bamboo rods, stealing fruit from the gods and iron from the earth.
Even zombie girls can suffer insomnia. Not dead but dreaming? No, that's the wrong genre. And this little ball of trauma, she's not dreaming either, unless this is all a nightmare.
So many zombie girls loose in the tomb! What mischief will they do? Eating each other, and also eating each other, right? Unless ...
Chapter clambers down the cliffside castle wall, cloak billowing in the night, baring vampire fangs on sanguine errands.
Hello all! I’m going to be making a few changes to the publishing schedule for both Katalepsis and Necroepilogos.
This post will be a little complicated, and quite long, so I’ll do a shor...
2024-08-13 23:56:29 +0000 UTC View PostChapter slinks and sneaks beneath the moonlit forest canopy, hunting by the smell of blood and fear.
Beneath the cover of night and storm is the best place to hatch a dastardly plot; but are these zombie girls one step ahead of their phantom foes, or a dozen steps behind?
Chapter struggles down the fog-bound lane, slipping on slick-wet cobbles, searching for the door to the dingy old pub.
Batten down the hatches, snuggle up all cosy, and drift off to the sound of the storm. But do try to ignore the voices in the wind; they might lead you astray, little zombie ...
Chapter falls asleep in the warm wooden darkness of the workshop, drills on the table, hammers on the walls, surrounded by friendly tools.
A stormy sky, a creaking house, screams from the basement, and things going bump in the dark. Zombie girls are not the scariest things abroad on this night most foul.
Chapter skitters about the cottage garden, chatting with floating sheep and gossiping with the rosebushes, waving back to the eyes in the kitchen window.
Hello all!
This week’s Necroepilogos chapter will be delayed by one week; this applies to the patreon advance chapter and the public chapter. Necroepilogos will resume as n...
2024-07-15 21:53:41 +0000 UTC View PostChapter smashes aside the broken coffin lid, rising from the grave with fangs bared and claws extended and most a fabulous hairdo ready for the disco.