Carlos and I discussed a few meters away from Rajni whether to accept her offer. Scratch that. Not meters. Centimeters. It’s easy to forget how small we are now.
“It’ll help us survive,” Carlos said.
“Right,” I said. “At the expense of everyone else’s survival.”
Carlos exhaled and leaned closer, voice low. “She’ll learn it eventually. And if she eliminate...
2025-07-25 14:01:20 +0000 UTC View PostAuthor's note:
With the release of Handyman 3 and Card Slinger 1, I haven't had much time to write Farming Beetle. Anyway, I had some extra time and ended up writing two more chapters. Enjoy!
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Now that I think about it, in Earth stories—books, movies, whatever—there’s always some kind of epic journey. You know the drill: the hero sets ...
2025-07-25 13:59:28 +0000 UTC View PostDeckard pulled his jacket tighter around his neck, shielding his throat from the wind. Autumn had turned colder, wetter. Rain slicked the quiet pavement, puddles reflecting the dull gray of the overcast sky. But the chill felt good. After yesterday, he was glad to be outside.
He’d spent the day holed up in his apartment, shuffling decks and running solo matches on repeat. The problem wa...
2025-07-24 18:44:48 +0000 UTC View PostBy the time Jack regrouped with the team, all the NPCs had already vanished. They always cleared out the moment a wave was marked complete—like regulars at a restaurant who knew that if they didn’t leave quickly, they’d be stuck in line when it opened to the public.
Jack knew what that meant. He was headed straight to the kitchen next. And based on how things had been left, he was p...
2025-07-23 09:47:59 +0000 UTC View PostRob was the first to make contact.
He slipped into stealth just before closing in—his outline blurring, then vanishing altogether. The sabertooths didn’t notice a thing. From Jack’s point of view, it looked almost as if Rob had teleported to the back of one of them. Of course, that wasn’t the case. He was just using stealth.
Not until he reappeared behind one of them, blades...
2025-07-22 16:25:08 +0000 UTC View PostGood news, everyone!
Hidden Class: Card Slinger 1 is finally ready for release! It'll be out on August 4th, and I’m keeping the $0.99 launch price through August 11th—that includes the first week after release.
To celebrate, I’m also making Card Crawler and Hidden Class: Pacifist 1 av...
2025-07-22 09:40:15 +0000 UTC View PostHey everyone!
Big news — The Bushcrafting Potter is now 2025-07-20 13:49:20 +0000 UTC View Post
The mysterious puppeteer turned out to be a bird.
Not just any bird—it loomed taller than even the colossal macaws that roamed the island’s core. One of its legs had been replaced with a tree trunk, gnarled and smoothed into a crude wooden stump that pounded the earth with each step. Its feathers were a chaotic patchwork of mottled green, shot through with streaks of red, the brightes...
2025-07-18 15:35:58 +0000 UTC View PostThe courtyard had transformed—from a swarm of starving rioters into a daycare at nap time. One-Eyes and their goats were sprawled everywhere, snoring softly. Even Pterry was out cold.
Jack checked the clock between labored breaths. Only one hour left until the first event wave hit. And all he’d done so far was cook.
He stepped back for a moment, eyeing the setup that had allowed...
2025-07-17 17:48:50 +0000 UTC View PostJack materialized at the fortress gate, cold wind hitting his face like a welcome slap. Back in the mountains. Back in the game. “Jack! Come
Jack materialized at the fortress gate, cold wind hitting his face like a welcome slap. Back in the mountains. Back in the game.
“Jack! Come here! Quick!”
He looked up to find Horace waving frantically from the battlement.
“...
2025-07-16 14:05:28 +0000 UTC View PostAfter a satisfying workout and a hearty breakfast with his parents, Jack rushed back to his room. Even after a quick shower, sweat clung to
After a satisfying workout and a hearty breakfast with his parents, Jack rushed back to his room. Even after a quick shower, sweat clung to his skin. He toweled off as he logged into the meeting.
His face flickered onto the screen, joining the m...
2025-07-15 09:25:30 +0000 UTC View PostDeckard blinked against the sting in his eyes. This was one of the good days—one of the rare moments when his mother remembered who he was.
Deckard blinked against the sting in his eyes. This was one of the good days—one of the rare moments when his mother remembered who he was.
“Deckard, you haven’t been eating well. You look older, too,” she said, her voice soft as she s...
2025-07-11 09:30:09 +0000 UTC View PostThe system message blinked to life, carrying a sweet note of triumph. Wave 40 Cleared. +1 Breach Point. You’ve defeated the Flying Marmoset.
The system message blinked to life, carrying a sweet note of triumph.
Wave 40 Cleared.
+1 Breach Point.
You’ve defeated the Flying Marmoset. +4 Breach Points.
A warmth spr...
2025-07-10 10:18:51 +0000 UTC View PostThe courtyard, once noisy with conversation and movement, had quieted. All the NPCs were seated with bowls of shagrat stew, while Jack, Horace, and Marie kept glancing toward the gate.
“They’re cutting it close, aren’t they?” Jack muttered.
“They are,” Horace replied, his tone unusually serious.
A ping broke the silence.
“Hey! Caught in a package—can...
2025-07-08 09:30:32 +0000 UTC View PostAuthor's note: Hi everyone! Wishing you all a great week!
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The first recipe he’d obtained from the crossover between bushcraft and brewing was for a type of yeast.
Recipe: [Wild Yeast]
Ingredients:
• 1x [Honey]
• 1x [Water]
• 1x [Fruit] or [Flower]
• 1x [Jar]
Instructi...
2025-07-07 09:41:03 +0000 UTC View PostThe Cerberus regional office housed thirty immersion capsules spread across three floors. It had taken him a two-hour drive to get here, fuel paid out of pocket. But if this went the way he hoped, the raise would more than make up for it.
The sliding doors parted with a soft hiss, letting in a wave of warm air that brushed against Rook’s face. He stepped into the lobby, where a receptio...
2025-07-04 12:55:09 +0000 UTC View PostAfter checking on his hives, Jack jogged back to the courtyard, where Esther was just tying off the brim of a grass hat.
“Esther, change of plans. Can I have you switch over to brewing mead instead?”
“Of course, sir. What about the hats and sandals?”
“Don’t worry about those. Here.” Jack dumped as many pots of honey into her inventory as it would allow. 2025-07-03 08:41:08 +0000 UTC View Post
Jack’s avatar materialized in the courtyard of the Breach’s fortress.
The air was crisp, and the sun was about to set. He heard the nearby stomps of marching soldiers and the scrapings of Christoff’s knife as he crafted arrows.
The friend’s list showed everyone’s name in bright, white letters with a green circle next to it.
Oh no. I was the last one to log in. 2025-07-03 08:27:16 +0000 UTC View Post
Jack blinked. “Holly?!”
Time seemed to stop.
Tuesday night flashed before his eyes—the train ride, the pleasant conversation, the texts they’d exchanged afterward. He hadn’t expected to see her again so soon—especially not here, mid-job, covered in dust and grease.
Holly stood a few steps down near the stairwell, holding a mug of tea in one hand and three th...
2025-06-30 14:03:28 +0000 UTC View PostHi everyone!
I hope you're having a fantastic week.
I’ve got two quick announcements to share with you today:
I'm about to begin my final round of proofreading and editing for the first Card Slinger book, which is set to release on August 4!
Based on reader feedbac...
2025-06-27 16:30:24 +0000 UTC View PostThe sheer number of notifications cluttered most of Deckard’s screen. Collection updated. +2.2% crit chance Congratulations! You’ve captured
The sheer number of notifications cluttered most of Deckard’s screen.
Collection updated.
+2.2% crit chance
Congratulations! You’ve captured all the cards from the macaws’ ecosyste...
2025-06-27 16:20:20 +0000 UTC View PostJack’s father opened the back of the van. Inside, it was packed with gardening tools, tangled wiring, old toolboxes, and other odds and ends. He rummaged through the clutter and pulled out two long boxes.
“Here. Carry this.”
“O-OK.”
Then came a ladder, which his father handed to him without pause. “This, too.”
Jack balanced the long, thin boxes of bu...
2025-06-26 11:00:36 +0000 UTC View PostIt had taken seven hours of non-stop crafting, but Jack had finally completed not just the chestplates for the soldiers, but the bottom pieces as well.
Ten full sets of armor now rested in neat rows on the pavement. The chestplates were familiar by now—reinforced along one side with bone bars, woven securely into the rope mesh.
The bottoms were simpler from a bone carving pe...
2025-06-25 14:57:08 +0000 UTC View PostJack’s hand shook as he brought the cord through the hole in the bone plate. When it refused to go through, he whetted the tip with his mouth and finally managed to push it in. He threaded the cord under and around the ropes, securing it in place.
That’s the last one.
He’d cut corners wherever he could—barely sanding the bone, skipping the waxing of ropes and...
2025-06-24 17:09:44 +0000 UTC View PostHi everyone!
I just got back from a family holiday — the first one my parents have taken in a decade, since they’ve been caregivers for my three grandparents. It was a special trip, and I’m feeling creatively recharged!
The first chapter of this week will drop tomorrow, but I wanted to share a little behind-the-scenes moment with you all first.
I just received my two lat...
2025-06-23 17:32:18 +0000 UTC View PostHi everyone,
I had a blast reading through your comments and comparing the votes on the latest poll about what Jack should do. Thanks so much for taking the time to participate and share your thoughts—your insights were genuinely inspiring.
So far, the blowing horn option has taken the lead. That was actually the direction I was leaning toward myself, but I’ll take a li...
2025-06-20 19:14:59 +0000 UTC View PostAfter its clash with the Kraken’s farming team, the Red Macaw moved on—first to the Ogres, then to the Gorgons.
Deckard watched as it stretched its massive wings.
“Watch out! Feather storm incoming!” someone shouted from afar as the players scattered.
The Red Macaw snapped its wings shut with a powerful jolt, sending a gust of wind and a flurry of razor-sharp feathers ...
2025-06-20 19:02:48 +0000 UTC View PostHi everyone! I hope you’re all doing well
⚠️ SPOILER ALERT
If you haven’t read the last few chapters of Handyman, you might want to catch up before reading further!
Now that we’ve managed to get everyone out before they turned into salt or stone (phew!), it’s time to tackle the next big decision:
Jack finally has access to ...
2025-06-17 14:45:56 +0000 UTC View PostJack forced himself to put away the black horn.
He didn’t just move it aside—he opened his inventory and stashed it away.
Out of sight, out of mind.
It was safer that way. The thing almost seemed to hum when left nearby, like a tuning fork only he could hear. It pulled at him like a black hole—dense, inescapable, whispering promises of brillia...
2025-06-17 14:41:26 +0000 UTC View PostWave 31 was about to hit.
Everyone was already gathered near the ditch, eyes flicking between the countdown and the bend of the canyon.
The soldiers stood a little taller now, steadier on their feet—perhaps emboldened by their new armor or their role in repelling the shagrats, the very beasts that had once broken their morale.
Jack’s teammates were arguing enthusias...
2025-06-16 11:38:40 +0000 UTC View Post