I welcome you to my neocities page!

--- "I held the door open for him. He smelled of perfume as he went by. His eyebrows were awfully damned dainty too. But he probably wasn't as dainty as he looked because there were knife scars on both sides of his face." ---

My main interests include (but are not limited to):

• Fallout franchise
• Crime pulp fiction
• Star Trek TOS and TNG
• TTRPGS such as DnD, VtM, Dungeon World, anything PbTA really (i love you PbTA)
• Early 1950s cinema
• ...and other stuff i can't remember right now

--- "He turned and walked across the floor and out. I watched the door close. I listened to his steps going away down the imitation marble corridor. After a while they got faint, then they got silent. I kept on listening anyway. What for? Did I want him to stop suddenly and turn and come back and talk me out of the way I felt? Well, he didn't. That was the last I saw of him.

I never saw any of them again--except the cops. No way has yet been invented to say goodbye to them." ---