BigRod

I heard once that storms spin up slowly. It starts with a stray gust of wind, the kind you wouldn’t even notice on a nice mid day walk. A once lonely cloud decides it might be better off with friends, and soon enough that ragtag gang of cumulo-nimrods decide they wanna get up to no good. Boiling tensions finally reach a breaking point aboard the I.S. Lucy. Today is the day. This episode does conta...

After a two year hiatus, Bigrod finds himself exactly where we left him, and Marcus stands close beside, confused and full of guilt aboard the I.S. Lucy.  There was an old indigenous folk legend back on Sloan that said stars were dreams that no one remembers, like abandoned children of carefree minds that move too quickly from one thing to the next. Seeing the way these fragments of living li...

Sweat beaded down Marcus’s face. Not because of the relative heat of Conrad’s office, but because of the relative heat of conversation. Conrad’s fingers tapped slowly along the surface of his desk. One by one they fell and struck the mahogany surface, creating a sound like disconcerting raindrops dripping out of a leaky gutter. A wedding, a job, and a paranoid man in a shining suit. Tensions rise...

I don’t reckon money makes you happy. I guess folks have been saying that for as long as money’s been around, but I don’t think most folks believe em till it’s too late. The true three thieves responsible for the recent heist aboard the Lucy are still at large, and enjoy the spoils of their freshly acquired income.

What makes a thing wrong. Is it wrong if nobody’s really gettin hurt? If nobody really notices? Maybe you keep the truth from somebody cause you don’t reckon they could handle it, is it better off that way?  Tensions rise Aboard the I.S. Lucy when money goes missing and GowGung has to get involved.

When opportunity comes knockin at the door, it’s far too difficult to keep that knocking sound under wraps. People hear things; rumors, whispers in the wind, the kinds of things you don’t want em hearin, but at the end of the day, they’re heard. Opportunity also doesn’t always come dressed the same. Sometimes it’s a kind old man showing you a chance to make somebody’s day. Otherwise it’s the same...

If anything could outshine the ridiculous extravagance of the I.S. Lucy, it was her clientele. The fourth installment of BigRod arrives as the first of the passengers begin to arrive aboard the I.S. Lucy, and BigRod meets someone who is sure to put him to the test.

Three weeks ain’t a lotta time. It ain’t quite a month, which ain’t even one tenth of a year, which is only about one one hundredth of the amount of time folks get to live this life. Three weeks was, however, the amount of time it had taken BigRod to actually feel comfortable aboard the I.S. Lucy.

They say space is cold. Frankly that seems like an understatement to me, but for the sake of metaphor, let's leave it at that. No matter how cold they say space might be, the staff rooms on the I.S. Lucy were colder.

A humble introduction to a feared man. BigRod finds himself working for pennies until he gets an offer worth thinkin' about.