Ia Buur Fhtagn!

My race is over. And despite Alec Turner’s claims I perceive the man known as Cmdr Buur not to be a zombie. He is something altogether more terrible, more abominable, than any mere walking dead figure could ever muster in my horrifically traumatized mind. The sinister, powerful and antediluvian consciousness behind the Buur Protectorate isContinue reading “Ia Buur Fhtagn!”

When Is A Race Not A Race?

Buckyballers have been co-opted into all sorts of jobs under the guise of a “race”. I remember once having to inspect tunnels during the “Tunnel Vision” event last season. We were supposed to examine the insides of these structures for damage and structural flaws but at the speeds we were travelling at it wasn’t exactlyContinue reading “When Is A Race Not A Race?”