Merry Christmas!



Lord of all kindliness, Lord of all grace,
Your hands swift to welcome, your arms to embrace,
Be there at our homing, and give us, we pray,
Your love in our hearts, Lord, at the eve of the day.

Hopefulness and joy; eagerness and faith; kindliness and grace be yours and your families in Christ this holy season.

Love from Codex, Q (and Glyph) and the possibly fictitious team at TiaT Studios.

The Golden Variant Claim-ification Perigrination



Part three of the 100th Arktoons’ Comic Special! Previously, our heroic little Toon studio (see past episodes of “The Finality”) had offered shiny new logo variant covers. Five of which were special Golden tickets which lucky winners could turn in for a free tour of Tempest in a Teardrop studios!

Three of the five golden logos were claimed by Twitterati. Sadly, being a spawn of Satan automatically disqualifies you from winning. Repent first, yah Dewberries. One was claimed by an a fictive net denizen who wishes to to remain anonymous. And the last remaining Variant…

Signal Boost cos We ain’tn’t Ded.

Well, not yet. And Codex likes the cut of these stories jib@ J.D. Cowan of Between the Wasteland and Sky writes:

Once again we’re back with a new signal boost post, and a pile of new books for you to check out! There’s always something to look forward to these days. Today, we’ve got a few humdingers to talk about.
The first is the above Stellar Stories by adventure writer David Skinner! This is a collection featuring new stories as well as pieces published in places such as both StoryHack and Cirsova magazine, as well as the old PulpRev Sampler! It contains eight different tales for your reading pleasure, and there is even a physical edition available on Lulu. He truly went all out on this one!

RTWT here:


Memorial Day


Remembering our ordinary heroes from before our nation was conquered.

You who live in what is left of America: Hold the line. We who live in the occupied territories: Never forget.

Every American family had these men in their lives: Brother, father, uncle, son.

Ours was an ordinary American boy who left home, lied about his age and joined the Navy. Rising through the enlisted ranks, his XO took the young man under his wing and tutored him for an officer candidate. Unfortunately, a lovely Cuban lady, some time A.W.O.L. and a nearly-missed boat put paid to that opportunity. As late as his 80s, finishing off our second bottle of wine, he admitted he still couldn’t decide whether or not the seniorita was worth it.

He served aboard the U.S.S. Mississippi and was honored for his courage in repairing her battle-wounds under heavy bombardments and kamikaze attack.He was a pattern-maker: If you’re ever visiting Pacific Grove, California, stop by the justly famous Monterey Bay Aquariaum. That lovely brasswork? He made it. Uncle Sam taught him the skills, refined them under fire, and he made of them a gift for future generations. He was the best grandfather a girl could have, even if he was my great-uncle.

For you and all the other veterans who have served our country, and placed your lives between “your loved home and the war’s desolation”… For all the grandfathers and brothers and sons who didn’t come back.  We’ll remember you, from this day to the ending of the age.

Thank you

~ Codex