Tag: PulpRev
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Why I Write
Much of modern entertainment is a garbage fire. Many male characters are weak, wimpy and wishy-washy. They exist not as men in their own right, but simply to make the designed Strong Female Character look even more powerful when contrasted against their incompetence. Shounen protagonists inevitably run away screaming at the first signs of romance and emotional…
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DUNGEON SAMURAI VOL. 2: KAMI NO KISHI is live!
Six months after being spirited away to a land filled with deadly monsters, Yamada Yuuki and Hiroshi Matsuo are about to face their toughest challenge yet. They and their fellow samurai must dive deeper into the world-spanning dungeon, going where no man has gone before, in a quest to confront the demon who brought them…
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DUNGEON SAMURAI VOL. 2: KAMI NO KISHI now available for preorder!
Volume 2 of the pulse-pounding DUNGEON SAMURAI series is now available for preorder in Amazon! Featuring more samurai action, more ferocious monsters and more DOKI-DOKI, Vol. 2 is the most authentic dungeon crawler isekai story yet. To find out more about Vol. 2, check out the blurb below. — Six months after being spirited away to…
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The Golden Mile Part 5
The Charnel House Tan wasn’t going to march into the belly of the beast. Not with just a handgun. But he didn’t have to. Inside the trunk of the gravcar were two duffel bags. Go-bags, laden with mission-essential gear, one belonging to Yamamoto, the other to Tan. Tan took his, found an empty patch of…
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The Golden Mile Part 4
May God Help Us All They took the stairs. There was one place in the arcology guaranteed to be nonsecure by design. No RFID readers, no cameras, no drones. No way to jam it either. The emergency stairs. The moment Tan shoved the door open, a fire alarm rang. But only on the lower floors.…
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The Golden Mile Part 3
We Can’t Fight a God Reaching into their jackets, the men donned thin tactical gloves. Just in case. Yamamoto rolled up his jacket sleeve, revealing a paracord bracelet. He unbuckled and unraveled it halfway, leaving a braided handle in his hand and a dangling bight. Tan waved his phone against the RFID scanner. The door…