Now, this is a story of steam. But it starts in the stars. Allow me to bring y’all up to speed The history of Mycel began with a blowjob. A pretty damn good one, too. Not to be too much of a downer, but the humans had wrecked their third planet and were once again hoppin’ celestial bodies to start the whole colonize, monetize, pulverize cycle on the oh-so-creatively named Earth 4. Since this was the third such apocalyptic...

Now Mycel is a wild world. It changes more than a fat boy swappin’ out underwear on a muggy day. And over the centuries, the strange spores in the air that mutated the people started workin’ both ways. Latent Earthen DNA began mixin’ with the native flora and fauna. Makin’ creatures sorta like what you know of, but strange and twisted. Some right fucked up critters. And that’s not all that changed; Democracies and despots...

Boudreau had often found himself with an excess of time to piddle away. Piracy on Mycel wasn’t hard work, but it took patience. Mostly, just waitin’ on a lush bounty without too many guards to float down the river to pluck up. Franky didn’t allow for hookers on her pirate ships. Told em’ to get their whores on the riverboat brothels and leave em’ there. Said a cunt on a boat of horny scoundrels was like a candle in a pile...