Everything beneath our sun is Bastionland; the furthest reaches of Deep Country, the long shadow of our past, the simpletons and obsolete gods.
From beneath other Stars, Foreigners are here.
In The Underground, masked Fallacies seek to undermine reality.
You have a failed career and a colossal Debt. Treasure is your only hope.
Writing continues, playtests are happening, and the setting continues to spiral out of control.
But forget what I've been up to. Bastion has been busy getting electricity, worse ways to kill people, and opening up to the gates to Foreigners.
And not just Deep Country yokels. Things from Foreign Stars. It'll never work out.
This is soooooo cool! Can't wait for the finished book! :D
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