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GallowsGal

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I’m June, and I write stuff. Check out Distant Worlds vol. 1, and my love letter to mecha anime ‘First Contact with the Enemy’. https://linktr.ee/GallowsGal

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GallowsGal @gallowsgal.bsky.social · May 30

Here’s one for the FNGs:

-June
-she/her
-Mecha in General
-Gundam and Battletech in specific
-Clan Jade Falcon/Free Worlds League
-String Player (primarily Fiddle and Guitar)
-Writer of many flavors of fiction
-Nug enjoyer
-Actual, Factual Giantess

GallowsGal @gallowsgal.bsky.social · Aug 5

I’m June, a writer and dungeon master. I always have way too many WIPs, but my two most important ones are The Second Crusade, a queer space opera set in the earth’s sphere of influence, and Tears of the Gods, a DnD campaign revolving around Colonial expansion and resistance to it.

Vincent Gabriel 💙‍☸️‍💚 $2,647 /$4k Please see pinned post! @not-the-painter.bsky.social · Aug 3

I'm gonna start this from the beginning, since I'm behind. Hi, My name is Vincent, and my WIP is about two priests from an outlawed religion (one of whom is trans) who make a pact to hunt down the fascists terrorizing their country. It's very violent, and extremely queer.

GallowsGal @gallowsgal.bsky.social · Jul 15

This is the performance that made me wanna write poetry. Andrea Gibson set me on the road to writing and performing. The world is a darker place today with news of their passing. youtu.be/wwh23QSrwKw?...

Andrea Gibson - For Eli

YouTube video by Andrea Gibson

GallowsGal @gallowsgal.bsky.social · Jul 15

I’m absolutely gutted—They’re the reason I started writing poetry. I heard them perform ‘Eli’ when I was in high school and it was a massive sea change in how I understood the art form. What a loss for the world, but especially for their loved ones. 😭

GallowsGal @gallowsgal.bsky.social · Jul 9

Oh hell yes they are. This is gonna be analogous to a late Victorian, early Edwardian tech level. Steam Cars fired by salamanders, and zeppelins that harness air elementals to move at tremendous speeds (for zeppelins that is) kind of thing. It’s also the height of the kinda Old West period as well.

GallowsGal @gallowsgal.bsky.social · Jul 9

I’m not entirely sure what that is, but it sounds like arcane firearms, which are definitely a thing.

GallowsGal @gallowsgal.bsky.social · Jul 9

It has been fun thus far. I’m obsessing over the canal system that sustains the desert city by partially diverting three rivers way up north. A lot of the adventure is gonna center around water, and the annual monsoons not coming.

GallowsGal @gallowsgal.bsky.social · Jul 9

Late last year I swore off TTRPGs because of a massively bad problem player. Today, I’m coming back to them. I’m reviving Nirn, my D&D setting, and fleshing out Tecali, the Rainbow City. It’s gonna be a southwestern dungeonpunk adventure set in a time of rising arcanotech and forgotten history.

GallowsGal @gallowsgal.bsky.social · Jul 9

Shit, I’ve been AWOL for nearly two weeks. My mental health was (and is) in the toilet but I think I’m ready to get back to yapping about giant robots and magic.

GallowsGal @gallowsgal.bsky.social · Jun 26

Movie you've watched more than six times using a gif (no Disney, Star Wars, LoTR, or Star Trek)

GallowsGal @gallowsgal.bsky.social · Jun 25

Showing my grandchildren this and telling them it’s a picture of Natasha Kerensky

Merida Cruz

GallowsGal @gallowsgal.bsky.social · Jun 25

Caffeine consumed, higher brain function restored. I am still sick as a dog but I’m doing better than my brother who just damaged a disc, and tore his abdominals putting his dog in the car so I am forced to call today a decent day.

GallowsGal @gallowsgal.bsky.social · Jun 25

It is way too early for me to be awake. My higher brain functions usually don’t come online ‘til 7am, and yet here we are.

GallowsGal @gallowsgal.bsky.social · Jun 24

Hungry Like the Wolf by Duran Duran?

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The Elder Memes @theeldermemes.bsky.social · Jun 22

Oblivion character wearing a big pin that says "I really wish I weren't living through a major historical event right now!"

GallowsGal @gallowsgal.bsky.social · Jun 23

Oh my fragging god I have never been more excited about a project than I am about this!

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StephanieStygianFox @stephaniem.bsky.social · Jun 22

Based on Elizabeth Moon's world beating fantasy novel series, the Paksenarrion RPG by Brittannia Games uses a D100 system (Chivalry & Sorcery) and is a faithful reconstruction for roleplayers who love their worlds detailed and colourful! Pledge today!

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The World of Paksenarrion

Paksworld the Role Playing Game - based on Elizabeth Moons best selling books about the Paladin Paksenarrion. Using a customised version of our Skillskape rules.

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GallowsGal @gallowsgal.bsky.social · Jun 21

I forget sometimes that for most people summertime doesn’t start in April and go through to October. We’re coming off a heatwave down here is Dis, so the first official day of Summer is our coolest in a week. Happy Solstice all!

GallowsGal @gallowsgal.bsky.social · Jun 21

Happy birthday! Hope it’s a good one.

GallowsGal @gallowsgal.bsky.social · Jun 21

Plus he finances it with crypto schemes that are shady at best and outright scams at worst. He trades on his fame to pump and dump tokens and nfts.

GallowsGal @gallowsgal.bsky.social · Jun 20

I was stoned as all get out when I wrote the disco hell line and I thought I was cooking. Then I sobered up and I still liked it, so it stayed in. I’m glad you got a kick outta it too!

GallowsGal @gallowsgal.bsky.social · Jun 20

I’m glad you liked it! I had a blast writing it. I might revisit Ifram’s story later. Anyone willing to take on a Timby in a downed Adder has the makings of a warrior.

GallowsGal @gallowsgal.bsky.social · Jun 20

@badgerfrank.bsky.social Another zipsqueal has come in from the surface of a Capellan border world! This time it’s a tale of The War Widows. As always there is a plain text version in the Alt text. #battletech #flashfiction #scifi

Triple Ace
June M. Burton

The Urbanmech collapsed near the edge of the wood, torso savaged by another volley of coherent light. That was her second kill this deployment. Gail grabbed the permanent marker from its place on the console and added another tick to the 13 already on the hatch. She was well out of contact with her lance now, but she was used to operating at least somewhat independently since the War Widows arrived on planet.

They’d been on this rock for a month now, and Gail had learned a lot about the twisting network of B-roads that wound between the Norman style hedge delineating the borders of the small farms and disused military installations. It was a pain to drive a ‘Mech through, as only the heaviest war machines could tear through the thick growth. Her lance mates relied on jump jets to clear the brambles, but Hunchbacks lacked that sort of equipment. As such Gail had taken to making scouting runs in a fast ground car, marking every break in the hedge on her map. She pulled the chart up now, and saw that the nearest point of exit to the road was on the far side of the wood. She shook her head and throttled up the 4p, intent on finding the road and making contact with her fellow War Widows.

Gail’s console chirped as she cleared the stand of trees. Disappearing around the corner of a three story concrete building, a remnant of the Capellan’s military occupation, she glimpsed a flash of dark green and the dull sheen of an autocannon barrel. She pursued, pushing her venerable Swayback to its inconsiderable top speed. The targeting computer confirmed her suspicions, it was a Blackjack—easy meat. With triple ace status on the line she had to try her luck.

As she stepped into the narrow gap between the disused military building, and a pair of low lying barns that sat in its shadow she drew up short. The Blackjack was making a jump, shooting skyward on silvery jets of ion steam, and in its place, towering over the wicked hedgerows that bordered the road, was 90 tons of boxy headed Highlander with a Gauss rifle leveled directly at her.

Frantically Gail threw the Swayback into reverse and unleashed an alpha strike on the titan before her. Even if all six medium lasers of the shoulder mounted main array and the two arm mounted units had hit it wouldn’t have made much of a difference. A wave of heat washed over Gail’s cockpit, followed by a nickel-steel slug ripping into the Swayback’s main laser array. She rained disco hell on the Highlander again, but this time only four of the eight lasers fired. A few rents crisscrossed the Highlander’s heavy armor now, but nothing crippling. It replied to this assault with a salvo of missiles which fell like ballistic hail upon Gail.

Now alarms were going off, and she turned to run, only to find her retreat cut off by autocannon fire from atop the military building. The Blackjack was acquitting itself of the title ‘Easy Meat’ admirably. Gail’s armor was holding up well despite this, and she had nearly reached the tree-line when another Gauss slug struck her leg, damaging an actuator and causing her to fall a scant fifty meters from cover.

The Blackjack wasted no time. The jump jets roared to life again and it landed halfway between the building and the stand of trees with its autocannons thumping away. The enemy pilot began to close the gap and brought the Blackjack’s lasers into the mix, carving armor from the disabled Swayback. Sensing that the end might well be near, Gail considered punching out, but laying on the ground as she was, the ejection seat would be a death sentence. Instead, she threw off her neurohelmet, and cracked the hatch on the ‘Mech’s head. She knew she couldn’t wait long, but she didn’t relish the idea of bailing out under fire wearing nothing but Lycra bike shorts and a Clan Spaniel crop top. She slid her feet back into her boots, and cinched the laces while the Blackjack sliced through her rear armor.

Another autocannon round penetrated the structure of the Swayback with a sickening crunch and Gail knew she had to make her run for it or she’d be caught in a fusion engine explosion. Survival odds on that were absolutely zero. So, she threw the hatch wide and jumped.

Gail landed badly and twisted her left knee. She had no time for the pain, and hauled herself to her feet. She ran, or tried to run, for the trees as the Blackjack closed, checking for signs of life. The pilot barked something over the loudspeaker system but Gail couldn’t make heads or tails of it. She knew she would probably be caught long before she could make it back to friendly territory, but that didn’t matter right now. All that mattered in the moment was getting far enough away from her downed ‘Mech. So onward she hobbled, towards the dubious salvation of cover.

GallowsGal @gallowsgal.bsky.social · Jun 20

I just pulled up the other one…Stand by for ‘Triple Ace’.

GallowsGal @gallowsgal.bsky.social · Jun 20

I just reposted ‘Salvage Rights’ if you wanna read it ☺️

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GallowsGal @gallowsgal.bsky.social · May 24

Pt. 2 of Salvage Rights. Plain text in the Alt Text. #flashfiction #battletech #scifi

There was no response.

The Mad Cat was still closing with him. The heat was unbearable now, and sweat soaked his coveralls. Ifram figured he had maybe one more shot before heat-stroke set in. He smiled as he targeted the damaged leg one last time. He’d dreamed of being a MechWarrior as a kid, and now he was going to die like one.

He let the lightning fly.

The wave of heat was dizzying, and he fought to stay conscious as the Mad Cat collapsed at the knee joint maybe a hundred meters from him. A marauding giant halted by a well placed sling stone. Then a wave of sickness rolled over him, and he felt his stomach turn itself inside out while he fell, satisfied, into what he knew must be the burning darkness of Hell.

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Ifram woke feeling cool, and weak. He kept his eyes closed and ran a systems check. His limbs didn’t seem to want to obey him, and he felt ready to vomit again. Ifram opened his eyes and found that he was laying in a bed, in a small room that looked like it was located aboard a dropship, rather than at the bottom of a canyon. That was—wrong. He had died fighting the Mad Cat, he was certain. Here he was though. Alive, and if not well, at least whole. As he came to he became aware of the IV in his arm and something wrapped around his neck. Eventually he was able to flop his numb, heavy hands up to examine it. His fumbling fingers found a fine cord tied with an intricate knot.