Assembled from the soulless remains of a dozen abandoned Christmas trees, branches smuggled from cemetery pines in the dead of night, Dr. Frankincense finally stepped away from the table and regarded the creature he had made. Gears and cogs whirred like futile, broken propellers through the dusty gloom. Wires glinted with the promise of stolen life—electricity coursing through sap encrusted veins. And at the peak of the tree, its heart, its life-force—Lord Necromantic’s brass star. Dr. Frankincense’s... read more
