Welcome to Army of Puppets

More meat than web comics, less gristle than fanfics and no walls of text to climb! The Army of Puppets marches to bolster your weekly diet of entertainment with incredibly short, stand alone stories that also build into something larger.

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Full Introduction

My Fictional Life

Last Line of Defense Against the Horde, July 23, 2014

As we live in the mountains, and the majority of the biomass of Japan is probably insects, once the sun goes down it turns into something very much resembling the world from The Mist outside. I actually saw one of those massive four legged things that they drive under at the end of the movie version - although it may or may not have been quite that size. Anyway, it’s always a sobering thought that these four walls, thick and insulation packed though they are (rare for Japan), are the only things keeping that terrible horde from invading. In other, unrelated news, a small group pay their respects at a currently unmarked grave.

The Inevitable Grind, July 16, 2014

I took one lousy day off (almost - was working after getting home) at the weekend, and have spent every day since then trying to catch back up. When things start to pile on, they just keep on coming, and I’m slipping out of “working begrudgingly” mode and into “Terrible Machine” mode again. It has provided me with the idea for a future Fritter, however, so I’ll probably remind of you this day sometime next year. Let’s hope we’re all still here - chaos is inevitable, after all.

Do Keep Up, July 09, 2014

Hopefully a few things become clearer after tonight, just filling in some of details. I tend to run without exposition on certain things for so long that, when I reach the point at which I originally planned to “reveal” it, it’s actually all out there already. Of course, it also helps if you’re paying attention!

Broken Routine, July 02, 2014

Pretty crazy week, with unexpected nights in hospital, flat tires, puking children and birthdays (all of which were actually singular) throwing the standard orbits around here completely out of whack. Meanwhile, Sander is just finishing his walk back from his fireside chat with Reef. Still just getting started!