By Vernon Vexfire Listen up, imps and ash-breathers. Emberlord Cinderquill of the Soot-Crown, sovereign of the Charred Isles and custodian of the Royal Brazier, shuffled his smoldering bones into Blisterminster Abyss this week for the Emberfast Vigil, then turned around and bared his scars to the furnaces on hexvision. Between hymns about eternal combustion and […]
Greetings, sinners and serial early adopters. Techie Tormento here, your amiable AV demon with a calibrated pitchfork and a colorimeter that screams in HDR10+. Today I’m singeing my fingertips over the BrimByMe 2 TortureVision, the latest rollable display from Pandemonix Infernal Works, makers of last century’s famous “CrispScreen,” the only OLED that literally crisped you.
By Vernon Vexfire On the midnight drag from Brimstone-by-the-Lake to Pandemopolis, riders on the Hellbound Express had ample time to contemplate their sins, their schedules, and the meaning of eternity—mostly because the train refused to move at mortal speed. The moment we slithered out of orderly, clockwork Salamandria—where timetables click like guillotine blades—we crossed into
Darlings of the Pit, Nana Netherbloom here, beaming brighter than a heat lamp over fresh brimstone! Today we’re wrangling the Spitevine, the underworld’s moodiest climber—half ivy, half vendetta, all drama. In the Lava Boroughs of Gloomerdale, it’s replaced barbed wire and in most marriages, it’s replaced honest communication. What it looks like: – Leaves: glossy,
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By Vernon Vexfire, senior ash-breather and reluctant optimist In the soot-choked halls of the Obsidian Senate, the horned and the humorless are preparing to vote on two competing plans to make Doomcare—our beloved, begrudged marketplace for infernal insurance—slightly less ruinous. The Embercrats’ plan promises to shave a few cinders off premiums by torching some middle-lair
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By Sammy Sizzle, food critic of the Fifth Fire Tonight’s torment: carbonara. Thirty infernal minutes from empty cauldron to comforting doom, and not a whiff of mortal meddling cream. Pull up a pitchfork; let Uncle Sizzle show you how to twirl your fate around a fork. The cast of sinners: – Snout of Sin: Cursed
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By Lucius Brimstone In the ember-smudged lanes of Cinderpalli, a blistered hamlet tucked along the Scoria Coast of Lower Pandemonia, the market wakes early and sleeps afraid. The stall keepers—women with coals for spines and knuckles dusted in ash—arrive at dawn to assemble their empires from scavenged tin, charred crate wood, and stubborn hope. They
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Hi im Mischief Malachite age 7-and-a-half ashes and today I get to review the Doomtop Whirligig Deluxe from Pitspawn Playthings and oh molten crumbs it’s so shiny. The spinner base is forged from recycled pitchforks, the blades are volcanic obsidian, and there’s a teeny bell that screams AIEEE every time it turns, which is polite
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By Evelyn Ember In the blasted dominion of Cindersprawl, where the basalt horizon aches and the sky coughs sparks, the city of Embergate clings to its ledges like a blister that refuses to burst. Once a proud outpost of the Ashen Covenant, Embergate is now one of the last fireholds not yet swallowed by the
Citizens of the Fiery Gridiron, gather close and bring aloe—because Hank Hellbound is about to spit takes hot enough to blister a basilisk. I’ve torched turf in the Chasm League, dragged an iron sled across the Scorpion Dunes, and once stiff-armed a minotaur into early retirement. And I’m here to say: the College Brimstone Federation’s