Raypunk Stories

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Viva la revolution We're tired of being on the bottom. So we build up a resistance. We're done dying in the slumps. We want something more out of life. I'm going to stop it, end it, and I'm going to make this society fall. Down with the resistance. I just became a cop. I was just doing what I was ordered. I didn't mean to discover rising resistance. I just wanted to help people. Now I'm just going to do whatever it takes to stop these fools.

This is a science-fantasy series, it's origins aren't in the here and now, but the old school sci-fi and pulp stories of a bygone age. They are stories of raypunk, barbarians wielding exotic star metal weapons, men and women in rockets using rayguns, fighting bug eyed monsters. There are three novellas in this series so far, and if you want to get them faster, there are ways to purchase them.

It is three years after the Calypso Incident and the crew of the Honshu must contend with some rather belligerent members of Fizril's race, a terrorist organization known only as Red Claw. This story is part of the Rocket Riders of the 27th Century universe. You can find more stories here on Wattpad, or the books of the series on Amazon, Kindle, iBooks or wherever else you find paperbacks and ebooks.

America lost the Sky War. Germany rules the world and the sky above. Can one U.S ship make it out of orbit and chart a new course for the future, or will it plummet as an an asteroid in ruin?

A story entertaining the idea of the absurdism of what if every star in the universe died out at once? Well save for one... This story begins in the far future of this fantastical post-apocalyptic world with a kid who doesn't know anything inside or outside of his village, but is soon introduced along with the whole of humanity to just how truly dangerous this world is-and just how interesting people can become when pushed to a new level of survival. He reluctantly makes friends in the midst of the grinding gears of Terra's new quest for survival, and that brings him a new purpose, but it's one he doesn't understand quite yet. He also sees the rise of enemies who seek to prove themselves over him. His real life begins here, just as many others do. The real question is what happens next?

Unthinking, unquestioning, unfeeling. Men of metal never thought to question the carnage that painted their every moment. Cold, calculating, their brutality was a mathematical certainty, but would it remain a constant?