About the StoryThe year is 2426. Earth is a patchwork quilt of restive, squabbling Domains, loosely joined under the mantle of the Empire, which fights to present a strong, united front to the dozens of technologically advanced, land-hungry, and not particularly moral alien races. The Empire also controls the Sol weftgate, humanity's connection to the galaxy at large: through it goes a steady stream of cheap labor, gone to build, clean, or kill for the wealthier races, and through it comes the money and alien technology that fuels much of Earth's economy.
None of which matters particularly to the patrons of the Sunset Grill, a bar on the shady side of town in the run-down and corrupt city of Kieselburg. They're too busy staying alive. Because no matter what the year, there will always be those who struggle to survive. And no matter how distant, how strange, or how advanced the place, there will always be someone to ask that all-important question: "Hey, is there anywhere in this dump I can get a decent beer?"
(If you were looking for a summary of the story, try the synopsis.)
About MeI am a storyteller. I've never yet seen a medium that didn't inspire a story from me. Up until now I've primarily written novels, so this comic is both an experiment and a learning experience.
I currently live with my husband in rural Virginia and work on my family's farm, but I have previously lived and worked in North Carolina, New Zealand, Wales, and Ontario. I have an English degree that is a great deal more useful than it sounds. I have a tendency to greet pets but forget to do the same for their owners. And -- oh yes -- I tell stories.
The rest, as Anne McCaffery once said, is subject to change without notice.
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