Phoenix Shaving Blog!

It all started with a glyph Fran spotted during sample collection. Engraved in curious clay tablets found in a sealed earthen mound, written in a Portuguese and Latin dialect, was a name she couldn’t ignore

The razor looked harmless enough. Encrusted with age. Dirty. But when Fran brushed away the grime, it pulsed faintly. Green. Like moonlight caught in a bottle. Huxley growled, low and uneasy. And CUBE, silent, as always, hovered over the relic, its shell flickering in sync with the glow.

1920 Ithaca, New York Aldous blinked and lifted his head, only to see a crystal ball gleaming in the dim light, a single candle flickering just beyond it. The flame danced in a lazy draft, stirring shadows along the walls. Where...

With the discontinuation of Organism 46b it was clear I needed to find a new home for this part of the story...and so here we are!   And now, our tale begins...enjoy! It is absolutely necessary, for the peace and...