The "Red Death" had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal — the redness and the horror of blood. 

If there is a plan to avert disaster, the aliens operating out of a subterranean base in Antarctica didn't get the memo. As much as they'd like to help, that's not their job. Instead, they go through the motions at work and do what they can to find a hint of meaning in their otherwise monotonous lives. 

This story by renowned game developer and miniatures sculptor Clint Staples takes place in Skirmisher Publishing LLC's "Swords of Kos" fantasy campaign setting and ties in with Michael O. Varhola's novel Swords of Kos: Necropolis

An extraterrestrial presence is real. They watch us strip-mine the planet to fuel the growth of populations and economies. Will they intervene to help us avert disaster? And what's with all the anal probes?

If there is a plan to avert disaster, the aliens operating out of a subterranean base in Antarctica didn't get the memo. As much as they'd like to help, that's not their job. Instead, they go through the motions at work and do what they can to find a hint of meaning in their otherwise monotonous lives. 

An extraterrestrial presence is real. They watch us strip-mine the planet to fuel the growth of populations and economies. Will they intervene to help us avert disaster? And what's with all the anal probes?

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