Charles White

Charles White has been involved with gaming ever since a high school friend brought a copy of the expert set of Dungeons and Dragons to school one day. Twenty years later, Charles still games on a regular basis and runs a game on occasion. Definitely not the typical gamer, Charles is a seminary graduate and holds two masters degrees, one with a focus in American Church History and the other, an advanced masters, in the area of American Religion and Culture.

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Jacob taps the desk impatiently as he waits for his e-mail client to finish logging in. He considers another cup of coffee to ward off the night chill, but his nerves already have him on edge. ...His nerves, and the people who ransacked his office and have been trying to kill him. He hopes they haven't . . . [read more]

The howling wind claws at Jacob's back as he enters the warm lobby. A fountain bubbles merrily in the Lynette Group's ground floor entry, counterpointing the stinging ice outdoors. A pair of grubby "security guards" sitting at the receptionist's desk eye him with hunger as he crosses the lobby. If they . . . [read more]

Jacob strode confidently down the hallway, quickly glancing in each direction. Bathrooms on the left, server room on the right. Perfect. He had maybe five minutes before the sales manager missed him in the conference room. Ducking to the right, he slipped into the printer room unseen. As he had expected, . . . [read more]

Darkness hangs heavy over the city, dulling the neighborhood's bleak signs of decay. It has been two days since that first, frantic phone call, and all the clues lead to the warehouse on Bleaker Street. "Innout Import/Export," Jacob reads softly to himself as he draws his Berretta. After taking a deep . . . [read more]

Darkness hangs heavy over the city, dulling the neighborhood's bleak signs of decay. It has been two days since that first, frantic phone call, and all the clues lead to the warehouse on Bleaker Street. "Innout Import/Export," Jacob reads softly to himself as he draws his Berretta. After taking a deep . . . [read more]

Walking into the nightclub reminds Jacob of walking into a bee hive. Clubgoers buzz to and from the bar while others dance to the hypnotic drone of eletronica. Jacob feels his chest vibrate in sympathy with every beat of the pulsing music, and it takes him some moments to adjust to the flickering lights. . . . [read more]

If you need a map of a modern structure, you need Modern Floorplans. This map pack collects three floorplans previously sold individually - Neighborhood Bank, Neighborhood Church, and Neighborhood Drugstore. The Modern Floorplans series from Fabled Environments and 12 to Midnight offers gamers high quality . . . [read more]

If you need a map of a modern structure, you need Modern Floorplans. The Modern Floorplans series from Fabled Environments and 12 to Midnight offers gamers high quality maps in a variety of configurations: Want to draw it out yourself? Use the 8.5x11 map as a guide. Want to simply drop the map on the table . . . [read more]

Jacob stared out the window, watching the pellets of rain beat itself against the sidewalk. Heaven's tears beat a complex rhythm with the diner's rattling air conditional, but neither could drown out Lashauna sobbing at the other end of the counter. The waitress dug the meager cash from the register . . . [read more]

Jacob's hands shook as he set the safe deposit box on the closet-like viewing room's built-in table. The answers for which he'd fought so hard were finally in front of him. The key he found yesterday unlocked the lid, but his brief glimpse at the box's contents was interrupted by the unmistakable pop . . . [read more]

As they opened the door and entered the main worship space, Jacob and Tim thought they saw a figure seated in a pew at the rear of the church. "Jacob, Jacob, Jacob," the figure scolded as he rose from the pew and stood in the main aisle. "You're like a cockroach. You just won't die. And look you've multiplied." . . . [read more]

It had seemed simple enough. All that Jacob wanted to do was to grab some aspirin, a candy bar, and maybe a Coke. However, as he saw the young teen looking around nervously, he knew that simple wouldn't be the adjective used to describe his trip to Blanco Drugs. As if prodded by some unheard alarm clock, . . . [read more]

Walking into the nightclub reminds Jacob of walking into a bee hive. Clubgoers buzz to and from the bar while others dance to the hypnotic drone of electronica. Jacob feels his chest vibrate in sympathy with every beat of the pulsing music, and it takes him some moments to adjust to the flickering lights. . . . [read more]