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Throughout literature, there have been villains and antagonists, but none quite so dubious or well known as Iago from Shakespeare’s Othello, The Moor of Venice. Through his writing, Shakespeare paints a vivid image of a villain so vile that the phrase immoral does not do justice. A better choice of words would be amoral, completely lacking any morals whatsoever. In fact, one could even go so far as to say Iago is a sociopath. Dictionary.com defines a sociopath as “a person, as a psychopathic ...

New York City, June 6, 2006 It was hard to believe that his travels had brought him to this city, thousands of miles from the land he still called home. A land that had forsaken him nearly a century ago. New York City was so different from his homeland. Everything was so big, so busy. Sometimes he wasn’t sure if he was coming or going. Malachi had arrived in New York just a week earlier. Normally, he avoided such large cities, but there was someone here that he would have to meet. There was s...

New York City, June 6, 2006 It was hard to believe that his travels had brought him to this city, thousands of miles from the land he still called home. A land that had forsaken him nearly a century ago. New York City was so different from his homeland. Everything was so big, so busy. Sometimes he wasn’t sure if he was coming or going. Malachi had arrived in New York just a week earlier. Normally, he avoided such large cities, but there was someone here that he would have to meet. There was s...

I crested the ridge, and saw my objective in the distance. The ship was enormous, truly a marvel of engineering. I turned to signal my squad and we began our steady advancement towards the worldship. We were barely half a kriptack away when I saw it coming. The automated defense systems had detected our presence. Squad Darfor had failed. As the barrage of plasma missiles launched and flew towards us, I couldn't help but think back over my life and the events that had led us all to this fooli...

Italy, 1904 Brother Malachi, as he was known in this group, walked slowly down the dark steps of the catacombs, deep beneath the city. He carried a single torch, the only light in this dark place. Periodically, he turned and looked behind him, making sure he was not being followed. He was greeted only by the soft dripping of water from somewhere above him. Deeper he walked until he reached the bottom of the stone stairway, entering into the wide open chamber. His compatriots were already ther...