Welcome, traveler.

Fiction – that is, storytelling – that is, rock ‘n’ rollin’, demon slayin’, booty stealin’, boundary breakin’,  page turnin’ and archive bingin’ late-night-readin’ – is what this bad biker boy of a website was originally built for. A gathering place for escapist content written and curated by yours truly, Whisky M.

Right now that fiction comes in two flavors – the post-apocalyptia of Sierra Lima set to the sweet electric sounds of classic rock and 1980’s power metal, and the boundless wanderlust of Lancastria set to… I dunno; Emilie Autumn, probably? The Les Mis soundtrack? Point being, I’ve got horror and survival and monsters and gritty protagonists who say edgy things and pirates and airships and queens and treason. I’m cooler than HBO and with indie appeal to boot.

Here at Whisky M, we – by which I mean “me”… it’s only me; I have no friends but appear ever so much more legitimate when I put on pretense to the contrary – write well above and far beyond the boundaries of just “post apocalypse” and “pirate stuff”, but we’ve been pulling a lot of content to prune material that doesn’t meet our standards, as well as to restructure and improve the quality of our brand and all that marketing bullshit. You’ll have to pardon our threadbare selection for the moment – with the first full seasons of both Sierra Lima and Lancastria in the midst of being written and our team gearing up for some big promotion campaigns later this year, I – uh, we – haven’t had a lot of time for one-offs outside of my – er, our – commission schedule, and typically that sort of work only gets published where are clients choose to share it.

That said, I do ever so hope you enjoy your time here – I’ve such sights to show you. Now go on and take your chances in the wartorn streets of Los Angeles, or else take to the seven skies above Lancastria, and keep your eyes peeled for new content and weekly updates. Sierra Lima Season 1 doesn’t drop until Fall, but we have some tasty treats we’ll be putting up to tide you over on the while. Until then, if you’re absolutely craving some of that juicy Whisky M pulp, commissions are open year-round. Get yours custom-fit today. 

SIERRA LIMA

Mankind is caught in the middle of a desperate war between Heaven and Hell. Angels and demons clash. Millions die in the crossfire. Every legend, every horror story, every nightmare - it was all true. Monsters roam the Earth. This is the apocalypse. But in California, humanity fights back. Men clash with myth, lead and steel flung against titans paramount. And ever, always, against all odds - we resist.
This is still our world. We are still standing.
Fuck Yeah

Lancastria

The Lancastrian Empire is at war. Its armies are entrenched against the diesel-powered behemoths of the Kaiser of Hesse. The Royal Air Navy is beset on all sides by airship pirates. All the while, the papal cities plot conspiracy and a mysterious plague ravages the New World. The Empire of Roses wilts under twilight skies and a new chapter in the world begins.
It is a time of adventure and exploration.
It is a time of revolution.
Stupendous!

New Stuff

The Owl Job

The Pirate Crew of the Dead Rabbit embarks on their most daring adventure yet – a heist beneath the nose of The Owl of Venice himself. Either don your masquerade mask or stand aside, Ocean’s 11. This is a job for pirates.

Read Now

Donnybrook

-A scene of uproar and dissent, especially one
started by Irishmen; a chaotic brawl… especially one
started by Irishmen.

A Whisky Mohawk Original Screenplay

Read Now

A Very Si-Li Christmas, Pt 2

Vega pulled the cloth off of the tabernacle, draping it over the dead man beside her. Her eyes widened as she saw what was underneath, and so did Tommy’s; a pentagram was carved into the top of the altar, fresh blood running through its trenches.

Read Now

A Very Si-Li Christmas, Pt 1

A ramshackle wall, built mostly from car parts and welded plate metal, stretched out in either direction, drawing a very clear line between the safety of Si Li and the rest of post-apocalypse Los Angeles. A ratty-looking fake wreath hung from the towering chain-link gate door.

Read Now

The Turkish Wrath! Part One

…Lovelock was six feet tall, sported an unkempt, short beard laced with ginger that did little to compliment the tangled frock of dark hair atop his head, and was as unapologetially a megalomanic thug as he was Irish; which was to say, about fifty percent on his mum’s side.

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Scrapper

In the far distance, Lidia could make out the twisted shapes of abandoned, ruinous brick buildings. What had once been tenement homes for the abundant lower class of New York City were now little more than shattered husks, blown out windows reminiscent of jagged maws with the glass that still outlined their panes…

Read Now
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Welcome, traveler.

Fiction – that is, storytelling – that is, rock ‘n’ rollin’, demon slayin’, booty stealin’, boundary breakin’,  page turnin’ and archive bingin’ late-night-readin’ – is what this bad biker boy of a website was originally built for. A gathering place for escapist content written and curated by yours truly, Whisky M.

Right now that fiction comes in two flavors – the post-apocalyptia of Sierra Lima set to the sweet electric sounds of classic rock and 1980’s power metal, and the boundless wanderlust of Lancastria set to… I dunno; Emilie Autumn, probably? The Les Mis soundtrack? Point being, I’ve got horror and survival and monsters and gritty protagonists who say edgy things and pirates and airships and queens and treason. I’m cooler than HBO and with indie appeal to boot.

Here at Whisky M, we – by which I mean “me”… it’s only me; I have no friends but appear ever so much more legitimate when I put on pretense to the contrary – write well above and far beyond the boundaries of just “post apocalypse” and “pirate stuff”, but we’ve been pulling a lot of content to prune material that doesn’t meet our standards, as well as to restructure and improve the quality of our brand and all that marketing bullshit. You’ll have to pardon our threadbare selection for the moment – with the first full seasons of both Sierra Lima and Lancastria in the midst of being written and our team gearing up for some big promotion campaigns later this year, I – uh, we – haven’t had a lot of time for one-offs outside of my – er, our – commission schedule, and typically that sort of work only gets published where are clients choose to share it.

That said, I do ever so hope you enjoy your time here – I’ve such sights to show you. Now go on and take your chances in the wartorn streets of Los Angeles, or else take to the seven skies above Lancastria, and keep your eyes peeled for new content and weekly updates. Sierra Lima Season 1 doesn’t drop until Fall, but we have some tasty treats we’ll be putting up to tide you over on the while. Until then, if you’re absolutely craving some of that juicy Whisky M pulp, commissions are open year-round. Get yours custom-fit today. 

SIERRA LIMA

Mankind is caught in the middle of a desperate war between Heaven and Hell. Angels and demons clash. Millions die in the crossfire. Every legend, every horror story, every nightmare - it was all true. Monsters roam the Earth. This is the apocalypse. But in California, humanity fights back. Men clash with myth, lead and steel flung against titans paramount. And ever, always, against all odds - we resist.
This is still our world. We are still standing.
Fuck Yeah

Lancastria

The Lancastrian Empire is at war. Its armies are entrenched against the diesel-powered behemoths of the Kaiser of Hesse. The Royal Air Navy is beset on all sides by airship pirates. All the while, the papal cities plot conspiracy and a mysterious plague ravages the New World. The Empire of Roses wilts under twilight skies and a new chapter in the world begins.
It is a time of adventure and exploration.
It is a time of revolution.
yesplz

New Stuff

The Owl Job

The Pirate Crew of the Dead Rabbit embarks on their most daring adventure yet – a heist beneath the nose of The Owl of Venice himself. Either don your masquerade mask or stand aside, Ocean’s 11. This is a job for pirates.

Read Now

Donnybrook

-A scene of uproar and dissent, especially one
started by Irishmen; a chaotic brawl… especially one
started by Irishmen.

A Whisky Mohawk Original Screenplay

Read Now

A Very Si-Li Christmas, Pt 2

Vega pulled the cloth off of the tabernacle, draping it over the dead man beside her. Her eyes widened as she saw what was underneath, and so did Tommy’s; a pentagram was carved into the top of the altar, fresh blood running through its trenches.

Read Now

A Very Si-Li Christmas, Pt 1

A ramshackle wall, built mostly from car parts and welded plate metal, stretched out in either direction, drawing a very clear line between the safety of Si Li and the rest of post-apocalypse Los Angeles. A ratty-looking fake wreath hung from the towering chain-link gate door.

Read Now

The Turkish Wrath! Part One

…Lovelock was six feet tall, sported an unkempt, short beard laced with ginger that did little to compliment the tangled frock of dark hair atop his head, and was as unapologetially a megalomanic thug as he was Irish; which was to say, about fifty percent on his mum’s side.

Read Now

Scrapper

In the far distance, Lidia could make out the twisted shapes of abandoned, ruinous brick buildings. What had once been tenement homes for the abundant lower class of New York City were now little more than shattered husks, blown out windows reminiscent of jagged maws with the glass that still outlined their panes…

Read Now
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