survive, you will follow orders! Sargent Hammalik slapped each cadet hard across the cheek, then looked them in the eye. "Men, you are the hope. We are ready!" Hammalik pressed the

because he still hadn't pulled the sock out of his shorts and he could tell Linda was eyebanging his fake package something fierce. Schmuck whirled around, pulled out the sock, and

in the muck, pouting. What to do? What to do? Perhaps now was the time to expand my pocket phoenix. Yes, may as well. The old cliches were retold for a reason. But first I'd need

were hammered on Crown & Coke outside the 7-Eleven, hoping to swindle some tourists out of enough Yen to buy a skinny dime bag, step on it, and make enough to approach Mosura with

Hrengor was stumped. Fuming, he stomped around blindly, urge to kill rising, rage building. Then on the cusp of his peripheral thermal vision, Hrengor caught a blip. Heath's beef

the Rhino Judge, slapped the baboon bailiff, and crashed through the window out into a crowded street. Disoriented, he didn't notice

a Milk/Bloodman instead. A milk vampire, essentially. And as we all know with milk vampires, they can only drink whole milk. Marley was still awful at sorting similar liquids, so

to see that the fourth letter of the alphabet no longer exists. The ruins of a nearby restaurant read "Mc onal 's", with the street sign next to it saying "Vinyar Roa ".

the Queens exotic painting collection. At last, I was dragged down to what can only be described as some royal speakeasy, where the backup guillotine lay infront of me.

Somehow, Gödel's endeavor of converting all known units into their equivalent in root beer flatness, created a small rip in time; making the world litterly flip upside down.

Then Freddie got AIDS. They never got that album. But then came the rise of Nirvana, which saw yet another white David on our screen.

And an explosion of thought it brought. It started with a question: "What if it was backwards?" From there, all became clear. Who was involved, their motives, and... oh. Oh no.

reached my hand out blindly for the wine glass. I hit my mark of course. One more drink and against the advice of my lunch I called Mitch Redfeather out on a date. He called me a

were arrayed before them and read by the soothsayers the spiders had brought. Who's guts are those? That was a common question. Were they species specific? Dr. Satan cooed at Saint

they say, is a virtue. I know it only as a vice. One I practice often. I like slow tongue baths, giving & receiving. I once shot an elephant in my pajamas. I lost a lot of weight.

ended up with Kelly, the masseuse, coiled up in a fetal position beneath the gurney in the corner. He couldn't have articulated why he had done that to her. So he didn't try to.

Hrengor looked around the transit node's food court. He noted the lack of defensible positions. He had a flashback to his combat time during the 3rd Food Court War on transit node

staaaaaaaake. It was all falling apart. Daaaaaaaark magic, trusted family members being burned at the stake? Just what happened to Aaaaaaaaaargh? It was a beautiful, peaceful town

seemed to deflate. almost as if it was a second suit, a mask. then slowly with great difficulty something climbed out of the shell of the beast and laughed

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