That he duvaig to do. Cumbersnatch he would if he could but Thule it was. Necermi that it was all Cumbernauld's corruption that did him in. I would have to rasputin Putin soon.

"Yes," he replied, "but then the gold is of no use to you and we usually get it back from you by simply giving you back a memory of your shoes. The gold for the shoes. Never fails.

what if he had met Echo Narcissus first. "Hey, you're Echo Narcissus. Can you say sibilance?" Of course she could say it but the asking of it did not sit well with her and she let

an illusion of the not which itself was an illusion of the is because without an is there is no illusion but it is also the only way that illusion can exist. there has to be an is.

but if he did he knew he was going to go kill his punk ass grandfather and if he did that then he could not exist to go back and kill his punk ass dad right before he scored with

He could fit in between the two walls of the house and eavesdrop on the conversations and nobody ever knew he transcribed everything, per the NSA. He was paid handsomely for his

the promise of a future yet to come. Trapped within the furry confines of a creature too cute, too... diabolical to trust with my own thoughts, there was only one option left. I--

With steps of silence and a voice as dark as the night weighted around it's shoulders, the shadow moved on, pausing only once before a dimly lit bar to grin into the light.

For to not not would fall as a shame upon us both.

typing nonsensically against the industrial keyboard. SHe thought the sound was pleasant at least, but she was certain she had no idea what the hell she was doing. They sighed

I wrapped it about me like protection. As I made that walk I pondered my life up to that moment and whether it would end when I opened that door again. Already I could see the eye

uncontested will? Nobody has because there has never been one!" The steam room broke out in laughter at that one. Col. Lingus was laughing so hard that he slipped off the bench and

were fellow travelers of the Old World Clown Royalty. Some of the vampires themselves had been Old World Clown Royalty but lost their claims to that world upon their Turning.

promoted to indentured sex worker takes a toll on a man. On the other hand, there was now a glimmer of hope that I could be free of this life in 7 years. My FARC membership card

trained in the ancient discipline of Eet Jit, which enables a diminutive combatant to obliterate one many times larger than himself with nothing but an AK-12. By graduation time, I

an immortalized woman named Sam, who is very clairvoyant, and remembered everything the same way he did.

Cue from the look of the onlookers and the direction of their gazes he "decided" hot pursuit was called for. But first a 5 minute 80s style gearing up montage was also called for.

The Street knew that you brought the Codex, and grabbed you out of your car on the street, like a Grand Theft Auto style fight. The walls were talking to you again, because the st

before he had finished the Gleason Configuration. He would never crash on the moon and frolic with the cheese like he had always dreamed of. He would never ski the Bœke Straits.

I pondered fools in all their foolish degrees. From the simple fool who let you always fool him to the entanglement agent who made you fool yourself. You're fooling yourself if you