When the Austro-Hungarian Empire decided

When the Austro-Hungarian Empire decided that it would mark its territorial border in the middle of a tavern on 24th Street, Little Jimmy knew things were about to get messy.

Archduke Franz Ferdinand ran into the bar hotly pursued by the wild-eyed Princip. A shot rang out, the Arhduke collapsed. Jimmy chased the Bosnian Serb down 24th Street but he disa

abled Jimmy's legs his nerve-rioter. Jimmy collapsed into the tubers. The Bosnian Serb haloed into a crackle line and disappeared. World War 99 had started, just like WW 98.

"99 world wars of tale on the wall, 99 world wars of tale; if one of those world wars should happen to end, then 98 world wars of tale on the wall," sung my friend.

It would be our last evening in The Grout and Char before the recently spotted megaplanet "Blammo" smashed into Earth. Obviously humans had been better at war than astronomy up to

this point in history. Ah, but nothing could be done about that now. My comrades & I downed another round as we watched the planet Blammo get closer. We were doomed, but then I

remembered the illudium Q-36 explosive space modulator that the small green being in the Trojan tutu had given me. "Do you think this would help destroy planet Blammo?" I said,

"Could be. Give it the ole college try." Following the misfire, I found myself drifting atop an asteroid, a fragment of the home planet I had just destroyed. The Martian had failed

journey to find space rocks popping candy. I contemplated the vastness of space and time. Art and stories are limitless but yet I felt subjected to endless sequels.