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Tuesday, June 17th, 2008
“Be the change you want to see in the world,” said Hauser and smiled at his doomsday machine. He was fairly certain that Gandhi hadn’t intended his words to be applied to genocide weapons, but Hauser felt it appropriate. “Chaos is change, right?” he asked nobody in particular.
The nobody in particular was the professional event […]
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Saturday, September 1st, 2007
“Your rescue sucks,” said Dakota and frowned at the individual seated across from her. Agent Travis glared back and tugged at the ropes tying him down. Dakota blinked several times in an attempt to dismiss her grogginess. Sometime during the third act of Kim Jong Il’s unintentional horror film, her central nervous system decided to […]
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Saturday, July 28th, 2007
Victoria did all she could to ignore the itch where her eye used to be. The prickling fire ate at her, and she clenched her fist, lest it try to claw at her eye-patch. Slowly, her will loosened the grip on her hand and let it prove her trust. Fingers gently pressed against her face. […]
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Sunday, April 29th, 2007
Inquisitor de Costa stomped bits of mud and heretic off his boot and walked into the tavern. The rain had not done much to improve a disposition already put foul by the uncooperative nature of the last three establishments he had visited. For this one’s sake, the local color had best be a shade of […]
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Tuesday, April 17th, 2007
“You idiots!” screamed the head of Kim Jong -Il. “Why did you bring her here?”
The vikings looked at each other in confusion and fear before looking back at their bespecled leader. None of them wanted to admit to anything at this point for a variety of reasons. For some, it was because the leader […]
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Monday, April 16th, 2007
Dakota found the past itchier than she would have liked. The dress and bonnet they’d acquired was wool woven for the express purpose of making someone pine for cotton fabrics. She erupted in a full body scratch fit and let her eyes roll back into her skull as the wave of bliss poured down her […]
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Friday, April 13th, 2007
Captain Rosenbaum had grown to resent his plant. Despite repeated attempts on its life, it remained green and vibrant out of what could only be hate and spite. Each morning he would wake up, stumble out of his bunk, and swear violently at whatever gods he could think of of until the coffee perked. And […]
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Wednesday, April 11th, 2007
Upon putting her foot down, Dakota learned one of the fundamental differences between the past and the future. In the past, there are a lot more horses and fewer people cleaning up after them. A chant of obscenities sounded the lament for her poor mary janes.
“Quiet,” said Travis and went back to his vigilant monitoring […]
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Tuesday, April 10th, 2007
Dakota lay in a patch of idyllic green pasture and showed her appreciation of it by throwing up on it. She would have certainly enjoyed the pollution-free air, bright sky, and rural hush but right now she would have settled for normal. Normal being free of vertigo and not losing her cafeteria lunch in […]
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Wednesday, July 26th, 2006
Dakota choked on the stench of horse, whiskey, and man-sweat that her face was buried in. For a moment her eyes twitched as the vaguely cowboy-ish form standing bravely in front of her became a vaguely secret service-ish form standing bravely in front of her. Dressed in a black suit and regulation uninteresting tie, he […]
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