It was early in the spring of 1835 when me and my friend Arsecock were shanghai-ed. We had only had a few pints in The Admirals' Cockles in Plymouth, but there must have been something in the brew. When I woke up, I was sick, the whole world was rolling from side to side, and everything smelt of shit. "Where am I?" I asked. "Hahar! Ye've awoken," said a gruff bearded old man in a smart unifo...
Space Log News: Six months after leaving earth the z23 computer picked up signals of the predatory aliens tracking the ship. In a final effort to save the crew, z32 transferred everyone into a capsule then released it as motionless debris. The mo...
MAGISTER, Battlefield - Lyra has spent more than a decade in mountainous combat zones collecting intelligence for the Gyptian National Army, but nothing could have prepared her for what happened last Friday when the Gobblers carried out their monstro...
LOS ANGELES, U.S. - At the annual meeting of psychopaths who think that songs are telling them to murder people concern was expressed over the lack of good music anymore. "It's a big problem" Charles Manson wannabe Jeff Smith explained. "Back in t...
Barcelona, Spain-An American man named John who characterizes himself as adventurous and outdoorsy chose to eat three meals at a single local restaurant, El Restaurante de Leon, on a day trip to Barcelona on Saturday. In an interview with John, we le...
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