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December 9, 2021
The “It’s a Guy Ritchie flick” OPERATION FORTUNE: RUSE DE GUERRE.
OPERATION FORTUNE: RUSE DE GUERRE is a Guy Ritchie flick, and these days I am a guy who goes to see Guy Ritchie flicks in theaters. That’s the way it goes. It looks like a lot of fun, too.
12/08/21 Snippet, THE STARS ARE WRONG.
Had to do a double batch today to catch up. This story is well along its arc, though.
Patreon!The storm that followed lasted a week. A week of portents. A week of intrigues and dark designs, playing out behind closed doors and in ancient sewers.
A week of terrors.
Normally when a storm like this comes, the Guardian’s life is easier. Folk stay inside, making it easy for us not to notice their crimes. When the rain falls in Seacity, it draws away all the hot blood and anger that builds up in the streets and houses, and takes it to the sea. The sea is always hungry for what the city gives it, and our pain is no exception.
But this time the downpour brought no relief; it was hot rain, almost steaming, and the streets soon became sticky, mud-filled troughs. And it never quite stopped, now slow, now fast, and a few times howling, stinging waves of water. More than one building collapsed when the rain washed away the accumulated dirt and clay that was keeping it together.
And there was a great restlessness in the city, too. The rain was more relentless than any living person could remember, and tempers easily frayed under its oppression. All over the city, brawls broke out in the streets and alleys, with people clawing and biting at each other in blind rage. We soon learned to stop the fights quickly, for if any one was left to continue it would drag more people into its maelstrom, until it subsided on its own back into a bed of burned houses and battered corpses. And where there were no battles, there were wild revels, with people shouting and laughing and doing whatever they cared to. The Guardians soon learned to break up those, too — for the revels could gout crimson at any time, and did.
December 8, 2021
Couldn’t get to THE STARS ARE WRONG tonight.
Too busy with the other two projects, both of which are on deadlines. And possibly I should try to avoid burnout. I’m pushing 2K words a day right now.
12/08/21 Snippet, THE DOOM THAT CAME TO LUNA CITY.
Entrances!
Patreon!When they got through to the welcoming center, Sgt. Joe-Bob asked the question Tobias was thinking: “Hey, where are all the bodies?” Because there weren’t any. No corpses or scattered debris, either. Somebody had cleaned up.
There were other clues of human habitation, starting with how the power plant had been restarted. The life support systems were also on, although according to Tobias’ suit the oxygen levels were uncomfortably low, and the temperature was just above freezing. From Tobias’s point of view, that in itself was good news: even if the life support system itself was damaged, poor air was still better than no air; and anybody that ended up being evacuated here could just wear warm clothing.
He wouldn’t take off his helmet, though. And Tobias wouldn’t let anybody else take off theirs, either. This site had been overrun by maniacs once, and right now it should be a vacuum-heavy tomb. That it wasn’t seemed like a bizarre miracle, and Tobias didn’t trust it for a second.
The new THE BOOK OF BOBA FETT trailer.
…It is acceptable. I expect that many awful people will meet their gritty ends in this show, which works for me. Weird how this particular character captured fan interest, based on two, three scenes — but then, the action figure was way cool. Good luck finding an original, still in its box…
12/08/21 Snippet, TINSEL RAIN.
“BOOTLEGGER REVERSE, MISTER SULU!*”
Patreon!*Classical reference. #commissionearned
The gun felt a little sluggish after the third shot, so I dropped it in my lap and grabbed the wheel with both hands. My plan was to hit the stop-pedal, which would shake whatever it was up there off the roof, but I must have hit the go-pedal instead, because suddenly I was zooming down the road so fast the needle was approaching 55. I wasn’t sure what would happen if I hit that number. The car would explode, or something? There was something in the Lore about speed and exploding cars. In fact, I suddenly remembered that there was a lot in the Lore about exploding cars. It’s a miracle any of the Old Americans ever lived to old age.
But if I didn’t like going fast (I was going to run out of straight street soon, so I wouldn’t be doing it for long), neither did the monster; it started hammering on the roof again, but this time it sounded more like the thing was just trying to hold on. So I shoved the go-pedal again (it’s got a real name, but ‘go-pedal’ was how I learned it); and, just as the needle was about to hit the Boom Speed I took my foot off and twisted the wheel, hard.
Yeah. In the Lore, what was supposed to happen then was: the car would go in a full 360 degree turn, then come to a complete stop while the critter on the top of the car would go flying. I would then make a quick quip before I leaned out the window shot whatever-it-was with one of the missile tubes the Old Americans always kept in the back. Only I didn’t have one of those, so that’s where it started to go wrong.
Tweet of the Day, They Cannot See The Edition.
Clearly.
— Holly Jolly Cactus(@cactikaktos) December 8, 2021
December 7, 2021
Tweet-Thread of the Day, It’s All True edition.
All of it. Perfectly true. But not actually infallible, because… never mind.
What kind of online Catholics the Muppets are, knee jerk reactions only, a thread:
— John Herreid (@HerreidJohn) December 7, 2021
