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CONTINUED: 4. FREIGHT AND YOU SHUT UP. We all know you’re a Cthulhu worshiper. AARON Cultist Orthodox twice reformed. KENDRA If you took better care of the ship (beat) You need to take better care of the ship. FREIGHT You think I don’t know that, but after this run we’ll be just fine. KENDRA Freight...about this run.... FREIGHT Yeah yeah yeah. We’ve all heard about how nasty the Confed is. Look, they’re not gods. Just genetically modified. Besides, after this, we’ll move on to safer parts. KENDRA I still say we dump the cargo. This stuff is dangerous. This stuff could be used to make illegal AI’s. Slave AI’s. FREIGHT Can’t do that if you want to fix the ship. KENDRA Can’t fix the ship if we’re on Shitworld. Aaron stops smiling. AARON Fucking don’t talk about Shitworld. Dude. Its seriously bad luck. Like major bad mojo. FREIGHT RELAX. We’ll be fine. We’re almost there. The Confed hasn’t even finished setting things up since they won. (CONTINUED)

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CONTINUED: 3. AARON GOD! WHY OH WHY Have thou forsaken us? FREIGHT You idiot. He laughs and punches Aaron’s shoulder. AARON It is true lord, I am an idiot. Wouldst the thou take that into consideration in the repair of our ship? A spontaneous miracle? Kendra smirks amused but doesn’t join in with the laughing. She points to the left. KENDRA You know Sol is about that way. If you’re looking for God, he’s probably there. AARON God is everywhere. KENDRA So is his Noodliness. AARON BLASPHEME. KENDRA Right back at you. All stare and look at each other for a moment and then break into laughter, Aaron first, then Freight, then finally Kendra. A small alarm beeps. Kendra examines a sensor log. She shakes her head. KENDRA Another chunk of the ship just blew off. FREIGHT GOD DAMN IT! AARON Forgive him lord, he knows not what he says. (CONTINUED)

And what of Sex?

So Rhombus, you live in a swamp.  Well. No.  I work in a swamp.  I live in a Bayou.   I also work in the more swampy part of that Bayou.  Bit this is not a shack.  It is a home in tje 1940's style originally built by speculation on the return of GIs and purchased shortly after Hurricane Heimdal.  Cheap.

I felt that because TC and I share some similarities, that I should outline some differences.  I have never had hangups with the human relations that plagued T.C. in his captive years in wonderbreadland.  But that also means I do not habe the resilience of spirit.

I gave up after my first love.  She was a lovely creature of the sea, and I met her in Miami.  I return sometimes.  Random relations are nice, but I am one given to ine and only one love.  What happened to her you ask?

There is a reason I haunt a bridge to other worlds.

But that is another tale.

How I Met TC

Includes two anecdotes from the blog. Also this still is and will remain the Tossing Grenades at Windmills' podcasts despite the errors in the first bumper that says 'redanvilproductions' and the second that says 'reanvilamalgamated'...

 

Should be fixed soon.

Edited by Grayson Bergmann

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Cleanup Crew Leader, Tech 1&2: Three people who have to clean up the mess that is left after Governor - The Governor of Shitworld. A petty beuracrat who has too much power for his own good. ACT 1 SCENE 1 - EXT WIDE SHOT OF THE MARGARET FLYING THROUGH DEEP SPACE – NIGHT A large chunk of metal just randomly flies off of the ship and floats into the camera. INT – CONTROL ROOM OF THE MARGARTET – DAY FREIGHT, Aaron and Kendra sit at their various control stations talking. The cockpit is cluttered with posters and other random brickabrack that make a very tight space more livable for the three of them as they travel the vastness of space. FREIGHT Are you sure? KENDRA Yes. We’ve got about 50000 coins worth of repair work. At the least. FREIGHT Well...that sucks. That is going to cost us about a third of the run. (beat) Damn it. We are this close to being able to retire. You know we can just let the ship rot. KENDRA Don’t talk about the Margaret like that. She’s home. FREIGHT Any home can’t last forever. Freight looks at the ceiling and rolls around in his chair. He gazes at Kendra who frowns and then he moves his head toward Aaron. Aaron imitates Freight’s actions but parodies to make them even more extreme. Then Aaron begins to weep and wail. He knocks over a nearby ash tray and spreads the ashes over his shirt. He rips it and appeals to the heavens. (CONTINUED)

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Unfood by Tom Drake Dramatis Personae Freight Kasniket – He is an overly ambitious starship captain willing to cut some corners to make a quick buck so he can retire. He is very loyal to his crew, but he is willing to gamble with their lives to risk it all by smuggling one last big score. The Blob - Petty, Stupid, Fat. He has more money than God and less idea what to do with it. He has little to nothing to live for except his money and his various excessive ways to display it. He is everything that Freight isn’t...unambitious in every way. Without his weight, he will be even more lost. He is desperate for any edge he can give himself to keep it, and so is willing to pay to keep it. Whatever it takes. Also a bit somewhat accident prone. Kendra Sunmire – Navigator for the Margaret and First mate. She plays the straight man to the awesome trio, and is also somewhat responsible. But she also doesn’t put up with bullshit on their parts. She is often the Cassandra of the group where her warning are unheeded or ignored. On better days that means she’s there to post bail for them in the morning. On worst days, it means that Freight helps to ruin her life. Aaron Bilay – The ultimate stoner and also a kind gregarious fellow. He’s funny and he knows it. However there is the sensitive soul of a poet underneath the snarky exterior. Too much hardship will destroy him. Bob – He is the second maintenance robot in the Fatship. He knows how to find things and knows how to make his mission shine. Bob doesn’t talk but sometimes you can still swear he’s saying something by the way he clicks. Gerald Danes - A spokesman hired by the Confederation to do an industrial video about how the laws regarding health care are going to change for the sector. He is charismatic and charming. The Judge - A member of the confederation and a genetically modified human. He is very large and intimidating but speaks with a very gentle voice. He is calm and rational despite the fact that he looks like he could crush anyone before him like an insect. Ship’s Computer - The Fatship’s computer isn’t really intelligent. But it does a very good job of pretending like it is. It is extremely friendly because it has to be. Friendliness and customer service are mandatory citizen. Warrior - A confed warrior who serves as bailiff to the judge.

The Dangers of Too Much Story

So I'm not about to start doing politics in this world or yours; everyone knows how most politicians are, why add to the wind?

But if you compared something dangerous, like say the Cult of Death in the middle east.  I suppose I should come up with a name for my world...maybe Esperanza?  It's totally random, but it'll do just the same.  Where was I? Ah yes, Esperanza.  The Cult of Death hear believes in spreading itself as far and wide as it can, and they're crazy.

In Wonderbread Land it is the Korialailieleehahaha Robbers.  The language in Wonderbreadland is very Hawaiin sounding, but they're not actually Hawaiain.  They're supposed to be native American or something, I guess.  But both the Cult of Death and the Robbers are badass insane guys, but they don't need to blow up monuments because they're not really religions and their stories are weaker.


Then you have your world, we'll call it Library...because of how much story you have.  It's a spin off of Islam called Isis, which is an Egyptian Goddess,even though that isn't what they're about.  They're recruiting people all over the internet, blow up monuments and have to go to the most extreme of any extreme they possibly can.  Why? Because of the reputation and story that have developed as the new Caliphate.  Stories are dangerous.  Stories are powerful.

I'm interested in learning more about your world and telling more and better  stories, but live there?

NOOO thank you.