Hastur has the unenviable job of acting as gate keeper for the IINS for magical creatures that want to emmigrate to the USA. Then he gets cursed.
By T.C. Ricks, Performed by Matt Franklin, Edited by Fiona Skye
Saturday, March 28, 2015
Thursday, March 26, 2015
[Script] Tossing Grenades At Windmills - Page 67
GRENADEMAN
ER…EXCUSE ME….
Inoria
It’s utterly
fascinating, why, there could be such a world for every hope and
dream ever conceived by mankind…there really could be a Narnia, or
a Shangri-La, or a place where trickle down economics really works.
GRENADEMAN
SOMEONE IS ABOUT TO
GUILOTEEN THAT WOMAN OVER THERE…SHOULDN’T WE BE ACTING
WELL…SUPERHEROIC, SEING AS HOW WE’RE WELL…YOU KNOW…SUPER
HEROES?
Inoria
Oh no. Any action we
take here might affect the cosmic balance of our own dimension. Why,
who knows what disturbed dreams that children might be having back in
our own world.
Hawkqueen
Those things seemed
pretty disturbed as it was without any of our help.
CHAINSAW FRED
Do you people ALWAYS
talk like this? Is there some special school you go to?
Inoria
Where is Frank?
GRENADEMAN
TALLYHO!
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
[Script] Tossing Grenades At Windmills - Page 66
FRENCH PERSON #2
Madrigras was last week
you silly people.
FRENCH PERSON #1
Perhaps they are simply
celebrating the Revolution?
FRENCH PERSON #2
That must be it.
Hawkqueen
Where in the HECK are
we?
CHAINSAW FRED
I think the question is
more when…somewhere around the time of the French Revolution
Vengeance
Therese! Who has seen
her?
Therese Defarge!
Inoria
I know that name…
Knitting French Woman
She never missed
before.
CHAINSAW FRED
Ancient ancestor of
yours?
Hawkqueen
No. It’s the name of
one of the characters in Charles Dicken’s novel, “A tale of Two
Cities”
Inoria
No, don’t you
understand, somehow we’ve been transported not to another time, but
another dimension entirely. I would suspect it a reflection of the
collective unconscious.
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Grenademan Vs the Zombies Chapter 5
Written by T.C. Ricks
Read by Matt Franklin
Edited by Fiona Skye
Given the organized response against them, Doc and the Circle seek to gain more recruits in the safest way possible...a science fiction convention.
Thursday, March 19, 2015
[Script] Tossing Grenades At Windmills - Page 65
Fred,
Hawkqueen and Inoria grab Grenademan’s Cape.
GRENADEMAN
YOU DON’T TUG ON
GRENADEMAN’S CAPE. YOU DON’T SPIT IN THE EYE OF THE OLD LONE
RANGER AND YOU DON’T MESS AROUND WITH MY CAPE. EMPHASIS ON THE CAPE
PART. HINT, THAT’S MY CAPE.
Fred
So what are we supposed
to be doing here?
GRENADEMAN
MY CAPE PLEASE.
Inoria
Honestly…I have
absolutely no idea, but it makes about as much sense as everything
else that’s been going on.
GRENADEMAN
YOU ARE GETTING COOKIE
CRUMBS ON MY CAPE. WAIT, SORRY, THAT’S FROM DEAD GINGERBREAD MAN.
Inoria
grabs Grenademan’s cape. There is a large flash of light and they
all vanish.
EXT.
REVOLUTIONARY FRANCE - DAY
The
four appear inside a rowdy crowd in revolutionary France. A large
guillotine sits to one side. No one immediately pays attention to
them.
FRENCH PERSON #1
I hear they are up to
thirty seven today!
FRENCH PERSON #2
That’s nothing. Last
week they got rid of two hundred and fourteen.
FRENCH PERSON #1
Let’s get a good front
seat. Last time I could see the veins in his neck still pumping.
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
[Script] Tossing Grenades At Windmills - Page 64
GRENADEMAN
THE SUPERHEROIC WORK IS
A GLORIOUS WORK.
Inoria
Actually, it’s times
like this that I really wonder why I get up in the morning.
They
blow up the last of the gingerbread men. The Candy Queen cries and
runs away.
Hawkqueen
This is almost enough to
make me give up chocolate…almost.
FRED
Right. So how do we get
out of here?
Inoria
That’s a very good
question.
Hawkqueen
You’re supposed to be
the technical expert.
Inoria
Look, I don’t have any
idea what was done to us, that doesn’t make it easy to replicate.
FRED
We know it had something
to do with Frank’s cape.
Hawkqueen
It was of the same
formula Thorne was looking for.
Inoria
That’s it. It’s
just crazy enough that it might work. Quick, everyone grab hold of
his cape…
Saturday, March 14, 2015
My live journal has long served as my poetry blog
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