[Script] Hot Tin Lizzie Goes Up and Out

Script - Hot Tin Lizzie Goes Up and Out

Lizzie - When you're a woman in the year 2045, one of three things happens to you; you get Joyed (where they cut off your ability to enjoy sex per the Virtuous Women Act of 2023), you flee to California or you go to Space, but Space X has been outlawed in the US for 10 years.  Lizzie aims to build her own ship.

Daddy - Daddy was smart enough to move them to Kentucky when they started seriously enforcing the VWA, but now that they are using robot docs, even the back of beyond isn't safe.  Daddy isn't what he used to be but Lizzy would still like to take him with her.

Noma - "NotMama" - Daddy's second wife.  Not Mama is a collaborator.  She has always believed in the VWA and being Great.  She's also been Joyed and is secretly rather bitter.

Lazodela - NotMama's second daughter, looking forward to voluntarily complying with the VWA.  She thinks Lizzie bears a striking resemblance to Lilith in the Great Network's potrayal of Kinda Near Eden.

Mayor Rob - All about being Great.   Hates California.  Hates new things.  Hates Daddy.  Wants to marry Lizzie.

President Musk - President of the Orbital Republic.  Routinely broadcasts to Earth.

Mana

So after some astral projection, trying to find realities that were not stupid enough to elect an echo of President Tinkle (We elected President Polyester in Terra, more on him and his Disco Zombies later), I took another look at Wonderbreadland, where TC's soul had been stuck for a few decades, permanently warping him in a negative way.  Turns out that Wonderbreadland doesn't call itself that, but actually called Mana.  Most of the cities in the New World have Book of Fred names like Washingtoniaha, New York Cityahemla, Salt Lake Cityiaha, and Philidelphia.  Everyone is happy, by design.  As children, they have practiced a particular form of brain surgery perfected by the Reformed Egyptians on their world removing a small amount of their frontal lobe reducing their ability to judge reality.  So they can turn anything that they don't like off like a light switch.

But say what you will about Mana, it didn't elect President Tinkle.  Right now, their President is President White Horse, owner of the largest chain of used car dealerships in the United States and is single handledly having been attributed to saving the constitution.  For over a hundred and fifty years, they have had a special ceremony where their constitution is dangled by a thread over a fire pit, only to have it saved by their President and Prophet.  Mana is also unique in that magic works quite well there (though only Monotheistic magic, good or evil) and that time travel is quite regular.  What their president declares that they believe is changed by a dedicated band of secret followers known as the Gadianton Nazarines.  They travel back in time with their magic tennis shoes and make sure that whoever needs killing is dealt with so that they never even existed.

The reason they never elected a President Tinkle or a President Polyester is because both of them were smothered in the crib before they were more than a day old.

[Poem] The Grass Is Mean - Part 2

(Continued from earlier)

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Untitled

by Emmit Other

So I said to myself
I said Hey Honey
Its not the size
Its how you use it
And if you're going to spend time 
In the basement garage attic
Of the collective unconcious
You'd better know the house rules
Don't take the leftovers in the fridge man
So if you're gonna do this
Do it right
Or jack
back over again
we'll turn you round and around
Until you do it again and again
Doctor Strange had it right
Don't bring time to the timeless
Unless you're prepared to win the spork fight
You're gone john
you're wiped
We've got your number
You are measured
Undone
Done
Wired
Rewired
Hardwired
Cunning
Linguis
Expecto Exacto Patronus
Gone.
These are not the droids you're looking for
404
Gone
Undone
HAHAHAHAHAHA
Make your time
That entry is not valid
You have been disconnected
Good bye

Tastes Like Chicken

It is a known, but highly distrubing fact that to the Humans of Terra and Inner Fairy, talking animals tastes better than their non talking counter part.  The infamous Rue de Chair is a street of corrals, pens, farms and restaurants in Inner Fairy which caters to breeding, raising and butchering talking animals.  While cows, chickens and pigs were the most popular attractions, they also included the occasional dog, horse, seal, cat, mouse or fruitbat.  This phenemonea seems entirely restricted to talking mammals; talking birds are largely the same.  Why then did the Rue de Chair raise talking chickens in addition?

Because everyone wanted to try talking chicken as a comparison to everything else.  As an interesting side note, inhabitants of Earth find talking animals to taste like ink or film or air depending on what form of story medium they most prefer.  Indeed, it was extensive expirmentation on the chemical residue of talking animals compared to animals from Terra, Mana, Gaia and Earth that led to a discovery of the infusion of not just magic but also story that caused them to have a dash of reality.

The inhabitants of Gaia, curiously enough, find the taste of talking animals vile and toxic.  Too much blood or flesh of a talking animal causes them to begin to have traits of the very animals they are consuming which leads many to believe the creation of fish men, pig men or goat men might actually do to the over consumption of such flesh by inhabitants at one time.  The less said about the inhabitants of Mana and their consumption of such flesh the better.

These are the Words

by the 8th part of the soul of TC that went to hell a few years ago and let Rhombus in from time to time.

What is there to say that has not been said?

This darkness we summon now

This closing of the lid of the divine Eye of Providence

This curse we invoke upon ourselves

A less perfect union

Divided, Completely Divisible, Two Nations

Unsustainable

This land has shattered the unsolited bargain it has made with itself

The Arc of Justice has had its back broken

And the fanfare for the common man is played with a kazoo

As Washington Burns

And will keep smoldering in the hell we all now dwell in

For is not hell or heaven the people you are with?

And are not so many responsible?

The fingers to point

And the harbingers all cacophanying against themselves

We few

We happy few

Who have an exit plan

To nowhere

For this tiny space ship earth

Is now piloted by the cast of Jackass

And has been for some time

But the arrogant and the ignorant guffaw and believe themselves enlightened

Even now they believe they are effective

Against the Long Bow

They bring a Spork to a Nuke Fight

Can this Miasma be turned?

Oh yes

Oh heavens yes

But it will not be with your refridgerator magnet philosophy horatio

It will be the herald of a new dawn

Not the Armstrong Spacesuit ripped in the vacuum of space

Full of holes and blasphemies

It shall be the temple of the kindest storm

It shall be in the eye of the hurricane

It shall be in the thralls of the voice of the City of Books

It shall be heard in the canyons great and small

These broken cities of ours shall rise up

When the new herald arrives

And on that day

Shall you know joy

But that day is not this day

For on this day

All men

All women

All races

All creeds

All nationalities

All of humanity

Should bow their heads in shame

May the stars heap the scorn upon us that we so richly deserve.

For we have failed.

State of Terra

Greetings blog fans, this is my first post using the new Dragon anywhere software. Seems to be working pretty well. The neat thing about it is that since it's over the Internet long as you have a relay between worlds it allows you to use it even on terra firma.

Things are not going well here either. Our new president, Jeffrey P polyester, was a bit of ringer. We thought we were getting another safe highly bland candidate, when in fact we have our own version of, "Donald Trump". The only differences this one seems a lot more charismatic and intelligent than yours. Needless to say that I have not renewed my lease in Miami and am returning to my former home, family domicile, in swamp in Louisiana.

There had been talked for a while about getting a group of us together and maybe helping you guys out using EP's method of traveling between worlds… As it is we have our own problems. So it looks like we're on this boat together. 

Well maybe not quite the same boat, since President Polyester carefully used his nuclear power company to carefully and stealthily distribute toxic waste all over America, particularly in the Midwest and old Confederate South… Thus leading to two or three generations brain damage, I'm afraid that you can't say the same thing on earth. But in your defense, your people don't fall for some the things that are still like look over there or your shoes or untied…

So it looks like it's gonna be long for more likely eight years… And we here at Terra look forward to working with you. I can't guarantee that will be able to be of much help, but at least we'll be able to entertain you.