Courtesy of the manly CPRM
Simon shouldered his backpack. “How far do you think?” he asked.
“The descent was steep and the sound of the impact was right on top of the flash, so I’m pretty sure it’s on the estate grounds,” Wartimus said, storing the counter and settling his own backpack in place. He pointed to the thin column of smoke.
“I got due east,” Simon said looking at his compass.
Wartimus consulted the luminous face of his own compass. “Agreed. Due east,” he said. “Let’s go.”
The two boys crossed manicured lawn of the backyard and entered the mature woods beyond. The red gels over their flashlights preserved their night vision as they rustled through last year’s leaves. A dry summer had kept the undergrowth down and they made good time.
The woods on the estate had been their playground since they had first met in second grade. Hieronymus had insisted that Wartimus attend the local public school for—in his words—“the sheer lumpen experience of it.” Nearly all of the parents of the children he went to school worked for his father. Simon’s parents worked in the biosciences division, riding the funicular every day to where the factory of Riesigmann Industries clung to the top of the mountain like the enormous claw of an eagle. Simon was the only boy in his class not terrified of Wartimus, the brooding 8-year-old with visible abs and a father that owned the entire town. Wartimus was just happy to meet someone not in awe of his father.
Playing with Simon gave Wartimus the semblance of a normal childhood, as long as a normal childhood involved raiding the estate armory to stitch machine gun fire across enemy trees or engineering a mistletoe blight to ruin Christmas that caused robins maddened by the mutant berries to attack his entire class while on a field trip. Simon loved to spend time with Wartimus, even if he could never tell his mother that their tree house had a number of deadfall traps dug around its defensive perimeter and Simon was expected to run a homemade mortar in case of attack.
The second compass check was made in a small clearing they came upon twenty minutes from the gate.
“Is this…” Simon began.
“Yes,” Warty said. He swung his flashlight over to a blackened stump.
“I told you napalm was a bad idea,” Simon said.
“We contained it.”
“Your father was so angry.”
“Not really,” Wartimus said, “The propane tank didn’t blow. And it wasn’t like Tree House Mark One was anything he had helped build anyway.”
Wartimus straightened and held his hand up in the starlit night.
“You hear that?” he whispered to Simon and the boy shook his head.
Wartimus tugged Simon back under the cover of the trees as a downdraft of air blasted the clearing and a helicopter blotted out the sky. It was nearly silent and moving slowly. Eventually, it went behind the tops of trees at the far end of the clearing.
“It’s moving due east,” Wartimus spat. “I’m going on ahead,” he said and took off running.
He immediately left Simon behind. Alone, Wartimus no longer had to pretend he needed the flashlight and tucked into the holster on his belt, his pupils dilating to drink in starlight. He leaped over obstacles he would have had to walk around with Simon in tow. His lungs shifted in his chest to better strip oxygen from the night air and his heart hammered away. Simon had seen some of the things Hieronymus had engineered into Wartimus, but small things that could be dismissed, like skin a little too resistant to cuts or landing on his feet from a fall a little too far to survive unharmed. His strength and inhuman grace as he moved through the forest would have frightened Simon.
Wartimus outpaced the slow search pattern of the helicopter and skidded to a stop at the rim of the crater ahead of it. It was three meters across and almost as deep. The trees around the crater were down, blasted outward, blackened and still smoldering. There was no way the helicopter would miss this, he knew he had to hurry.
Wartimus peered over the edge looking for an impactor. There was a faint Tyrian glow from the center of the crater. He backed off and got out the Geiger counter. There was only the slow tick tick tick of normal background radiation as he circled the crater. The glow faded as he made it back to his starting point and Simon came crashing through the underbrush, specimen bucket rattling, his flashlight bouncing wildly, the red gel lost.
“How… long… have… you… been… here?” Simon managed, holding his side.
“Less than a minute,” Wartimus lied.
“Radiation?”
“Nothing. I can’t see anything in the crater. I’m going down there.”
Wartimus took the bucket from Simon as the boy continued to catch his breath. He removed the safety gloves and put them on. Handing the still ticking Geiger counter to Simon, Wartimus took a pair of heavy-duty tongs out and practiced working them with the awkward gloves.
As they walked around the crater looking for a good spot to climb down, the helicopter passed close enough to send a cloud of dead leaves and pine needles toward them. Wartimus estimated they would be right over the crater on the next pass.
“We have to go now!” Wartimus shouted and jumped over the edge and rode the slope down in controlled fall. Simon followed less gracefully, the specimen bucket rolling ahead of him. Wartimus caught him before he fell face-first. The Geiger counter didn’t change as Simon waved it close to the center of the crater.
“It’s OK to put that away,” Wartimus said as he fell to his knees and began brushing back the fine dust that had gathered at the lowest point. There was no residual heat or shock geology.
“It didn’t come down very fast,” Wartimus told Simon. Something was just visible in the shaky beam from Simon’s flashlight. He scraped a channel all around it and lifted it carefully, grunting under the unexpected weight. It was purple and studded and looked to be covered in open sores.
“It’s some sort of…” Wartimus began to say but a towering pillar of light stabbed down from the helicopter as it slid in place over them.
“It’s a huge dildo!” Simon yelled in surprise.
Sexiest thing you’ve ever written.
I had no idea the story was set in Quebec.
Or L.A.
/Angels flight
Or Pittsburgh.
funiculi
funicula
my dildo in my pack
Dammit, a cliffhanger!
/impatient
Tune in next week to see if Wartimus and Simon escape the Dildo Crater of DOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
I know, right?
/Taps foot.
/Taps foot.
*slides foot partially under stall partition, taps foot back*
+1 Abnormally Wide Stance
+1 drill with hole saw attachment
Wait, now we’re in the Minneapolis airport? This non-euclidian geometry plays havoc with my sense of geography.
I went hunting for the infamous bathroom when I was stuck in there for a while. Not for anything inappropriate, mind you, just because it seemed like the most interesting thing about that airport.
Tundra and Pope Jimbo hardest hit?
Yeah, that was a little harsh. MSP is pretty nice, actually.
Schiphol has ruined me for airports, and everything is better than Muscovite airports. I don’t remember why but I had to get to MSP relatively early and I think I ended up in a bland satellite terminal… It’s been a few years now though, so I could be misremembering.
You are. It’s funny, I was just talking to one of the guys in the office about airports and I told him how much I like Schiphol. MSP has been extensively renovated and there are a ton of places to kill time, get drunk or work. It kind of reminds me of Schiphol, actually.
When were the renovations? It’s been a few years since I’ve been through the airport.
Ongoing, but a lot has changed over the last couple years. They are dropping something like $200 million over the next five years re-doing the main lobby area.
The Delta gates have been updated with plenty of individual seating (little tables and kiosks with iPads for ordering booze) and they’ve added a bunch of stores and real restaurants (local). It’s actually pretty nice. I think some of the outlying gates are still pretty dull, but overall it has come a long way.
Yeah, LAX is in the same process currently. The basic layout of the place is a problem, but the international terminal is nice (although largely geared toward separating traveling Emirs from their money). The BF is actually on the project to build a satellite concourse so that they can systematically shutter and refurbish the older terminals without causing a ton of disruption.
All US airports seem pretty nice after you’ve been to a few 3rd world airports. I remember, in particular the first time I was at the airport in Cancun. Weeds growing up through the runway. Inside, electrical wires and pipes hanging out of walls with cracked and broken plaster. I was scared to even go in the restrooms.
ooooooo!
Jesse and Swissy, sitting in a stall…
g-a-g-b-a-l-l
a-p-p-l-a-u-s-e
I don’t even own a gimp suit!!!!
*narrows stance*
*sitcom laughter*
“the sheer lumpen experience of it.”
Hat tip, Karl Marx
“It’s a huge dildo!” Simon yelled in surprise.
Quite the cliffhanger
I’m digging Warty Hugeman’s backstory. Keep up the good work, SF.
Simon was the only boy in his class not terrified of Wartimus, the brooding 8-year-old with visible abs…
Just sublime.
National Association of Marlon Brando Look-Alikes on line one for Mr. Free…
Nice work, SugarFree
Please. Don’t encourage xim/xer.
Well, if we don’t, how are we going to find out about the space dildo?
Yeah. Am I the only one who didn’t expect it to be a dildo?
Your capacity for suspension of disbelief is impressive. If SF were writing episodes of Scooby Doo, I’d expect every “ghost” that was unmasked to actually be a dildo in a costume…perhaps occasionally an Aneros to keep things fresh.
When you say that word ‘fresh’, I do not think it means what you think that it means …
I assume it was recently sexually harassing someone old enough to be a parent or grandparent. It might have been slapped.
I honestly do not know what that thing is. I’m so innocent.
I dropped my erection to read this installment
About time. You should be aware that chafing is a condition with a cure.
Bag Balm?
I’ve got a magnifying lens; let’s go find it!
Doooooooooooooomcock! He’s gonna fuck the helicopter.
Spoilers, sweetie!
Sorry.
Are you?
For some things. But mostly my conscience is clear. Well…semi-transparent.
At least I didn’t say what position or orifice.
I’m guessing from behind in the fresh gunshot wound.
It’s a dildo!
In the event its a dildo its company policy to not imply ownership. We found A dildo, not necessarily YOUR dildo.
Sounds like me at a shot n’ a beer place.
Hey SF, look at what is hanging on my wall, for about 4 years,
https://photos.app.goo.gl/uxHkEl6TTigLSjIz2
I must have found some of that guy’s stuff when I hacked that banner together for the Warty Hugeman blog. http://wartyhugeman.blogspot.com/
Awesome posters, though.
Thanks, fun website, aaaand,
I lost the link
I see “Kill Hitler!” on the list of things to do. I thought it had been established that that is against the rules.
People are free to do as they wish in their own Timeline
Yep. Killing baby Hitler never works out well.
It’s mostly just tacky. Every hack who gets a time machine goes “I’m gonna kill Hitler”. No one thinks “hey, I’m going to drop a brick on Genghis Khan’s head when he was five” or “I’m going to fly around the battle of Trafalgar with a laser burning English ships”.
But… Genghis Khan was awesome… wasn’t he?
To my understanding like many Asians, he was rather shot.
It depends on whether you were taller than a wagon wheel when you met him, Vhyrus.
Fuck that, I’m going back with the winning PowerBall numbers.
Might as well just go buy a ton of gold when it was a dollar an ounce.
I’d go back to take a run at Mae West.
If we’re playing that game I have a looooooooong list.
Vhyrus is the reason why syphilis ended up in Europe.
You’re welcome.
I can’t help but to giggle every time I see the name Wartimus.
A dildo with no orifice to penetrate is half a dildo. I’m hoping this will be remedied in future episodes.
I suspect this dildo will be capable of making its own orifii.
Since he only had to walk ~10 yards around the edge of the crater, why wouldn’t it have been “less than a minute?” I’m disregarding the crater geometry because of doomcock.
He was lying to cover up the fact that he got there so much faster than Simon. I was thinking at least a few minutes to set up the Geiger and walk slowly around the 30 foot circumference of the crater.
The Hugepocalypse is upon us!
The Doomcock Rises.
And when it (inevitably) comes to one of those “evil Doomcock?!” times… Dark Doomcock (HM page included)
This is great. I’d let my kids read it, were it not for the masturbation, sex, and dildo references, among other things.
Nothing like SugarFree episodes to prevent teen pregnancy, I’d seize the opportunity.
They’re gonna find out eventually.
IF YOU DON’T TELL YOUR CHILDREN ABOUT THE DOOMCOCK, WHO WILL?
I’d assume OMWC
That’s more of a demonstration than a conversation.
Some folks are tactile learners, Q.
Origin of Doomcock? No way it’s that simple!
That’s ridiculous, the Doomcock exploded itself to kill STEVE SMITH and cause the Tunguska blast. This must be his initial model, unless the rich narrative of the Warty Hugeman universe is being reconned.
The Doomcock of Doom contains the origin story of the Doomcock. I mean, c’mon!
Pssh. Like the Doomcock of Doom could be confined to just one origin story.
It exists on many Strands.
Multi-dimensional Doomcock?
It’s SF’s equivalent of Moorcock’s “Eternal Warrior” cycle, except – well – more phallic.
Heh… you said “Moorcock”… Heh.
OK, fine, but reading it (why? why am I reading it?), there’s STEVE SMITH appearance. I thought they were separate universes!
Dammit, continuity is almost getting to the point where we need Ultimate Universe, or Crisis on Infinite Cocks….
That was Ultimate universe STEVE SMITH, god, you fake fans…
ME STEVE SMITH PRIME TO YOU, SHITLORD
STEVE SMITH STRUGGLE WITH DOOMCOCK ACROSS THE MULTIVERSE(S).
I’m looking forward to the explanation why he had to Anglicize his name.
Ta-Nehisi Coates is probably going to be writing Captain America comics.
Well, at least they got the ‘Captain America is a Nazi’ storyline over already.
How did that end? The replaced the white dude with the black dude right?
Ultimately? Turns out evil Cap was not a real Cap, and then a dude barfed out magic cube that brought back real Cap from whatever dimension he was trapped in.
Or so Diversity & Comics told me.
Evil Cap was some bizarre universe-bending version caused by Fuckwit Authors…I mean the magical MacGuffin. Real Cap comes back due to said magical MacGuffin and smacks him around with Thor’s hammer. The day is saved but most of Marvel’s historical characters are still going to be sidelined for their social justice counterparts.
I’m really glad I found superhero comics to be dumb years before this (and not good dumb like Nextwave dumb), because if I were a fan I’d probably be furious.
See, they had a perfect opportunity to replace cishet white shitlord Nazi with his pure, oppressed
negroefriend of color and they dropped the ball. Bad form Marvel.Falcon was already Captain America and had been for a few years. And cyborg Bucky was Cap for awhile too.
That guy’s speaking voice is almost as annoying as your typical female millenial vocal fryer.
I prefer Mai Boy Zack from Diversity and Comics, but he’s been mostly talking about Twitter and sales figures lately.
“female millennial vocal fryer”
Urge to kill rising…
NPR employs at least a half dozen of them at this point. Makes me want to punch the radio.
On an unrelated note, did anyone listen to the Bolts and Donkos game last night on ESPN?
Or, perhaps, change the channel?
I love it. The progs thought if they co-opted comics that they could brainwash children. Instead, like everything else they touch, they just killed comics. Nobody wants to hear their shit but they just dont get that.
Someone I know pointed out that the manga industry in Japan tends to have companies that publish a far more ‘diverse’ line of products that ensures that even niche products can make some money because they at least have dedicated fanbases. So you’ve got your company publishing content for young girls, young men, teenage men, twentysomethings, your horror, your masturbatory Japanese nationalism, your sex comics, both hetero and homoerotic…
While Marvel’s plan is just trying to sell propaganda to everyone.
What popped in my head immediately were all the companies that folded up soon after Obama would visit them and tout his economic specialness.
The. Kiss. Of. Death.
See: Roll Left and Die.
They can just lecture people about what a bunch of unwoke deplorables they are for not buying the comics. That kind of sales job worked great last election.
As long as they don’t have him writing Warty Hugeman episodes, it’s okay.
Warty Hugeman #1 was solely responsible for the reintroduction of the Comics Code Authority.
And opening the portal to the old ones… who read it and left in disgust.
SugarFree’s Writing > Elder Sign
I think this captures the truth on that.
The three legged dog was a good bar. I am so hung over. Need a week of sleep. The gumbo at commanders palace is some pretty hardcore shit
Royale house? Fried oysters. Mmm.
http://www.royalhouserestaurant.com/menu
‘Was’? What have you done Gilmore? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!
“is”
They said some dude named Clint used to hang a bucket on a string out the window. I was unable to convince the two buxom barmaids to have a 3 way w me. But they were nice about saying no
STEVE SMITH SAY YOU DOING IT WRONG
I think you have to start with convincing only one of them.
You gave away all your beads right?
Im too old for that beads shit
Never too old to see some boobies!
Gilmore collects beads (and sometimes ears)
(
and sometimes earsbut mostly ears)James carville just walked by me.
DECK HIM
I say sweep the leg. But I’m old school that way.
Hadouken!
Go punch him and then claim self defense because he’s obviously a skin head.
Punch a Nazi!
You let him walk by?
He was getting off the plane I’m getting on.
Snakeheads on a fuckin’ ‘plane!
“Officer, he was talking funny…I though he was having a seizure so I smacked him to help.” /glib
No this doesn’t violate the nap…he asked for it long ago.
*thought
I’m glad you liked my recommendation for the 3 Legged Dog. My wife and I went their for a beer after getting checked in to the hotel and instead stayed until dawn. Two for one Shiners on ice. We went back 3 or more times that week,
It was our home base. We stayed at the monteleone which was like 2 blocks away. We started and ended every day w a few drinks at the dog
Totally OT: If I was cut short on an interview but the other side said they will call me back this afternoon to finish their line of questioning…that’s a good sign right?
I swear this shit is like dating.
Assuming they actually call you, I’d say it’s good. It means they’re interested in you enough to go out of their way to learn more.
Well, I guess I get to wallow in self induced suspense until this afternoon.
self induced suspense
Gotta be the euphemism of the day.
Chris cizilla of the omg omg omg fame with serious journalism here
https://mobile.twitter.com/peterjhasson/status/907650398814654464
That guy is a reprehensible little twat.
He is. In fact he’s a bigger douche for NOT liking a pr0n video, if that’s the case.
ERMIGAAAADDD!!! You mean Ted Cruz likes porn?!?! ERMIGAAAADDD!!!
That puts him in the same category as 99.99% of adult men!
The other .01% are liars.
Seriously. And think about it. It’s Ted Cruz we’re talking about here. Finding out he likes porn would probably make him more palatable to most of the public.
^this^
I’m guessing from my own experience, that the number of women who like pr0n is fairly close to that.
Awesome.
I can’t believe I am gonna say this…. ACK…. But I would pay real legal tender to get a Warty Hugeman book in dead tree format. Hell I’d probably even pay to get it autographed… Which is probably a big X in blue crayon
Autographed by the author. Because when Warty leaves an autograph, the pages stick together.
Gather ’round, children, and gaze in wonder upon the towering intellect which is Katy Tur
MSNBC’s Katy Tur wondered Monday why Democrats do not simply get people to move from California to rust belt states like Michigan and Wisconsin to solve their electoral woes.
Hillary Clinton won the popular vote in 2016 against Donald Trump, but Trump of course won the presidency by a convincing margin in the Electoral College. Clinton won California alone by roughly 4.3 million votes, while Trump won the other 49 states by roughly 1.5 million.
Key to Trump’s victory was narrowly winning Michigan, Wisconsin, and Pennsylvania, all states that Barack Obama won twice.
While discussing the party’s demographic problems, Tur pondered why Democrats do not ask people to simply move to those midwestern states from the liberal bastion of California.
“Why would the Democratic Party not just recruit people from California to move to Michigan and to Wisconsin?” Tur asked, adding it seemed like a “simplistic answer.”
I suspect Ms Tur would not volunteer to move to Detroit to “fix” the Electoral College. We sure as Hell don’t need her in Montana.
And ignoring the fact that the strong majority in CA that allowed the whole state to gerrymander is the reason that millions of people who would have voted ‘NOT Hillary’ to not bother to show up to vote in CA.
why Democrats do not simply get people to move from California to rust belt states
I’m curious as to how Democrats would accomplish this.
With buses, the day before an election
They are already giving them incentives as hard as they can. There is a reason people are moving out of Ca.
Is it Connecticut that has traffic jams made entirely of moving trucks leaving the state?
Well, more like Wells Fargo Security trucks, loaded with hedge fund managers’ and Insurance Company CEO’s savings.
I doubt they’d send Mexicans that way, they don’t always do too well in cold weather.
Ah, now I see.
“Clinton won California alone by roughly 4.3 million votes, while Trump won the other 49 states by roughly 1.5 million.”
First, those people cant just move across state lines without the danger of being caught by the border patrol. Second, her premise is that Ca would stay bluer than blue despite those people leaving.
*facepalm*
Clinton won California alone by roughly 4.3 million votes
When this nonsense was making the rounds after the election, I told one person “Well, I guess she should have run for governor of California.”
Liberal guest Zerlina Maxwell interjected that there are policies in red states that “marginalize communities and that’s why we choose to live in places like California and New York.”
“Got it,” Tur said.
Yeah, all those forced-labor camps for the lbgrtqrstuvwxyzs all over Wisconsin. It’s tragic.
Paying much higher taxes and experiencing a much high cost of living is not marginalizing?
Also, I think Katy Tur has one of those brain-eating parasites cause she gets more retarded every time I see her.
When did she drop the d off her name?
One thing I can say about Chicago is that while the taxes can be ridiculous, the cost of living compared to SF, NYC, or Seattle is much lower.
“there are policies in red states that “marginalize communities”
Such as?
I swear these people live in a fantasy world populated by straw men.
So how was obama able to win Indiana and Nc once while winning florida, ohio, pa, Wisconsin, mich, and Iowa twice?
Because misogyny!
And racism!
No….. wait…..
That’s the question I always ask. If Donald Trump was able to win because this country is so racist, how did Obama win the states twice that flipped for Trump this time around.
James carville just walked by me.
“The things ya see when ya ain’t got a gun.”
So upon reading a bit about his background, I’ve discovered that Ta-Nehisi Coates’ father was a Black Panther and that when he misbehaved as a child his mother would for him to write essays.
There may be some deep seated psychological reason for Coates’ hackery, but I can’t put my finger on it…
*Would force him.
The only people who I know that read him a whites that carry the load of white guilt and idiotic black college graduates who believe that they are oppressed. If you went to 63rd and Peoria on the Southside of Chicago and asked anyone if they read Coates, they would look at you like you’re crazy and tell you to fuck off.
Every time I’ve read anything of his, I couldn’t finish because of the horrid premises. There are only two other authors who has that distinction in my mind and they are Michael Eric Dyson and Naomi Klein.
In all fairness, if you asked anyone standing on 63rd and Peoria anything you would probably get the same response.
True.
I just find it funny because now I’ll never be able to see him as anything other that a little boy desperately seeking mommy and daddy’s validation into adulthood.
… with this deeply ingrained belief that when he writes, someone is being punished.
Well, Mommy’s at least. His father was a polygamist and had three other families.
Klein has no principles other than what gets her the most attention at that given moment. She pivoted from inequality to climate change almost exactly when the news coverage shifted.
I read Shock Doctrine and wanted to burn it and then hurl it out the window. The most disappointing thing about it was that a professor who was awesome, made her class read the book. I knew she was a leftist but I always thought she was pretty intelligent and well informed until she recommended the book for class.
I find that smart leftists are like the mentally ill. They seem ok at first but if you spend a little time talking to them they cant help but let it show. They will give themselves away every time.
I’m not sure it’s really just leftists, and it just seems that way at the moment. Authoritarians of all stripes seem to fall into the idea that if they’d just pushed a little harder – thus – they could have formed the impure, flawed individuals into holy, virtuous vessels, worthy of the utopia they’d like to see.
It’s just that at the moment, the left’s belief in the magic of perfectability is in the ascendant.
There is a lot of crossover there. Leftism is custom designed for authoritarians. That’s why they are drawn to it.
It also takes a special kind of stupid plus unawareness of self to think that one can run other people’s lives better than those people themselves can. The people that wreck their own lives are going to do so under any system. Even in NK where the country is run like a prison and lives are micromanaged the country is overrun with meth addicts.
You cant save people from themselves and those that dont need saving can manage their own lives just fine.
In the end authoritarians are about money and power. They dont give two shits about other’s welfare.
Even in NK where the country is run like a prison and lives are micromanaged the country is overrun with meth addicts.
Feature, not a bug. Meth is often supplied by the government to improve productivity and suppress the appetite, it isn’t really an issue of Koreans slipping through the cracks of a controlling society.
Maybe I’m wrong here, but does anyone know of any SJWs who grew up actually poor? Most of the people I knew who grew up poor have a lot bigger priorities than “collapsing the cis-white hetero-patriarchy”. You know, crazy little things like, figuring out how to be not poor.
I know of a lot of those kinds of people back in the UK, but living my cloistered NYC-CT-NJ existence here, I don’t actually know any poor people at all.
Having said that, the poor in the UK can actually do pretty well if they’re prepared to play the system, so they’re a leisured class too.
This may be anecdotal, but some of the most rabid SWJ’s I know grew up in upper middle class families. It was like that with many of the Black Student Union members. A lot of them grew up in the burbs and went to the best high schools, but yet constantly felt oppressed on campus even though the university broke their backs trying to cater to them.
When victimhood becomes a currency and pathway to power, people will do all they can to make themselves out to be victims.
You get more of what you reward.
does anyone know of any SJWs who grew up actually poor
I don’t know any, personally. I avoid them like the plague, and I suspect that they can sense they are better off avoiding me.
when he misbehaved as a child his mother would for him to write essays.
The composition and content of his diatribes are retaliatory? It all makes sense.
“Why don’t we just tell them to move?”
As somebody said the other day, progressives see *people* as objectified game pieces, to be shifted about in order to best further the progressive agenda. The progressive agenda which just happens to benefit them personally and financially. Total coincidence.
I have to admit that I was looking forward to this and now to the next episode. Does that mean there’s something wrong with me?
Yes. Yes, it does.
If you have to ask…
Relax, there is nothing wrong with you.
*readies straight-jacket*
A present for Sugar Free. May it bring nightmares upon all Glibs.
Excellent. You honor me.
OH MY!
I’ve added it to the entire week of chapters. Thank you.
The shadow really adds.
Well done.
That’s really good. But it must be Simon on the cover, not hulk like enough to be Wartimus.