Tin Universe Middle Grade Series.

Someone is zombifying athletes at Clear Cut High School in Utah. Lucky the school has its own young superhero in the person of Mildred Betbeze to try and figure out what's going on. Pep rallies, cheerleaders, new kids in the neighborhood are just some of things our hero and her sidekick slash best friend Aisha have to deal with in the first audio book adaption in Tin Universe's middle grade series. $2.00 Profits from the sales of this audio book will go to Trans Lifeline for as long as the books is sold on Podbean.

Saturday, December 24, 2016


NEW! Tin Universe Middle Grade Series #4 is ready for download for $1.00. Buy, download, read, send to your friends and family. If you are new to the series check out Tin Universe Middle Grade Series #1-3. Please share, retweet, repost, rescream or whatever is new. Thanks. Now I'm going to go drink and not look at numbers for a few months.... or hours.

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

#4 in our Tin Universe Middle Grade Series uploads on Christmas Eve. If you're not caught up check out Tin Universe Middle Grade Series #1-3: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/390740 Also #1 is being released in monthly FREE audio chapters as part of the Tin Pod podcast: http://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-jrbxn-65afea #art #books #audiobooks #selfpublishing #tinuniverse #podcasting #tinuniversemiddlegradeseries #iTunes #fiction #podbean #stitcher #tinpodradio #tinpod

Monday, December 19, 2016

12/19/16 Podcast News

No new Tin Pod Radio episode up tonight. The interview I had scheduled had to cancel. No worries, best laid plans and all that :) Tomorrow will see a new episode of Under The Training Book. January will see a new episode of a Tin Pod Radio show every weekday. All current shows will continue as well as a couple news ones. Several new talents will be added to the team. Really excited for all the Tin Universe plans in the new year. Working with some great people. We will succeed, we will fail, we will create.

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Tin Pod #12: Aaron Baker, The Sequel Interview

Day 12 of 23 Days of Tin Pod Radio.
The return of the talented Aaron Baker @redridesagain​.​
Tin Pod #12: The Sequel Interview

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Tin Pod #11: Luke Foster Interview

December will be 23 Days of Tin Pod Radio as we release a new episode every day on a march to the release of our new book Tin Universe Middle Grade Series #4. Day 6 = TIN POD #11 as I interview the very talented artist Luke Foster@podbeancom @Stitcher @iTunes #art #books#audiobooks #selfpublishing #tinuniverse #podcasting #tinuniversemiddlegradeseries #tinuniverse #ebooks #comicbook @cartoonistluke

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Saturday, November 26, 2016

2016 Small Business Saturday

We have several middle grade books for sale as well as a tons of free stories for the adults. Though adults will love the middle grade books too :) Parents and their children can read and be part of the same universe, THE TIN UNIVERSE ! The younger ones probably wont enjoy the other Tin Universe stories, just saying, probably not their thing.
Prepare for the release of Book 4 in our middle grade book series on Christmas Eve by reading #1 or buy it for a friend.

and there is always merch like below and tons of other items for everyone on your shopping list of any age or content appreciation.

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Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Tin Pod #7: T.U.M.G.S. Book One, Chapter 2

Listen to the latest chapter of the monthly Tin Universe audio book series. 
T.U.M.G.S. Book One, Ch 2 

Saturday, October 15, 2016


Pulpy poster by artist Neil Jorge exploring a very bad day for the Tin Universe's most powerful hero.

I'm going to be doing a interview with Neil about art and his work on Tin Universe projects soon which will be an Tin Pod episode in the future.

For all things Tin Universe

Saturday, October 1, 2016

ReRelease For Reasons, T.U.M.G.S. Book One, Chapter 1

We were asked if we would re-release the audio of T.U.M.G.S. Chapter 1 next so people can play in an Play All in order listening sort of way. Cool idea, didn't know why we didn't think of it before, that happens when the original plan was for the first installment to be an audio promo but then the narrator Stacey Taylor is just so awesome everyone at Tin Universe HQ goes all "WE SO NEED TO ASK HER TO DO THE FULL AUDIO BOOK!!" So here's is a promo for a episode we already released but cheated and did it again with reasons. http://hangofwednesday.podbean.com/

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Tin Pod #3: T.U.M.G.S. Book One, Prologue

In the next installment of the serialized audio adventures of Zombies and Beyond Humans, friendships and heroes, pawns are being gathered, soldiers are being primed.

Someone is zombifying athletes at Clear Cut High School in Utah. Lucky the school has its own young superhero in the person of Mildred Betbeze to try and figure out what's going on. Pep rallies, cheerleaders, new kids in the neighborhood are just some of things our hero and her sidekick slash best friend Aisha have to deal with in the first book in Tin Universe's new middle grade series.
You can find the full ebook for $1.00 at: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/390740

You can find Brian C. Williams on Twitter: @hangofwednesday
For all things Tin Universe: tinuniverse.blogspot.com
And for Stacey Taylor on Twitter: @StacebobT
Opening Theme: Where You Are Now by Alex (c) 2011 Licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution (3.0) license. http://dig.ccmixter.org/files/AlexBeroza/33065 Ft: WolfFly
Closing Theme: is Put the Needle Down by My Free Mickey (c) 2013 Licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution (3.0) license. http://dig.ccmixter.org/files/myfreemickey/43969 Ft: Admiral Bob

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Tin Pod #2: T.U.M.G.S. Book One, Preface

NEW!!! Tin Pod, and NEW!!! chapter of the T.U.M.G.S. audio series... it's for your earholes. That's how the cool podcasters say it, right?

Monday, September 12, 2016

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Padfolios Are Cool

Listen To Her You Ass- no capes, but padfolios are good. Buy this one.

http://www.zazzle.com/listen_to_her_you_ass_padfolio-256944000166160290 #tinuniverse #pulpy #art #theincredibles #books #comicbooks #audiobooks #selfpublishing #mashup's

Monday, September 5, 2016

Listen To Her You Ass

Love this awesome piece of mashup artwork for the Tin Universe. Art by Aaron Baker

 and you can buy merch with it.
#tinuniverse #pulpy #art #theincredibles #books #comicbooks #audiobooks #selfpublishing

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Tin Pod #1: T.U.M.G.S. #1, Chapter One

The relaunch of Tin Pod comes with a special episode featuring an audio recording of Chapter 1 of T.U.M.G.S.#1 narrated by Stacey Taylor​

TIN UNIVERSE MIDDLE GRADE SERIES #1Someone is zombifying athletes at Clear Cut High School in Utah. Lucky the school has its own young superhero in the person of Mildred Betbeze to try and figure out what's going on. Pep rallies, cheerleaders, new kids in the neighborhood are just some of things our hero and her sidekick slash best friend Aisha have to deal with in the first book in Tin Universe's new middle grade series.

Saturday, August 13, 2016


Since people seem to be liking the different themes individually but not all at once, if that makes sense, within the podcast I decided to separate them into five different shows under the hangofwednesday/Tin Pod umbrella.

There is TIN POD,
Will go with the original idea of Tin Pod. Talk about current Tin Universe projects as well as interviews with other independent artists and publisher, and discussions on self-publishing topics.
I talk with Tin Pod's in house... in apartment librarian about all sorts of subjects connected to libraries and my favorite librarian.

A solo podcast and hopefully in the future with guests as I live podcast watching each and every episode of Doctor Who from the very beginning.

Another solo podcast that I hope will have guests in the future of me podcasting as I reread in timeline order all of the Classic Valiant comics.

It probably will never come out on Sundays or even be recorded on Sunday but join me and many friends as we watch movies, play games, and run our mouths.

Hoping I didn't screw up anything by changing logos and titles but I will release at least one podcast a month and most of the times more but you can keep me to at least one. You will find all under Tin Pod/hangofwednesday on most podcasting services.

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Talking With Mar About... Harry Potter And The Cursed Child

Talking With Mar About... Harry Potter And The Cursed Child

 SPOILERS! Spoilers, they come in huge groups. They sit down beside us, and we talk about Harry Potter And The Cursed Child. Mar read the books, I haven't but will, we talk about it.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Off To iTunes We Go

Tin Pod is now on iTunes
… if that's you place of listening.

Or Tin Pod's home of homes at Podbean

Monday, July 11, 2016

Saturday, July 2, 2016

Free Books, Trips To The Parlour, And More Ego Tipping

As part of  the 8th annual Smashwords Summer/Winter Sale; which goes from July 1 and runs through July 31, I am offering T.U.M.G.S. #1 FREE! So go over and check it out, download, send to a friend, download and send to many friends. Then if you like it #2 and #3 are available for $1 each and #4 will be out on Dec. 22nd. For one month only, thousands of Smashwords authors and publishers will provide readers deep discounts on ebooks, with coupon code levels for 25%-off, 50%-off, 75%-off and FREE so its a good time to pick up some reading outside the powerful shadows of the big publishers. Did that sound all mysterious like? No. Crap.

Also while I have your attention Stacey's Pop Culture Parlour is doing another 24 hour podcast for charity. This is one of my favorite podcasts. This time the great podcasting ninja herself is doing so to benefit the Alzheimer's Society. So check it out.

Save SPCPL2 to your browsers folks!

Oh, and I started my own podcast here also. Just saying.

Friday, June 24, 2016


In 2013 Brian C. Williams started the Tin Universe Middle Grade Series based off always being a fan of chapter books and TV show tie-in books such as The Secret World of Alex Mack; so he created Tin Universe Middle Grade Series to exist within the same universe of his adult line of stories.
In celebration of the release of book 4 a new Zazzle store has been launched here.  Tin Universe podcast TIN POD which along with interviews with creators and other creative artists the podcast will be documenting the release of future Tin Universe stories, all Tin Universe news, and chronicling work progress on all projects.

Brian C. Williams
Author Of Tin Universe Monthly & Tin Universe
Find Brian At:
Website: underthetrainingbook.blogspot.com
Twitter: @hangofwednesday
Facebook: Find him on Facebook
Instagram: hangofwednesday
Tumblr: hangofwednesday.tumblr.com

Tin Universe:
Contact Information:
E-Mail: hangofwednesday@gmail.com
Podcast: hangofwednesday.podbean.com

RELEASE DAY: 12/22/2016

Thursday, June 23, 2016

stuff to sale on this day

working on the final draft of Tin Universe Middle Grade Series #4 today. Hey, since your interested in what we have planned for today how about reading #1 for only $1.00

Wednesday, June 22, 2016


A knock at my door just delivered my new Tin Universe postcards. I'm bringing some to ALA. Now waiting on my new business cards to arrive. If you want a postcard they are on sale here.

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Sick But Moving Forward

Coming out of being sick, or at least trying, and getting ready for ALA.
How about some promoing?
Check out my free Tin Universe stories as well as other items at low prices here:

Also by the way I now have a Paypal me link here if you want to drop me some change:


Monday, May 2, 2016

Little Shits And Noise Machines

Have a little shit infant type thing?
Buy that noise machine one of these baby t-shirts so I can get some pennies.

Sunday, May 1, 2016

Babies, Another Tool To Being An Asshole

Got a baby? Have a friend with a baby? Have a enemy with a baby you want to fuck with by buying them clothing based on a fake propaganda animated series that doesn't exist? Follow this link.

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Two Pulpy's Postcard

You should go buy this postcard, right now only $0.83, to celebrate the creation of Tin Universe’s most popular character. Chibi artwork was commissioned from talented artist Aaron Baker and matched up on this postcard with the first artwork of the character by equally talented John Delmonte.

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Chibi Pulpy

Get ready for days of me pimping overpriced merchandise with Aaron Baker version of Pulpy.

Saturday, March 19, 2016

Tin Universe Daily #279


The Crow Store Discs, Part Two
The Humanity Review

The following is part of a larger collection of writings found on floppy discs, in a metal box, in a Vancouver bus station. All together there were seven novels, several books of poetry, film scripts, TV pilots, and many other forms of storytelling, everything from song lyrics to church hymns.
They have gone on to be a famous group of writings that has grown in its following when they were first typed up by the man who found them and placed them on the internet.
Whether they are the writing of a professional writer who lost his discs or a failed writer who gave up and tossed his dream away no one knows.
Now a huge legal battle is brewing over the movie rights to the writings.

Chapter One:
The night started off innocent enough for Jason Nievor. He left his Florida low down high rent apartment at 8pm out by request from his girlfriend Julie and her best friend Royal.
He thought things may turn out good in two ways from having to spend $15.95 on Captain Morgan.
One good thing that could happen is the two beautiful young ladies may get drunk and all three of them end up fucking until they pass out.
The second good thing that could happen from him getting the two beautiful ladies drunk is that they both may shut up long enough after drinking themselves into silence for him to have time to catch up on paperwork from his business. He owns a small publishing business.
Julie made her and Royal’s drinks, 1 shot of Captain and 1 can of Coke.
Jason sat drinking Guinness while his friends quoted Mean Girls and Thomas Paine while drinking drink after drink.
After hours of drinking, burning CDs, and watching episodes of South Park all three of these young people found themselves passed out in different parts of the apartment. Julie and Royal naked on the kitchen floor, Jason on the living room love seat.
The Beast came through the lights to watch.

He once tried to fuck a cactus at age 12 while living with his father in Houston. That was really the only painful moment of his life.
Terry Steel worked his daily life hard and alone. He sales soap online and does nothing else with his life but sleep, order carryout, ship out soap, and watch porn. A man is torturing himself by watching porn when he cannot even function enough to masturbate.
Terry has contact with only one person outside the internet, his mailman Jackson Role.
Jackson Role, a 20 something former med student kicked out for raping a teacher who gave him a failing grade. The 80-year-old professor two years later hanged himself. Jackson moved from Boston to Florida and a cousin got him a job at the Post Office.
Jackson had been careful the past year and only speaking with those people on his route as he delivered their mail.
Jackson saw Terry as a debased cell and like all of those like him Terry was not worthy of life in any form of happiness while those like himself have been cast aside in jealousy for their worth to all of humanity.
Today Jackson moves from cast aside intelligence to hero of creation. Well, at least those were the thoughts in his mind as he knocked on #843B.
Terry came to the door wearing his favorite Reboot t-shirt as he invited Jackson inside for a Coke as he gathered up all of his outgoing packages.
Jackson came in as he usually does on Thursday, placed his mailbag on the couch, and walked into the kitchen.
The refrigerator was full of nothing but cans of soda and frozen microwave pizzas. Jackson grabbed two cans and walked into the living room.
Terry came out of the backroom which was a 2nd bedroom, ‘I only have two packages going out today.’
Terry put the packages beside Jackson’s mailbag as Jackson handed him a soda, ‘Thank you.’
‘Business slow?’
‘Not really, just a normal random dip in sal…’
Jackson without warning punched Terry in the face.
Terry looked up at him with a bloody nose like a child who had just been slapped.
Jackson knelt down in front of him, ‘Sorry but I just suck at small talk. Best get on with it.’
‘On with what?’
Jackson stood and kicked Terry in the face, ‘I plan to kill you Terry.’
Terry starts to cry, ‘Why?’
Jackson smilef, ‘Because you are happy. Pathetic, lonely, and weird, but you are happy. Though mostly I hate my job. I’m going to kill you because being a mailman sucks.’
Jackson pulled a pocket knife from his jacket and lunged forward stabbing Terry in the throat. He pushed and twisted the knife until Terry was laying against the floor and his body stopped convulsing.
The Beast enters through the water to possess.

East of somewhere stands a very old, pretty large home which sits upon the grounds were many an ancient ritual took place and under those grounds of dirt, rock, and clay lays buried a skeleton.
The bones of the skeleton should have decayed centuries ago. What was once a great Warlock of birth of blood evil but of deeds noble now is a relic of power.
The home belongs to the Dean family and has since it was a castle once belonging to Sir Dean who was given it as a prize for his service in The Crusades.
Sir Dean was also given a duty, a protect. He and all generations of his family would protect the lands his castle sat on and God would give the family power and influence for their service to God and King.
And for ages the Dean family have protected The Green Addler Estate and shaped the course of British history. Today only three members of the immediate family are living: Milanda Dean and her two children Shannon and Shaun.
Milanda heads one of the top media companies in the world, called Super Sur. With their own television channel- Nine Codes, their own newspaper- Challenge London, a recording company- Sound Crisis, and 100 plus more multi-media companies. Some have said Super Sur controls all information in Britain. Those people are not far off on their thinking.
Shannon Dean runs all internet operations for Super Sur and recently ran across a case of pissing off the government when she had and is known as one of holders of one of the largest information database in the world under The Auto Hole Information Storage company which just recently gained a government contract that is unknown to the general public.
Shaun Dean is the spoiled rich playboy of the family, just like his father Daniel. Spending most of his time at the family condo in Miami Florida, in the United States.
At the moment Shaun is on his way from Miami to St. Augustine Florida, but first he wants to stop off in Palm Bay, also in Florida, for a beer with his friend Jason Nievor.

Chapter Two:
Jackson today has a day off and after the stress of yesterday he is spending it at home watching C-Span.
Sitting on his couch in his uniform drinking orange juice and soda Jackson closes his eyes when he thinks about Terry. Terry’s decapitated head just sits on the couch beside him…giving Jackson a mean look.
Jackson rolled his eyes and Terry’s head opened its eyes wider in anger, ‘Do not roll your eyes at me mortal shell.’

Julie and Royal cannot get enough of each other since waking up in each other’s arms a few days ago. They satisfied Jason’s being a little pissed off about them being together by letting him masturbate while they pleasured each other.
Today they are spending the day at the Mall while across walls, under feet, and behind themselves The Beast watches from shadows.

The Humanity Review
Chapter One
The night started off simple enough for Jason Nievor. His life has always been simple enough

Frank’s face. Well, it would if Frank’s nose would move a bit. Instead he just rolled eyes at the Fog Hat t-shirt in his hands. He grabbed a Dali shirt instead and a pair of denim shorts. The shirt must have moved its way from Agatha’s closet because the closes thing Daven got to Dali was when he once attended a lecture on Tex Avery’s art with his little brother Kevin.
Walking out from the bedroom he caught the scent of his sister’s special four cheese chili.
“Are you going to change?”
“Nay, I don’t mind being wet.”
Frank sat down on his sister’s black fake leather couch grabbing the huge remote that operates their super television of entertainment.
“Agie, don’t talk dirty with your brother.”
“Shut up Franklin. What do you want to drink with your chili?”
“I’ll take a beer.”
“You’ll get a Pepsi.”
“I’ll take a Pepsi.”
Frank is flipping through channels when the power goes out in the apartment.
“I hate living in Florida. Fucks with your movie watching obsessions.”
“Shut up, I’m looking for our emergency flashlight.”
“Could you get me an emergency beer?”
“I’m going to give you a critical need kick in the ass unless you shut up.”
“Do you think the hurricane turned?”
“I don’t know.”
It did by the way. The hurricane, named Rachel has made an unappreciable and violent turn towards Palm Bay. The Bay is about to get slammed. Slammed hard, really hard.
Agatha found the emergency flashlights. Now she was sitting with her brother in the bedroom, in the dark playing checkers.
“Wouldn’t chess be more interesting?”
“Yes, if you had ever sat still long enough for me to teach you.”
A loud thud against the side of the apartment building caused both Agatha and Frank to jump.
Frank looks at his sister.
“Daver is lucky he’s in Vancouver.”
“No, Daver is lucky he is in Vancouver working alongside Allison Hannigan. I would stand in the middle of a hurricane to be near her.”
“Yes, my sister, the reformed lesbian.”
“I’ll reform you with my flashlight.”
Another thud hits, followed by the sound of broken glass. From the sounds it must have been Agatha’s upstairs neighbors. Agatha sighed. Her upstairs neighbors are an old couple. Really nice but a little nosey. She hopes they at their daughters in Tampa.
Frank grabbed his sisters hand and as they grasped each other’s hands a trash can slammed through Agatha’s bedroom window. Frank and Agatha dived onto the floor. Flying now through the broken window was trash, branches, squirrels, and a dead dumpster cat.
Frank and Agatha crawled on all fours into the living room and ended up leaning against the kitchen pantry door.
“Wonder if the chili is done?”
Frank shined his flashlight into his sister’s face. She wasn’t smiling at his joke. She was crying. He was also but his tears were hidden in the darkness of the apartment.
“Agie, this really is only beginning to suck isn’t it?”
“If the hurricane turned and it is still a category 4 we haven’t seen anything yet.”
“I love you sis. Always at the ready with information.”
Rachel was sitting over Palm Bay and most of Florida for that matter. Agatha was right, it was a category 4 storm but now it Category 5 and most of Central Florida is being wiped off the maps.

In a housing area basically over a fence from Agatha’s apartment complex two people are doing everything they can to get through this hurricane. Everything includes two bottles of wine, a couple sex toys, and two very peaked rolling young ladies.
The house belongs to the blonde on the right. Her name is Mary Payne and the one holding the dildo and grinning is Catherine Pass. As you can see both of them are naked. Matter of fact they are drunk, high on E, and sweating from just finishing. They had just boarded up their house a week ago when Rachal first got her name.
Catherine was holding a flashlight walking into the kitchen when a car, Mary’s car in fact, exploded for some unknown reason. The car was parked against the outside kitchen wall. The explosion destroyed half the house and set the rest ablaze.
Mary was screaming from the bedroom, “Cathy!?”
The rain and the fire were battling each other as Mary makes her way into what was her living room, “Cathy?!”
Mary found Catherine face down in a rain soaked area of carpet. Mary fell to her knees beside her, rolled her over and began CPR after checking and seeing Catherine was not breathing.
Catherine opened her eyes to see Mary crying over her. At this moment she noticed two things. One that they both were soaking wet and it took her a second or two before she saw she was not outside.
The second thing she noticed was the partial roof which was above them, ablaze, and ready to collapse. As Catherine sat up and Mary was ready to hug her Catherine grabbed her and rolled them away as the fiery ceiling collapsed down onto the spot they had been previously.
“So what do we do now Ms. Pass?”
“Try to find a good samaritan to let us in.”
“So we are doomed.”

Frank was finishing off his third soda in a row as Agatha was getting the emergency radio up and broadcasting.
“…please stay in door…”

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Also can be found in Barnes&Noble Nook Store, iTunes, and many more places to buy ebooks.

The sale of this book without its cover….well, is, sort of, impossible since it really doesn’t have a cover but let us go through the legal spray out anyways. If you purchased this book without a cover, you should be aware that it was reported to the publisher as “unsold and destroyed.” Hands up to you who have books like this in your collection? Now that I put my hand down we can continue with the credits and copyright and legal and stuff that people just don’t ever pay attention to unless it is pumping their own horn.
An Original Publication of System* Publishing, a Tin Universe book published by System*Publishing, a division of System*Productions, Melbourne, Florida. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead or living dead, is entirely and very much so in the coincidental.
Smashwords Edition Copyright © 2015, Brian C. WilliamsSystem*Productions. Tin Universe Daily, and all related titles, characters, and elements are trademarks of System*Productions. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. While unauthorized reproduction is sometimes needed, please remember us writers types are for the most part a poor lot just in search of a ways to tell our stories and enough money to add to our Doctor Who collections….well, at least that fits me. For more information on Tin Universe Daily, the artists who contributed to this book, and Tin Universe contact System*Productions at hangofwednesday@gmail.com
Written by Brian C. Williams
Edited by Brian C. Williams

Tin Universe Daily #278


Standing Ready

BREAKING NEWS: Poll shows Klu Klux Klan more popular than Martin Luther King in some states in the U.S…

BREAKING NEWS: In a sign of its continued ability to govern with intelligence Florida passes more mandates without funding…

BREAKING NEWS: U.S. Senator says Judges who rule in the favor of whistleblowers should be seen as supporters of spies and tried as accomplices…

The dominant collect power like comic book fans in the late 80’s and early 90’s collected chrome covers.
They could be sitting in their chairs with every desire, every want, even the twisted ones at their fingertips, at the ready if they say go, but the power they don’t have or the chance that others might gain any standing or power themselves finds them considering it a threat on their place in the world.
That’s the people that collect power, not the 80’s/90’s comic book fans, we were just pretty stupid back then.
The powerful people, the ones with their boots on the necks of those below them also want the best footwear for the task. They want an economic system that shields them from stupid business practices. They want laws that put a clear barrier between old and new power.
The people who have all the control are obsessed with keeping control at any cost.
They look at the word NEW like friends of mine look at the word CUNT.
They see technology as a risky tool, risky because it can be used by the masses.
Science, literature, critical thinking of any kind is a threat to them keeping the control in order.
These groups also create false knowledge; throw away possessions, so we will use up all our power to one- possesses things that will fill up our lives but give us no power and two- to give up our own searches for true power such as individual happiness and a thirst for truth.
The powerful are usually collectors and not just in money and gold bars. I mean from Alexander The Great to the Nazis to the largest of the organized religions and the little TV freak ones, the powerful are hoarders of items that add to their power either in status, control, or force.
Yes I did draw a related line from Alexander to Hitler to the Pope and then to Pat Robertson.
These powerful forces, whether they are a government, a religion, or company, they gather together powerful objects for their store houses and vaults, many never to see the light of day again.
Underneath homes, underneath cities, and underneath the surface of the world are the tombs of influence, store houses of the dominant.
One of the largest of these secret depositories is under Vatican City.
The top three are the Vatican City Vaults, the United States Safe, and the Mormon Church Caves on an FYI.
Among the Vatican City Vaults, you can find so many things interesting, boring, and powerful such as the Armor Of Beowulf, the Sword Mimung, the Sword Hrunting, Hades Pitchfork, and Cupids Bow.
Hades Pitchfork would cause so much destruction in the wrong hands; so in some cases no matter if the church is a hate mongering ass show it is also trying to protect people. That’s why Hades left it behind when he left with the other old Gods. He wanted it to screw up the world.
You might ask yourself, or might have thought along the lines in the past, what keeps other countries from just wiping out Vatican City? Most of the world’s governments and dark groups aren’t too keen to attack a place with all of those ancient weapons of mass destructions. And there are so many more that I didn’t mention, because this isn’t a fucking auction catalog.
And it’s not just weapons in the normal kind that those vaults hold that’s very dangerous. You would be a really short sighted person in the brain box if the only thing you considered a weapon was spank material found in Guns & Ammo.
The books in the Vatican vaults alone are dangerous enough to scare the people who have full knowledge of their existence. One sentence read from Scigabain would send the person who read from it and everyone they know to another reality.
The scrolls are also pretty fucking bleak. Some of them list the locations of Heaven in the sky. The burial places of saints and demons alike. The very nature of the making of a scroll is supernatural in origin because it’s said that the first words spoken in this reality was from a scroll from another reality, thus scrolls were the first form of knowledge gathered to exist.
A couple parchments bring on Death with just a glance, like The Sunflower Parchments. Knowing the difference between a parchment and a scroll is a search on Google and as easy as that.
But the holy relics, the objects of power, the weapons of might, that’s what secretly makes Vatican City one of the biggest military powers in the world. Even if that’s not a fact known to the general population of the planet.
And unlike some other influential nations, Vatican City doesn’t send its agents and representatives out with powerful objects in their pockets to be taken from them or found by the extremely wrong hands. The extremely wrong hands being someone who has no clue what they are or what they could do.
But there are a couple exceptions to this general rule when it comes to Vatican objects being allowed outside the vaults.
You know the Popes attire? The fancy pansy gold and jewel laden elaborate looks like something out of a sci-fi movie stuff? Nothing of it is special and hold no power outside if you hocked it at a pawn shop.
But that’s just me taking a cheap shot at the Pope’s dress style.
The exception to the general rule comes in the form of The Indigenous. They are a seven man secret group that has existed as part of the church from the beginning, ordained as Gods hands to reach out into the world to retrieve powerful objects for the churches vaults.
Before you ask I don’t really think there is any kind of great meaning behind their name. Probably just a word that sounded mysterious enough for them to start using. In the beginning they went by several unofficial titles such as The Seven Hands and The Seven Ones Of Knowing.
One of the Indigenous seven is called Donor as with all of these secret society types they have to have stupid nonsensical names. The only other of the seven he has even met is Japan’s Rushten. They met when Rushten came to the U.S. to recruit Donor and took him back to the Vatican to supervise his training.
The Indigenous are spread out at different locations all over the world. The other five members of the Indigenous also have funny names and are young white European guys.
Donor is a former choirboy from Chicago who now handles Indigenous operations in North America.
Yeah, North America, we get him.
Actually he’s not that bad for a churchy sort.
The thing is you would expect most agents of the Vatican to be all devote but that’s just not the case. A number of atheist and some of devotion to other religions. The thing is the church to get things done knows it has to work with all kinds of people. Too bad its overall views and practices aren’t as open.
The past few years, in that he has only been a full member of Indigenous for a few years, Donor has found himself in Florida so much he bought a house in Merritt Island to enforce cover and make it the base of his operations…at least for the time being.
Most of the deep cover variety in Florida tend to go the snowbird route but that ends up full of holes so he made a better choice.
Since setting up in Merritt Island his investigations haven’t turned up any artifacts, yet, and mainly uncovered only information the church already knew but 80 percent of most investigations turn up dead ends. Trails aren’t as clean as in the movies.
If he had wanted to be obvious he would have bought a house in St. Augustine. Anyways there are too many standing points in that city that might hinder and get in the way of some of his investigations so Merritt Island seemed in the whole of Florida’s shadows and weird to be a sort of calm spot to sit down within.
Right now he’s just getting back to his Marriot Island deep cover home after yet another of the many trips to America’s oldest city he has undertaken.
Going to St. Augustine even for work though, because it’s so cool, will quite down most of any complaints anyone could have about visiting.
His snowbird home is located along a stretch of very well off residences across the road for water because, you know, Merritt Island is, you know, an island.
Many of these homes are owned by lawyers, politicians, actors, and company CEO’s. They are new and old and with the way storms hit Florida the old is not really old and along the lines of new.
His cover identity is that of a young Jasper Mcguire. The cover story goes that he married into old European money and divorce settled out of it into a life of leisure. There were even a few stories planted in tabloids and the internet to help push this identity forward.
The house Donor bought as Jasper previously belonged to a gambling boat high roller who fell off one of the local gambling boats drunk one night after some bad luck had hit him.
It was really bad luck, he lost almost everything, and bad luck brought on by Donor slipping a cursed shard of The Cross Of Saint Peter into his pocket while buying him a drink in one of the lounges.
The shards are just one of the things members of The Indigenous have access to. Each one also is allowed to pick out a personal weapon for protection.
As long as it’s nothing as showy as Hades Pitchfork.
Donor chose as his personal weapon, Carnwennan, said to be the dagger King Arthur used to kill a number of Black Night Witches one night when they invaded Camelot.
The dagger can cut through just about anything, doesn’t dull, and causes wounds that are hard to heal.
Carnwennan also grants its welder the ability to sometimes see supernatural things most humans cannot see and a form of invisibility in the shadows and at night.
Donor keeps the dagger on his person at all times, strapped to the middle of his chest in an upside down holster.
The Carnwennan dagger like a lot of magical blades can change its weight and appearance to suit its owner. It’s one of the things that separate a weapon artifact from a supernatural weapon.
It can appear as it was crafted to look or it can be changed to look like anything from a butter knife to a bowie knife, or even a full length sword.
Its magic after all, isn’t it, so no use playing magic and do it boring.
Having hit a dead end that led to nothing on his most recent trip to St. Augustine, Donor was ready to relax with a good book and a couple days of nothing but fish & chips.
Florida has plenty of fish and also plenty of places that claim to be pubs with British flags in the windows and fish & chips on the menu.
But he won’t get the chance for a good book or the good book or fish & chips as a text just came across his phone with coordinates for his next investigation.
The Indigenous are pointed towards supernatural anomalies. By whom or what within the Vatican they don’t know but almost always they are going in virtually blind to what they will be looking for.

This time the coordinates pointed Donor to State Road A1A to the beach entrance of Bonsteel Park, which is part of the Archie Carr Wildlife Refuge, a good place for surf fishing, surfing (though surfing around big fishing poles is kind of risky), unguarded swimming, and one or two crabs that will sneak up on you and pinch you on the toes.
The drive to Bonsteel Park from Merritt Island was long, more so than normal because of traffic as families tried to get in another day of beach fun before school started back, and the drive time had Donor thinking about the one word that also came with the coordinates in the text message, Gennaro.
He started his thinking that Gennaro must refer to Saint Januarius. Saint Januarius being a Bishop of Naples, a martyr of the church. Not many historical facts are widely known about his life, even from the knowledge contained within the vaults.
Januarius is the patron saint of Naples in fact. Even to this day the people of Naples gather three times a year at Naples Cathedral to witness the liquefaction of his blood; which is kept in a special large ampoule.
The blood was saved by what legend calls a “warrior wife” who was called Eusebia.
The Vatican Vaults already contain the blood of John The Baptist, taken from the monastery of San Greporio Armeno and the blood of Saint Pantaleon from Ravello.
All taken and brought back to the vaults by members of The Ingenious. All known as acts of simple thievery by the general public.
The church sees these blood relics as the last remaining rudiments of the Christian Blood Cults and must be taken from history and be only in their position.
The Vatican has decided in secret that all Saintly blood must be brought within their walls for safe keeping because of the powers they can grant in the wrong hands or even in the right hands. The church has an attitude that only they should have this power in their grasp because if it wasn’t about power in the end then why don’t they destroy the blood and why don’t they destroy a great number of things in the vaults.
But when the blood of Saint Januarius was stolen in 2000 the church had nothing to do with it and has been searching for it ever since worried greatly about the possibilities of who could have stolen it and what they might have an idea for its use.
The major shrine to Saint Januarius, the Church Of The Most Precious Blood is said to be the secret hiding location of the bone fragments that had been previously kept with the blood in Naples Cathedral.
The Church Of The Most Precious Blood is now off limits to anyone but its core council. It has grown inward and cut itself off from the outside world. It’s now a closed off monastery in an attempt to protect the last relics of Saint Januarius.
Donor couldn’t help but wonder if he had been put on the trail of The Blood Of San Gennaro and if he had the boring last few months was going to look so very good when all of this begins to unfold.
To a member of The Ingenious anything involving saintly blood just whispers in your ear, the shits about to hit the fan.
Donor pulled into the parking lot of The Barrier Island Center and found a parking spot for his white 2013 Porsche Cayenne Turbo S beside a blue minivan covered in Kill The Poor stickers and a brown Hummer with one lonely save the turtles bumper decal.
The only other car in the parking lot was a beat up old Mini that looked like it was on its last legs. It had no bunker sticker philosophy but did have a lot of outlines of where bumper stickers once where.
He went inside the center building first before heading to the beach thinking he might as well start there first. This is actually his second time here, having visited once before looking into reports of white turtles being born.
Plus, he does like to check out the gift shop because who doesn’t like a gift shop.
The center was a nicely designed building, including a gift shop, a ton of displays, and a good size film viewing room.
Even though there weren’t any other building near it the building had a shape like something wedged into a space.
The operations of the building were environmentally friendly in it being powered by solar panels with bathrooms that used recycled water.
The whole place is a nice learning facility for conservation, seat turtle preservation, and a great place to eat your lunch after a relaxing early day at the beach.
He skipped the normal exhibits and after buying a center t-shirt he went out onto the centers patio area which wrapped around one side of the building and overlooked the beach.
The patio area was large and contained four picnic tables and two big whale skulls. The wood they built the thing out of seemed more like a sponge plastic than wood. Probably something with environmental tendencies.
Oh, you wanted to know more about the whale skulls?
Sorry, have no clue, they’re just there.
Donor sat down at one of the picnic tables to take in the feelings being given off by his surroundings. He was trained in how to get to know his locations beyond what a normal person can.
The Florida sun was beaming and the air smelled of the sea. There was a hint of suntan lotion that probably had become a permanent part of the smells of this place from all the people passing through. He could taste of what we sometimes forget being a non-tainted by mankind world.
Donor has found out, through experience, that sometimes the best thing to do first in these investigations is to watch, pay attention, and let things come to him.
His teachers at first didn’t think having an American among their number was a good idea. They believed Americans lacked the focus for the tasks and circumstances that a member of The Ingenious had to face.
Over time during his training and on missions he was shadowed on he proved he could do everything everyone else could do. Plus, him being an American has proven good because Americans are really good at stumbling into cluster fucked situations.
But this time, nothing and nothing; so after a quick walk on the beach where he spotted a few fishermen, a couple drunks, one of the Potentials To The Mantle Of The Pledge, and a retired warlock, he went back to the parking lot.
He tossed his beach shoes and towel in his ride and put his backpack in the backseat but when he went to shut the door he found it wouldn’t shut shut.
He tried it a few times but the latch wasn’t catching. He sighed because he had just bought the thing a year ago and it’s basically brand new. He reopened the trunk because he kept things that answer questions in his trunk. He pulled out a buggy board and opened a hidden compartment that usually contained tire repair equipment but now contained what looked to be a child sized robot knight in armor.
He gently as if it was a real child took the knight out from the trunk and shut it with his foot.
Coming in through the other back door he put the knight in the seat by the door that wouldn’t shut. He then put several gold coins into the things head and the sound of working gears could be heard.
‘Hold the door shut,’ Donor ordered.
The knight reached out its small hands and grasped the door and pulled it shut.
‘Keep that closed until I tell you otherwise.’

The Knights Templar had a craftsman among its ranks, a Muslim they met during The Crusades. I’m not saying “a Muslim” without a name to marginalize him but the truth is the Templars may have been progressive in many ways but how they viewed other religions was still very much in line with their times and he was a slave to them.
Among many things the Muslim craftsman created for the Templars, he once created an automaton as a playmate and body guard to the last Pledge during his early training.
It had the brain of an eternity of numbers and our appetite for knowledge.
The knight was taken from the grave of a Templar in Paris by one of The Indigenous.
It came into Donor’s possession when he was investigating child demons at an orphanage in Montreal.

Donor’s car was still under warranty so he took it back to the dealer. This is the excellent side of this sort of work actually, when being truthful, these type of moments are among the few things that make someone like him feel normal, a vacation if you will from all the other things that take up almost every minute of every day.
On the way to the dealer he didn’t even glance back once to see if the knight was still holding the door shut. He knew it wouldn’t fail him, it never has in the past. Plus, that thing is as strong as twelve good size normal adult males.
So without any worries about the door flying open and hitting some shit walking on the causeway he listened to the radio for the hour and half drive to where he purchased his car.
He had been there several times actually since buying the car. Twice for simple malfunctions, once for a tire steam that was busted, and another time for a recall involving the engine. Each time they gave him the spill about new cars having their own personalities but had no answers when he asked if this cars personality was broken.
Right before pulling into the dealership the child sized knight, which is named Putt by the way, was back into the trunk through one of the collapsible backseats. Back resting in its spot waiting to be called into service once again.
He arrived at the place about 30 minutes before it was supposed to close so most of the garage workers had already left for the day. Luckily one of them was just walking out to his motorcycle and was called back to take a look at Donor’s car to see if he had any idea about what could be wrong.
The biker guy looked like a biker guy and he looked over Donor like he was a spoiled rich guy, which is good because that meant his cover as Jasper was working.
‘I don’t know the exact reason but they should be able to fix it if we have the parts.’
Biker guy walked away but not before giving Donor another side eyed I hate rich boys look.
The manager of the garage, ‘We’ll take it in and see what we can do today for you. Hopefully we can get it going without much of a delay.’
‘Cool,’ Donor
‘There’s coffee in the waiting area and water also. We’ll let you know once we find out what the issue is and what we can do.’
‘Thanks,’ Donor walked away from the garage attendants hearing them wondering how he drove all the way from the beach by himself and kept the door shut the whole time.
If you are worried the garage hands might discover some of Donor’s hidden compartments. They are all shut up by a thumb print system and in itself is also hidden. It’s actually the same system drug smugglers and people trying to protect their main stereo system use so it wouldn’t look unusual even if they discovered it.

Any waiting area, be it in a garage or hospital, has to include a few things because of universal law. No up to date magazines, used gum on the floors, cold coffee in pots, a soda machine that doesn’t work, and a TV tuned to something no one ever watching except when in a waiting room or when high.
But in Florida all you care about is if it has air conditioning.
This air conditioned waiting area had a TV that was stuck on a Food Network show about failing restaurants with a guy who looks more like a pro-wrestling star than chef.
No one else was in the waiting area so Donor found a seat with the back of the chair against a corner of the room, sat his backpack by his feet, and pulled out a book to read while waiting to see how much this was going to cost him and if they were going to stick him with a crappy temp car if they can’t do it today.
About an hour passed and he was near the point in his book were the heroine is raped to make the male hero stronger in his quest for revenge when the dealership waiting room started to be overtaken by the smell of burnt flesh.
The smell of burnt flesh is just a smell of meat cooking. To any the smell of the flesh of its kind burning twists things down and primal inside. Things that say to you something bad is happening and it might also happen to you soon so stomach up.
Donor put his book away in his backpack, zipped it up, and put it behind the chair he was sitting in, in case he needs to come back for it later. The backpack doesn’t contain any sensitive materials but its fireproof and has self-destruct threads lining all through it. All to protect his books and stuffs.
Into the waiting room walked a short stocky man dressed like a trucker stereotype with a graying goatee and 70’s cop sunglasses that reflected every light in the room to hide his eyes to give the impression you were looking into a mirror.
A Gartanlength is a result of a human ingesting the blood of a saint. Unlike something like a Golem, the Gartanlength has no purpose of defense or justice and are created only to swarm the world with chaos until stopped.
Donor sat back down in his chair and crossed his legs to give a relaxed appearance.
The easiest way to spot a Gartanlength are its yellow and black eyes and the overwhelming smell of burning flesh when it’s nearby.
You might be or might not be surprised at this but the Venn Diagram of powerful supernatural creatures and powerful supernatural creatures that stink to high heaven is a circle.
If you run into a Gartanlength in your travels, try to stay alive.
That’s lesson one and the primary lesson.
The creation of the first Gartanlength was a last ditch effort during the Crusades to take back the Holy Land and taught a lesson that some things shouldn’t be used, even in war, even for “Gods people” to get their way.
They are the primary reason the church has been trying to gather up all saintly blood but since they have tried to cover up their use of Gartanlengths that bit of information is buried deep in the vaults.
Donor knew all this from his studies as he was doing a bit of exploring digging through every inch of the vaults that he was allowed to explore.
 This was most definitely a Gartanlength but who created it? It takes two to create one, one person to ingest the blood and another to perform the ritual. It’s a really twisted sort of ritual also involving days old fish, flies, and old fingers and toes.
But any questions will have to come after, first he had to get out of this alive and a Gartanlength is near impossible to kill, they are really strong but usually nothing beyond the strongest normal human, and they can cause things, and people among the things, to burst into flames at a touch.
Donor stood from his chair, reached under his shirt, and pulled out Carnwennan. He brandished his blade with a smile as he liked to do. The dagger changed from its original state to that of a Roman short sword.
The Gartanlength walked over to the door to the waiting area and placed his palm on the metal door and within a few minutes the door had fused into the metal doorway also causing the room to be filled with a form of semi toxic metal burning mist.
At this Carnwennan changed from a Roman short sword to a fill in the blank larger kind of sword.
‘You can’t talk, can you?’ Donor asked seeing if he could get any information before this got started.
The Gartanlength grunted in response to him or maybe at nothing at all.
‘So says you.’
The Gartanlength responded this time with a primal scream that was most assuredly directed at Donor.
‘Oh, just come at me you abomination,’ Donor said with a confident tone…that may have been real….and not an act.
Said abomination charged across the waiting room. It moved a lot faster than Donor was expecting so it tackled him into a group of coffee pots before he could swing his blade. He barely even had time to get his hands up so he could fight the creature off.
As he struggled with it he thought coffee must have trickled on him but those burnt areas of flesh were where the creature was touching him. Instantly his skin was as if scolded by a very hot liquid.
It hurt. Some people who can take a lot of pain and still feel pain and that hurt.
Without warning Donor was tossed across the room with ease and crashed against a group of chairs. His back and sides hit the wooden arms on the chairs and he was lucky he didn’t crack a few ribs or worse.
He was hoping this didn’t mean his cover had been blown but that had to be the case. Why else was this thing attacking him here, now? But to be honest coherent thinking wasn’t the dish at the moment in his brain.
A puzzle of why would be there if he survived this.
Right now he was trying to calculate his next move.
During the thrown across the room travel Donor lost hold of Carnwennan which slide under a chair as a dagger once again.
If he had Holy Water it wouldn’t have done anything against the Gartanlength.
If he had had garlic from the hills of Transylvania it wouldn’t have done anything against the Gartanlength.
If he had a Song Singer it would have been good, but he didn’t have one.
What he did have was a glass wall at his back behind the chairs he had crashed into. As he grabbed a chair the Gartanlength knelt down and touched the floor with its palms combusting the room’s old cheap carpet into flames.
By this time Donor had tossed the chair through the window and dived after it.
He stood on the other side of the broken window and called for Carnwennan and it flew to his hand.
‘I love that bit,’ Donor
He watched the Gartanlength start to be engulfed by flames in the waiting room before running towards the garages because he could swear the thing was enjoying it and that’s pretty messed up.
His car had other weapons he could us. He had others things besides a coin operated knight in his trunk and in many other hidden places throughout that car. It had been tricked out smuggler and spy style by some of the best.
He was stopped during his run toward the garage area by the creature jumping through another window in the waiting room.
Now that it was blocking his path he turned and ran towards the dealerships showroom because these types of situations are about knowing when is the best time to stand and fight, and when it’s best to run and try to make the situation turn more to your favor.
Fire alarms were ringing out and sprinkler systems had already gone off in the location and fire trucks were on their way so everyone was evacuated as Donor found himself in the showroom alone.
He was hiding behind an overpriced sports car when his nose noticed a scent of burnt flesh and burnt hair approaching.
The Gartanlength grabbed one of the showrooms smaller vehicles and flipped it end over end out through the glass front of the building taking out a large chunk of the roof also as it made its exit.
The car spun in the air before coming down and crushing a couple salesman who had been gathered outside with everyone else but they had gathered in their own little suit group away from the grease monkeys and office workers so it only got them.
Donor ran for the outside, a thrown desk narrowly missed his head. He had never read anything about these things being this strong and that worried him. What other information did he have wrong about them?
He stopped his dash when he spotted his mechanic in the gathered crowd still stunned at what had just had happen to some of their co-workers. He put away his dagger and calmly asked, ‘Any estimate when my car will be ready?’
Before the mechanic could say anything car after car started flying out of the showroom, thrown like toys, but landing like really large masses of metal tossed by a supernatural creature in the direction of soft fleshy human beings.
People were scattering, people were getting crushed, and people were pissing themselves as the Gartanlength stepped out into the parking lot to give those who could see it no question as to what was causing all of this destruction.
The Gartanlength had gone from the appearance of a normal human to a walking, smoking, humanoid of bbq meat thingee.
‘It’s a Beyond Human!’ screamed someone hiding under a nearby semi-truck in a way that seemed very unnatural but was in fact a bad writing attempt of world building.
A pickup truck was driving by the car lot. Donor darted out to stop it, pulled out the pimply faced driver in his hipster sandals with tube socks, jumped in the driver’s seat, and drove off. He did all of it in such a quick secession of moves you wouldn’t know he was winging it.
He got about ten yards before the Gartanlength had jumped into the back of the pickup but he just floored the truck heading down Wickham Road cranking up the radio all the way so he didn’t have to hear the guttural roars the thing was letting now.
Via the review mirror Donor was able to see the creature was pulling back its fist with an attention to punch through the truck bed window so he swerved and turned suddenly down John Roads Boulevard sending the thing crashing down onto its burnt ass in the back of the truck.
Before the creature could regain its footing again he turned again heading down a dirt road that led to the local flea market.
This was a non-open day for the market so he rammed through the main gates. He had never done that before and it actually made him smile. Must be a guy thing.
The front windshield of the truck was busted out as he pushed it all the way down to the floor and he drove it through the outside fruit stands, one after the other.
The truck didn’t slow down in the least as it destroyed Top Sock City, On TV Junk, Racist Airbrushing, Stink Another Way Incense, The Tuck, and Comic Books And Cigarettes.
But then everything including the truck was stopped suddenly by the Mini Doughnut Attic.
The unexpected impact of the truck hitting M.D.A., a local favorite of many in the area, sent the Gartanlength flying down about twelve stalls in measure bouncing and not bouncing like the huge mass of burnt meat that it was.
Donor fell out of the driver’s side of the truck unceremoniously thinking things usually go better than this for him. He has his suspicions this thing was also emitting chaos energy, screwing with luck and destiny lines, but it still was suck upon suck.
He was on his knees when he got a crazy idea. He could see the creature was getting back up so he crawled over and stabbed the trucks gas tank with Carnwennan.
The Gartanlength was slowly making its way back to the truck crash site.
Donor stood up, brushed off his clothes, put his dagger away, and looked around before running across from the truck and diving through the window of a store called Edge Of The Flame, a lighter store, which also sold key chains, key chains of sports teams.
Once inside and finding what he was looking for he walked up to the broken store window, the site of his entrance, waited for his enemy to get close to the truck, flicked a Generation Of A God lighter and tossed it under the pickup.
He forgot to duck.
How in these situations does someone forget to duck and cover?
How does someone who has been trained like he has been trained forget to duck and cover?
The explosion sent him flying back out of the back window of the lighter store and into the pool area usually used for Gator Kissing.
That and mud wrestling on the 4th Of July.
The rest of the flea market slowly exploded booth by booth, store by store, as almost every one of them had their own propane tank. This would be on the news for days and the social scene in Melbourne had just been dealt a major blow.

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