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The Minimalist #12
A Prince’s Promise Danika, a mid 30’s interior designer from New York City, just found her happily ever after. A chance meeting with a prince of the small European nation of Fredrekia led to a whirlwind romance which led to a shotgun wedding. The honeymoon was front page news on every paper in the world. […]
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The Minimalist #11
Hell Inc. 2: Satan’s Boogaloo It’s been two years since the hell mouth explosion, and business is terrible. The trio of monster hunters are flat broke and there hasn’t been a new hell mouth opening in almost a year. Taskforce: Tartarus, the U.S. government response to monsters, cleaned up most of the regional incursions and […]
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The Minimalist #10
A Star of Her Very Own Shelby Wells had one dream; to have a star of her very own. But rather than going to the International Star Registry like a normal person, she decided to call upon the gods of the Heavens. With arcane ingredients and psycho-dramatic garments in tow, Shelby performed her well researched […]
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The Minimalist #9
The Princess and the Beggar It came to pass that one fine day, Princess Haley came face to face with her near perfect reflection, a beggar named Carla. The princess, who’d always wanted to live an exciting life, came up with the brilliant plan of switching places with the beggar. The beggar, presented with the […]
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The Minimalist #8
Hell Inc. A bookworm, a jock, and a slacker were lazing about at the slacker’s house one night when a hell mouth opened in the basement. The demon Slazzazazazaaaakkkk’q’q’qk’k escaped and declared his new kingdom on Earth. The three college dropouts slew the demon with holy weapons the slacker’s uncle had lying around from his […]
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The Minimalist #7
Message in a Bottle A young man finds a bottle washed up on the beach. In the bottle, a message: “Whoever finds this bottle… I want you to know that I love you. If you can find me, our hearts will be as one.” Included in the bottle, a series of clues that point in […]
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Oblivion (31)
Previous HolyFuckingShitWhatIsThis? 882: Syncro Earth “What are you?” Amanda demanded to know. “A prisoner. Like many who’ve come to this place,” the giant bird replied. “What are you talking about?” Julio asked. “The people who run this place, they are not concerned with the education of sync youths. It is a different goal they pursue.“ […]
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Oblivion (30)
Previous HELP. SOMEONE HELP! 882: Syncro Earth Melissa laid lifeless on the floor. Julio wanted to run. He wanted to help. He wanted to scream. He wanted all of this to go away, but it wouldn’t. The red string in his psychic grasp waved in the etheric current, beckoning him to unlock its secrets. But […]
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Oblivion (29)
Previous Fuuuuuuuuuuk 2048: Cyber Errrth Emil.i.o. scanned the horizon. The hypercity of Megalopolis shone like an electric jewel next to its sister city, the megacity of Hyperopolis. Smog covered the city streets and the skies above were choked with pollution but the cities themselves were a pair of perfect sparkling neon diamonds. Even surrounded by […]
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Oblivion (28)
Previous Galalalalalalaalllaaallaala 882: Syncro Earrtthh Five Months Ago… Madison County Youth Correctional Facility – “God I hate this shit hole,” the juvenile corrections agent said. “Same story every day,” the other juvenile corrections agent said. “What do you say we break for lunch after this one?” the third agent said. “Great. What little gift from […]
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