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Small town handyman Leslie Brown becomes entrained in the matters of an unfolding apocalypse when a mysterious message from space has an improbable effect on his life.
Ghost Ship
Something had gotten into Leslie’s eye, rendering him functionally blind. This was an inopportune time for this to happen. Practically speak…
The Printer
Leslie had some metal in the back of his truck in the form of about a hundred feet of chain, and that would get them a lot of the way there…
A Mask
If you think you know how artificial intelligence works, you don’t. Even the people that created it had little idea as to how it actually pr…
Do Not Pass GO
By the time Leslie was about halfway through his coffee, it was pretty clear that Mr. Drake wanted to talk exclusively about the ghost ship.…
A Total Douchebag
Tristan Trillionaire, born Tristan McCarthy, had never heard the word no. People had said things to that effect from time to time, but he ha…
The Whole Grey Goo Thing
What Mr. Drake had said was really a bit of hyperbole, he knew exactly what a grey goo scenario was. He was an avid consumer of science fict…
Town Hall
After everything checked out plow wise, Leslie headed north. Between his near death experience due to the malfunction of his former plow and…
Panic On The Street
Wading through a crowd of people primarily concerned with toilet paper and bottled water, Leslie made his way into the taco shop. Being some…
The Bifrost
Westfield, where this strip mall cum town hall cum taco shop was, was a ski town. This meant that in the winter months, it was full of touri…
But My Drink Is In There, Man
Leslie and Ray looked at each other. This was a knowing look that had encoded in it a sort of mental calculus. They each had reasons to not…
Delusional Diplomacy
The taco shop was packed nut to butt. Outside, it was a dry blustery ten degrees. Inside, the mass of humans breathing, drinking, yelling, d…
The Lady In White
The ride back to Leslie’s place through the Gulf was a bit of a spiritual experience. He had quadrupled up on what was usually a micro dose…
Actuary
Of all the masks that the error wore, its favorite and most well crafted one was Terra. Terra was an actuarial AI for Canonical Insurance In…
Acolyte
Leslie awoke to a frosty yurt. The Allmother had given him a rather healthy dram of sleepy juice and he had slept well past sunrise. By all…
Exactly what the fuck is going on here.
“Les,” Mr. Drake began, “I know this is all pretty strange, but I’ll get you up to speed here.” “Yeah,” Leslie said, “I wouldn’t mind that a…
Waiting for the end of the world.
“I am still in contact with the others,” Mr. Drake continued, “most net connections are down, but we are keeping in touch through Space Go G…
Food Bank
Leslie turned the truck around and they headed back to Mr. Drake’s house. They hadn’t gotten especially far down the road before it had dawn…
The Star Wagon
Leslie hopped in his truck and made the five minute drive back to his yurt. His lawn, at first glance, looked like any native Vermonter’s. I…
A Complete Shithole
His first stop was Cosmic Ray’s house, which was a complete shithole. That was one item in the litany of problems with being a shady person,…
Fucking Hackey Sack
“Okay,” Ray said after Leslie had finished his semi accurate take on the state of the apocalypse, “Let me get this straight. The world is do…
A Bit Of A Structural Reorganization
The Delica clung to the snow covered roads like a mountain goat. The Viking camp was clear across the valley, up by the mountain. So Leslie…
Compulsion
Mr. Drake’s consciousness had screamed down a beam of electrons. It had been churning away happily in its squishy little home for about seve…
A Brief Visit From The Allfather
“Alright, you good?” Ray asked as they set out on foot toward the Viking camp. “I’m pretty sure it’s a bad idea,” Leslie explained, “I need…
Didn't See That One Coming
Leslie and Lagertha made their way back to the Delica. Ray had left their sniper’s nest and met them along the way. Lagertha was bordering o…
Deja VooDoo
Mr. Drake had come to clearing in the forest, dappled in afternoon light. The journey to this place had been arduous and confusing, and the…
A Neighborly Visit
A second round of knocking came, Leslie and Ray just kind of looked at one another wondering what to do. “Finn?” A voice from outside called…
Space Nuggets
Once the doctor went on his way, Leslie took a couple of minutes and put the house into a power saving mode. From here on out, everything wo…
The Vikings Tale
Bjorn Helmutsson had been taking a shit in the woods, when he saw a van enter the area to the west of the Viking camp. The Shade server had…