Games have rules, so it follows that they probably also have those who think themselves rulers. We greased the rails at the station terminus, and you won't *believe* what happened next! A squeezebox, two flutes, and *three* stringed instruments?! Now that's what I call a party! It's November, and all around, the natural world is settling into its slumber. Something about them all, can't quite put my finger on it... A couple meets under a starry sky filled with fruit. Say 5 degrees by the next 100 years and it sets the world on fire. You think the people aren’t just going to sell the Earth and move? A crowd of real cool shades-wearing dudes can be found on the streets of Los Angeles 2019. A salamander fires an alcohol-based superhero out of a cannon at William Shakespeare. You know, like you do. American cereal manufacturers ask: What if the Bride of Frankenstine was instead his no-strings-attached DJ cousin? A bunch of beaky busybodies band together. Hunted by horrors, Horace had his heart humbled and his hopes hollowed. Long after the collapse of the imperial core, a long and cryptic shadow is still cast by its ghosts. A man and woman ponder an ord, within which is an alien who ponders them back with an order of its own. From the beyond, further orbs, and further pondering of this pondering. What more does a witch need than the Moon, the stars, an orb, a tower, and ten or so animal companions? Person: "Guys! What if everyone got replaced by robots and I'm the last real person left?" Narrator: "He was." Make way for the new goth royalty. "In the final analysis, everything depends on everything else." -Ashleigh Brilliant A macaw, a parrot, a crow, and a raven walk into a bar. The bartender looks up at them and says, "What is this, some kind of chost?" In the abyss, a face. Upon the face, sweet honeyed mans. The salt is implied. 
