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Grandpa Anarchy Tales: August 2016

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Sunday, August 28, 2016. Yeesh," Grandpa Anarchy said. "Talk about purple prose.". Deep in the Anarchy Cave, situated below the Anarchy Mansion in Frosthaven NJ, Grandpa was seated before the Anarchy Computer - a device that had been built by one of his sidekicks in the mid 1960's, and then occasionally updated over the years but - this part was important - never actually replaced. Yes, okay," said Grandpa. "But Patriarch of Pandemonium. No one's ever called me that in my entire life! The girl said. ...

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Grandpa Anarchy Tales: The Return of the Roaring Rangers

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Tuesday, January 3, 2017. The Return of the Roaring Rangers. The Return of the Roaring Rangers. The black helicopter hovered high over the countryside. Below it a massive helicarrier suddenly came into view - a flying ship the size of a small aircraft carrier. It simply faded. Into view, as if by magic - or perhaps more to the point, as if some sort of high-tech cloaking device had been temporarily turned off. You'd think you'd have traffic jams.". You know - Department of Superhero Licensing? Nope" The ...

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Grandpa Anarchy Tales: November 2016

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Monday, November 28, 2016. Good Fences Make Good Neighbors. Good Fences Make Good Neighbors. Ignoring this, Grandpa Anarchy, world's oldest hero, banged on the door. After several moments it opened. Framed in the doorway was an alien creature out of nightmares - four eyes, eight tentacles, bloated purplish skin, and a mouth full of rows of shark-like teeth. The creature was vaguely humanoid and appeared to be wearing slacks, a preppie-style sweater, and smoking a pipe. I mean I don't want to be a stickle...

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Grandpa Anarchy Tales: Annie Two

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Monday, December 12, 2016. I don't like it," grumbled Grandpa Anarchy, world's oldest hero. "The Anarchy Computer was built by one of my best and most loyal sidekicks ever - the Electric Bluejay. He did a good job, too! Mind you, I never touched the thing myself, but the Anarchy Computer has been good enough for every sidekick I've had before now.". Computers ain't my thing," Grandpa said. "I already told you.". But with a self-aware AI, they can. Anyway, what kind of computer is this? My appearance is n...

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Grandpa Anarchy Tales: September 2016

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Monday, September 26, 2016. Fog rolled in off the bay, transforming the world into one of weird shadows and strange, hallucinary objects. They only resolved into the normal and everyday when you were right on top of them. Sound was distorted, and every creak and rustle was loud and immediate and just around the corner. Grandpa Anarchy gripped his gun tightly as he crouched beside a boarded-up candycorn stand. It's not as if an abandoned theme park ain't creepy enough. Grampy-poo, where are you? The crimi...

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Miko's Writing Journal: The Devil's In the Details

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Monday, December 5, 2016. The Devil's In the Details. When I first started writing Grandpa Anarchy stories, I would have him swear however I chose to whenever it seemed appropriate. I wasn't too concerned about it - I mean, I don't recall ever using the 'F' word, but most other things seemed fair game. Later when I considered that I would one day publish these stories (something I need to work on, I know! In particular I'm thinking of John Wayne in McLintock! In this story I deliberately borrowed from th...

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Miko's Writing Journal: Noah, Captain of the Flood!

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Thursday, January 12, 2017. Noah, Captain of the Flood! I've been working a bit on The Ghost and Miss Bloodraven. This week, and also a bit on The Cephalopod That Befriended the Wind. I've written the first two scenes on the former and actually have a plot for the latter, I think. In any case, I'm trying to put a story or two together. In the meantime, here's something that's asmused me lately:. My 365 days of the stupidest things ever said calendar. And Fumes of Formation. I had no idea. Stimulates the ...

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Grandpa Anarchy Tales: October 2016

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Monday, October 31, 2016. Classic Anarchy: Abjure the Realm of No Return. Abjure the Realm of No Return. Horrible beyond conception are the things which I, myself, have witnessed," said Doctor Benevolent. "You with your puny human mind can not even begin to concieve of the depths of terror to which my soul has been subjected.". Doc," said Grandpa, "you sound like bad H.P. Lovecraft. Now, what did you call me up here for? And yet you mocked. Doctor Benevolent grinned like a man tethered to sanity by a sol...

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Grandpa Anarchy Tales: December 2016

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Monday, December 26, 2016. The AI that appeared on a large screen in the Anarchy Cave was a young woman with black hair tied back in a tight bun. Reading glasses perched on her nose - although what a computer AI needed with glasses remained a mystery. She was dressed like someone from the Victorian era, or perhaps like a conservative Steampunk cosplayer who did not go in for all of the cogs and gears and brass goggles. Annie's face appeared on a small video screen in the center dashboard. "This car h...

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Grandpa Anarchy Tales: Rosario's Model

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Monday, December 19, 2016. It was a cold evening in Frosthaven NJ, and the stars glittered in the night sky. In the old part of town someone was banging on the door of a small art gallery. The door opened a fraction, held back by a chain lock. A man peered out. "Go away! The man exclaimed. "We're closed! The person outside was an old man in a gray suit with a brown overcoat and a gray fedora. "Mr. Rosario? He asked. "My name is Grandpa Anarchy. I'm here to buy a statue.". The artist nodded as if to say: ...