The heels belonged to a woman named Bernadette. She was a sliver of light in an otherwise black state of affairs. Not because she was pretty, because she wasn’t, at least not in a hot-chick sort of way, but because with a simple nod of her head she sent Simon (and his gun) away. Then [...]
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13
Jan
2010
2010
As the evidence will show, I am a bonafide idiot. I’ll forgo describing the ‘Palace’ except to say that there was nothing palatial about it, and the bit about ‘forbidden delights’…a complete fabrication. When we arrived at our current location, my benefactor, Simon–the creepy barefoot hunchback–bade me remove all my clothing and personal items and [...]
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09
Jan
2010
2010
I was moments away from a plan. I could feel it bubbling its way to the surface when a voice, distinctly not my own, asked me a question. “I can see by your…position…you are in need of respite, sir. Might I interest you in a visit to the Palace of Forbidden Delights?” The voice, as [...]
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09
Dec
2009
2009
OK. So I’m now sitting in the dark with my back against a crumbling building, armed with a stolen kitchen knife, listening to a grinding rumble somewhere in the near distance and hoping it stays there. Something went seriously wrong. I was on my way to the Bazaar, could hear its chaos in fact, when [...]
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06
Dec
2009
2009
I have a headache. One of those headaches that slowly eats its way through your brain until its right behind your eyes. Oracle will tell me nothing. I’ve begged, pleaded, threatened, cajoled, and attempted to bribe with what little cash I have in my pockets (turns out, it’s worthless here). Nothing will budge her from [...]
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01
Dec
2009
2009
I had made it out the door and down a rickety set of stairs when Oracle came walking around the side of, what I’ll loosely call, a building. She smiled at me and shoved a steaming cup into my hands, then, urging me to follow, started walking. She didn’t even bother to ask where I’d [...]
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29
Nov
2009
2009
Oracle lives in a hovel. Then again, so does everyone else in this place. In fact, from what I remember of it, Tropolis seems to be entirely made of corrugated tin, rotten planks, and whatever discarded building materials could be nailed together to create a…surprisingly less oppressive picture than it sounds. Of course, I’ve also [...]
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