Mr-Undisclosed

Comedy is all about timing, when you get right down to it. There’s the set up, the delivery and all of that requires precise timing. If you’re too fast it’s ruined, take too long? Linger in the moment and that’s just as bad for the joke. Sometimes you have to take a hit to make sure a joke lands. There’s a high pitched squeal as a stark white figure tumbles through the living room of Jackie Hope, it doesn’t come from Jackie. She’s rather too terrified at the sudden shape that fell between her and the screen. There was no loud bang, no hideous thump and indeed when she leaned forward…There’s nobody. No body there. She mutters something to herself, shakes her head, convinces herself that she was most certainly seeing things. Then the door to her apartment is kicked down and standing in the doorway, heaving in breath is a…Someone in a letterman jacket. Normally Jackie would say some guy or some girl in a letterman jacket but right now that was hard to tell. The individual in

Comedy is all about timing, when you get right down to it. There’s the set up, the delivery and all of that requires precise timing. If you’re too fast it’s ruined, take too long? Linger in the moment and that’s just as bad for the joke. Sometimes you have to take a hit to make sure a joke lands. There’s a high pitched squeal as a stark white figure tumbles through the living room of Jackie Hope, it doesn’t come from Jackie. She’s rather too terrified at the sudden shape that fell between her and the screen. There was no loud bang, no hideous thump and indeed when she leaned forward…There’s nobody. No body there. She mutters something to herself, shakes her head, convinces herself that she was most certainly seeing things. Then the door to her apartment is kicked down and standing in the doorway, heaving in breath is a…Someone in a letterman jacket. Normally Jackie would say some guy or some girl in a letterman jacket but right now that was hard to tell. The individual in

Dr. James Sirresh is fairly certain someone might be trying to kill him. This is not one of those ironic sort of thoughts, where you have a few patches of rough luck and think the Big Man must have it out for you. No, this is a well founded suspicion based on the fact that on at least four separate occasions today he has very nearly perished. Being that he is a doctor, a surgeon no less, he is very used to high stress environments and quick reaction times being the difference between life and death. Still that was work and often other people’s lives and other people’s deaths. It’s rarely his own life on the line, not never his own life just rarely. It started in the morning. Where blearily he made his way into the kitchen. The fug of the morning clinging to him like an affectionate anaconda, dislodging the beast of sleep was never an easy effort. He wanted that elixir of awakening, he’d spent more money on his coffee machine than he cared to admit, it had four digits of worth and

It’s easy. It’s distressingly easy. It’s not like zombies have ever been tricky to deal with, Glitter remembers when they first showed up a zillionty years ago and everyone was so scared of them. Now they get mowed down in their hundreds, turns out an army made up entirely. But with Meela’s body….Oh this was unfair. The horde was like a squad of little blind children. Big clumsy steps and swaying with ancient rusty weapons. Their greatest strength was numbers, a tide of flesh and steel that would crash down on you and break you apart. There was nobody that could face the tide of putrification and rot. Nobody was that strong. Well...These zombies had not heard. That sentence Meela loves to say to Glitter all the time. I am strong. Her fists sail through bone, she’s seen more resistance in shadow boxing. It’s like kicking through powder, flesh rips and tears. Bones shatter like twigs. She doesn’t have to slow down in her advance at all, Meela makes tatters of the army. The tide

It’s like swallowing a scream the size of the world every time she jumps out of Rose. Honestly, she should wait until the flying sentient space-craft shaped like a VW Surfer Truck gets closer to the ground before she leaps out every time. “Dawn Breakers go!” Katie yells because something is gonna come flying out of her mouth, best make it something dignified. She hits the ground hard, she tastes something coppery in her mouth and is pretty sure she just bit her tongue. “Do not let them stop the working!” Cried the tri-headed WKD-515ter, an unholy combo of magic and precision engineering. “The planets shall not enter this alignment for another four thousand years!” The grim green faces of thing were unmoving, but the shrill metal scream was utterly piercing. The thing busied itself around a massive upturned cement mixer, dicing up vegetables and throwing chunks of meat inside. “One side!” Nora fell to Katie’s left. “So umm do you know what the robo-witch is trying to do?” “Did

The dawn comes and with it comes the promise of a new day. Meela is awake to meet the sun as she always is, meeting it with a bow of reverence and a dance for those not with her. She thanks the sun for her life, she thanks the sun for her mind for it was the light of the sun that elevated man from beast. She thanks the sun for this new day it has seen fit to bless her. She then recites the names of the tribe. Her father Thrakk, her brother Iqtharr, her mother Evera and on. She says the name of the old shaman, wise man that he was. She says the name of the oldest hunter who trained her to creep through the quiet. Says the name of the stone maker who forged them weapons. She speaks the name of each and every single one of them who are not here to speak their names. The process used to be a chore, time eaten away by ceremony. As a child it chafed at her but now the idea of not doing it sits ill. When there was a thousand people to say the words they seemed pointless but when there was