Fearrot- Hare Raising by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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Fearrot- Hare Raising
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
The Black Chaos Saves Himself (Also X-mas) by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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The Black Chaos Saves Himself (Also X-mas)
The Black Chaos stared at the Lackey standing before him, it was doing a strange little dance. Squatting up and down in place to make sure it had his attention. It chattered excitedly and kept on going up and down to make sure The Black Chaos could see it and at last he looks down at the little creature and with a sigh he asks. “What?” He snaps at it. “Clearly something has made you decide this is an appropriate measure of conduct and the fact you keep doing it means you want me to notice.” He leaned on one arm and drums on the arm-rest of his command throne. “I’m not sure who approved of you altering your uniform, it’s very clearly no longer up to code.” The Lackey creature’s twho head antenna had been dyed a bright, almost, noxious green all the way along the curve. It’s sleek black headpiece was not a fiery red and rimmed with white flakes and flecks. Indeed The Black Chaos reached out and found the little flakes were some sort of glitter. Did it do this to itself? Was someone
Ellie gets Takeout by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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Ellie gets Takeout
Ellie stares at the box on her screen, making a few quiet noises while drumming her fingers on her desk. It comes to that valuable time of asking if she really needs this or not. She leans back in her chair while groaning. She was sure this was essential to her continued existence. She minimizes the window and groans. “Special editions are the devil.” She mutters and moves away from the computer, it’s a devil box full of temptations. She huffs and while she tries to walk away she notices her arms are still affixed to the keyboard. She tugs them loose and groans. “FINE we need a walk.” She stomps over to the door, on the back of the door are about 800 locks that she only undoes if she has company. Given the fact she can very easily break into any room in the building she herself has a vested interest in security. She takes a step and then her entire body collapses into a jet black puddle. The little lump of oil slides under the door and out into the corridor. She springs back up
Heroic Hazing by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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Heroic Hazing
“What do we think?” The question comes out when a young man walks onto the campus with an armful of luggage. “Is that a Knight or a Sidewinder?” There’s a moment or two of observation, eyes probe and assumptions are made as they so often are on university campuses. Over the rim of a steaming flask they watch the young man traipse across the quad. “Knight.” Intones Robert, a brawny sort with a hard jaw and a smattering of scars across his face. “The duffel bag,” he points at it, “dead give away. It’s a Cardinal’s logo on it, Avalon Cardinals.” “Oh my me I had missed that.” Julie offers a robotic arm across the table and Robert gives it a shake. “Once again you’ve proven that a thousand blows to the head aren’t enough to dull a detective's mind.” “Must you two act out this grim prison fish routine?” Ellie looks over the top of her cup. “Honestly we might as well be whooping and informing him he’s going to be our property at this rate.” Ellie takes a long sip, Robert and Julie as
History Has An Eye On You Part 3 by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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History Has An Eye On You Part 3
The room is silent save for the faint hiss of feedback from a microphone. “I do so many of these,” Professor Robert Smythe grins at the room, “you think I’d be past overloading these mics at this point, right?” He smiles and the room chuckles warmly. “I bet you could, if you were the sort to obsess over the minutiae of information that most people would miss-” he holds while the room full of historians, researches and wannabe historians and researchers muttered their agreements, “you could tell me how many times I have spiked a microphone.” “History is there for observing and cataloguing. We might not think of it all the time but this moment,” he rests a finger on the podium, “this time that we are living in is history occurring. Time moves only in one direction and we are pulled with it each and every second of our lives.” “Every moment could be crucial. Every second should be preserved.” Robert goes on, clasping his hands. “In the last thirty years more historically significant
History Has An Eye On You Part 2 by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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History Has An Eye On You Part 2
“Purpose has found us brother.” The seals on the armor hissed with each hydraulic powered step. “We have been given a whisper from the most divine, the techno-Theogonist has dispensed a mission for us.” The scribes anointed the holy armor with the oil of a divine beast, thrice blessed be their miraculous mail of +5 Smiting. “We are to erase an abjuration for he that safeguards the hallowed halls of mankind! For the lord of what was once!” The two towering knights gazed upon the speaker, in his gnarled twisted hand he held a hologram of a large woman. “She is a mistake. Cast her out of the kingdom.” “So it shall be.” “So it always was.” The twin knights marched onward, soon their leg armor opened up to allow large thrusters to poke out. The knights took flight, armed with glowing blades and a holy purpose. Charged to protect the history of mankind against that most vile of creatures. One who does not and should not be here. The knights hurled free from the ocean and into the
History Has An Eye On You Part 1 by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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History Has An Eye On You Part 1
When the stars were young and the heaven’s themselves were simply a place over the horizon it was acceptable to say you understood the lay of the land. When the world was this valley and what you could see in the distance, then the world was simple and obvious. There would eventually come an end to the land and there would be vast oceans that no man could cross. The boundaries of the map were clear and the edge of the world made manifest. In the early days of the world, what you saw existed and you had no reason to question that or wonder why. In quiet moments, in long nights, Meela remembers the truth of the world. She recalls the towering trees and their golden fruit, she recalls the great beasts and lizards with which she battled for her life. She remembers the shattered remains of the world above, the twisted vehicles of the sky people that hurtled to Earth on the strange nights. She remembered the burning footprints of The First Man and the tales of how he dragged the sun over
Of Strings and Soaks Part 2 by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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Of Strings and Soaks Part 2
He exhales and takes his shirt off, it hurts just a little when he gets it over his shoulders. He turns to look at his back in the mirror, a faint ring of bruised flesh. He could only smirk at that, not much to be done there. He supposes that will make the bath feel all the better. Next he took off his shoes, big ratty sneakers that had been all over the place with him. Little white socks...His jeans came next and they were chased by boxers. He pauses to look at himself in the mirror. He puts his hands on his hips and not for the first time he wonders if he doesn’t want Abby to see him naked because it’s….The way skin clings to him. Tight in a lot of places, he’s not skeletal but he’s not looking far from it. Skinny arms, long boney legs and a gaunt face. Skin might come off if it got too windy. Little tufts of dark hair under his arms and between his legs. He’s...really not sure how she’d feel about that. He’s not the type of guy to compare himself to others, it’s not a winning
Of Strings and Soaks Part 1 by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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Of Strings and Soaks Part 1
Dennis felt especially proud of his current level of deviousness, it was a genuine level of cunning he had never before demonstrated. It might have taken a very long time and he may have had to call in a couple of favors but he had to admit the end result was going to be so very worth it. Dennis knew that Helquist house had many rooms, dozens of rooms that never once opened. It had taken asking a couple of times when Helquist was in a talkative mood but he’d found it. His prize, part two of his super awesome surprise. Part one was sitting in a box behind his closet Dennis dipped his hand into the bath, it was nice and hot. Genuinely warmer than he thought would be totally comfortable but he was sure that it would be perfect. He had a little dish placed on the edge of the tub, a massive ornate tub made from what looked to be brass and was easily twice the size of Dennis. The room was a mess when Helquist found it for him and it had taken many nights of taking off his jacket to
Dressed as Yourself Part 2- The Treats by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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Dressed as Yourself Part 2- The Treats
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
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Fearrot- Hare Raising by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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Fearrot- Hare Raising
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
The Black Chaos Saves Himself (Also X-mas) by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
Literature
The Black Chaos Saves Himself (Also X-mas)
The Black Chaos stared at the Lackey standing before him, it was doing a strange little dance. Squatting up and down in place to make sure it had his attention. It chattered excitedly and kept on going up and down to make sure The Black Chaos could see it and at last he looks down at the little creature and with a sigh he asks. “What?” He snaps at it. “Clearly something has made you decide this is an appropriate measure of conduct and the fact you keep doing it means you want me to notice.” He leaned on one arm and drums on the arm-rest of his command throne. “I’m not sure who approved of you altering your uniform, it’s very clearly no longer up to code.” The Lackey creature’s twho head antenna had been dyed a bright, almost, noxious green all the way along the curve. It’s sleek black headpiece was not a fiery red and rimmed with white flakes and flecks. Indeed The Black Chaos reached out and found the little flakes were some sort of glitter. Did it do this to itself? Was someone
Ellie gets Takeout by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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Ellie gets Takeout
Ellie stares at the box on her screen, making a few quiet noises while drumming her fingers on her desk. It comes to that valuable time of asking if she really needs this or not. She leans back in her chair while groaning. She was sure this was essential to her continued existence. She minimizes the window and groans. “Special editions are the devil.” She mutters and moves away from the computer, it’s a devil box full of temptations. She huffs and while she tries to walk away she notices her arms are still affixed to the keyboard. She tugs them loose and groans. “FINE we need a walk.” She stomps over to the door, on the back of the door are about 800 locks that she only undoes if she has company. Given the fact she can very easily break into any room in the building she herself has a vested interest in security. She takes a step and then her entire body collapses into a jet black puddle. The little lump of oil slides under the door and out into the corridor. She springs back up
Heroic Hazing by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
Literature
Heroic Hazing
“What do we think?” The question comes out when a young man walks onto the campus with an armful of luggage. “Is that a Knight or a Sidewinder?” There’s a moment or two of observation, eyes probe and assumptions are made as they so often are on university campuses. Over the rim of a steaming flask they watch the young man traipse across the quad. “Knight.” Intones Robert, a brawny sort with a hard jaw and a smattering of scars across his face. “The duffel bag,” he points at it, “dead give away. It’s a Cardinal’s logo on it, Avalon Cardinals.” “Oh my me I had missed that.” Julie offers a robotic arm across the table and Robert gives it a shake. “Once again you’ve proven that a thousand blows to the head aren’t enough to dull a detective's mind.” “Must you two act out this grim prison fish routine?” Ellie looks over the top of her cup. “Honestly we might as well be whooping and informing him he’s going to be our property at this rate.” Ellie takes a long sip, Robert and Julie as
History Has An Eye On You Part 3 by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
Literature
History Has An Eye On You Part 3
The room is silent save for the faint hiss of feedback from a microphone. “I do so many of these,” Professor Robert Smythe grins at the room, “you think I’d be past overloading these mics at this point, right?” He smiles and the room chuckles warmly. “I bet you could, if you were the sort to obsess over the minutiae of information that most people would miss-” he holds while the room full of historians, researches and wannabe historians and researchers muttered their agreements, “you could tell me how many times I have spiked a microphone.” “History is there for observing and cataloguing. We might not think of it all the time but this moment,” he rests a finger on the podium, “this time that we are living in is history occurring. Time moves only in one direction and we are pulled with it each and every second of our lives.” “Every moment could be crucial. Every second should be preserved.” Robert goes on, clasping his hands. “In the last thirty years more historically significant
History Has An Eye On You Part 2 by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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History Has An Eye On You Part 2
“Purpose has found us brother.” The seals on the armor hissed with each hydraulic powered step. “We have been given a whisper from the most divine, the techno-Theogonist has dispensed a mission for us.” The scribes anointed the holy armor with the oil of a divine beast, thrice blessed be their miraculous mail of +5 Smiting. “We are to erase an abjuration for he that safeguards the hallowed halls of mankind! For the lord of what was once!” The two towering knights gazed upon the speaker, in his gnarled twisted hand he held a hologram of a large woman. “She is a mistake. Cast her out of the kingdom.” “So it shall be.” “So it always was.” The twin knights marched onward, soon their leg armor opened up to allow large thrusters to poke out. The knights took flight, armed with glowing blades and a holy purpose. Charged to protect the history of mankind against that most vile of creatures. One who does not and should not be here. The knights hurled free from the ocean and into the
History Has An Eye On You Part 1 by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
Literature
History Has An Eye On You Part 1
When the stars were young and the heaven’s themselves were simply a place over the horizon it was acceptable to say you understood the lay of the land. When the world was this valley and what you could see in the distance, then the world was simple and obvious. There would eventually come an end to the land and there would be vast oceans that no man could cross. The boundaries of the map were clear and the edge of the world made manifest. In the early days of the world, what you saw existed and you had no reason to question that or wonder why. In quiet moments, in long nights, Meela remembers the truth of the world. She recalls the towering trees and their golden fruit, she recalls the great beasts and lizards with which she battled for her life. She remembers the shattered remains of the world above, the twisted vehicles of the sky people that hurtled to Earth on the strange nights. She remembered the burning footprints of The First Man and the tales of how he dragged the sun over
Of Strings and Soaks Part 2 by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
Literature
Of Strings and Soaks Part 2
He exhales and takes his shirt off, it hurts just a little when he gets it over his shoulders. He turns to look at his back in the mirror, a faint ring of bruised flesh. He could only smirk at that, not much to be done there. He supposes that will make the bath feel all the better. Next he took off his shoes, big ratty sneakers that had been all over the place with him. Little white socks...His jeans came next and they were chased by boxers. He pauses to look at himself in the mirror. He puts his hands on his hips and not for the first time he wonders if he doesn’t want Abby to see him naked because it’s….The way skin clings to him. Tight in a lot of places, he’s not skeletal but he’s not looking far from it. Skinny arms, long boney legs and a gaunt face. Skin might come off if it got too windy. Little tufts of dark hair under his arms and between his legs. He’s...really not sure how she’d feel about that. He’s not the type of guy to compare himself to others, it’s not a winning
Of Strings and Soaks Part 1 by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
Literature
Of Strings and Soaks Part 1
Dennis felt especially proud of his current level of deviousness, it was a genuine level of cunning he had never before demonstrated. It might have taken a very long time and he may have had to call in a couple of favors but he had to admit the end result was going to be so very worth it. Dennis knew that Helquist house had many rooms, dozens of rooms that never once opened. It had taken asking a couple of times when Helquist was in a talkative mood but he’d found it. His prize, part two of his super awesome surprise. Part one was sitting in a box behind his closet Dennis dipped his hand into the bath, it was nice and hot. Genuinely warmer than he thought would be totally comfortable but he was sure that it would be perfect. He had a little dish placed on the edge of the tub, a massive ornate tub made from what looked to be brass and was easily twice the size of Dennis. The room was a mess when Helquist found it for him and it had taken many nights of taking off his jacket to
Dressed as Yourself Part 2- The Treats by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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Dressed as Yourself Part 2- The Treats
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
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Aces High by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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Aces High
“So I know a guy who works in Aces, you know the casino hotel place down on fifth? Yeah and he swears to me that he had the weirdest thing happen to him about a week back. Yeah it’s a great story, lemme tell you about it.”
-Phillip; possible second hand witness to the theft that took place in the hotel across the street from Aces
Now if there’s one piece of advice that Louis picked up from watching Ocean’s 11 it was to always stick to the plan; no matter how outlandish it became because, in the end, it would all eventually pay off.
“Stick to the plan” was repeating in Louis’s head in a c
Aces High Part 2 by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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Aces High Part 2
Now I think I should explain how Elastique found out about the location of the money and some other details I have put together from a few months of investigating the event and what…oh Louis is obviously fine. Hush.
So at some unknown point, presumed, to be roughly three months before the poker tournament she was informed of its existence. She spent roughly one month seeing if she had anything better to do- crimes committed that month include; robbing three museums, thirteen stately homes and one heli-carrier based casino- and then concluded she did not.
AS such she paid for the entry fee the next month and spent the two mont
The Bank Over Paris- Prepwork by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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The Bank Over Paris- Prepwork
So, apparently my last record of Louis' progress was a bit taxing on the eyes to some, not my eyes my eyes are fantastic and I found absolutely no issue with a piece of writing I put together while filling out budgetary reports, location surveys, equipment renting forms and necking a bottle of scotch so as not to gag over that green haired pain. I think it’s great, but apparently for some it was a little confusing so, in response to this, I have decided to simplify things just a little. If I’m going to weigh in with a lot of essential information, and know now that everything I say is essential in one way or another to what has h
The Statue and The Serpent by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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The Statue and The Serpent
THE Society of Acquisitions official Historian Mr Undisclosed has not written this report, and as such he shall not be appearing in it. This is not even a report to be honest; it’s more something that happened and that I felt needed to be brought up. Who am I? I am a member of the official Historian branch that deals in the daily doings of the various other operatives of the Society.
Yes we record everything they do ever; it’s not so strange if you have an open mind.
So yes let’s see I have a report on operative Louis Niccals or Mr Griffin if you prefer- as an aside anyone else thing it’s a bit weird we have to put
Nothing but net by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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Nothing but net
Thump, thump. Squeak, Squeak. Pant, pant.
“You know what I think?”
Squeak, squeak.
“No, what do you think?”
“I think agreeing to this might have been a big mistake.” Louis slumped to the hard Maplewood floor and tried to curl so far into himself he would die. Sweat slid from his forehead into his rheumy brown eyes. He clenched them shut and lay there in his own fluids for a while trying to will away the joint pain and overall feeling of exhaustion.
Thump, thu-
“Aw come on, up you get, not even at a hundred points yet.” Sophie stammered to her partner, stomping down the Maplewood court to
Month of May 1- Louis Leads The Dance by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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Month of May 1- Louis Leads The Dance
So the balls back in my court again, at last. I have a new assistant and as such my work load has lightened very slightly, I no longer feel like hanging myself with an antique Amazonian rope I recovered in Singapore in 87, which is a major plus in my opinion.
I was also kidnapped you know, yes bodily taken while I was out on a brief walk. I was tortured for thirteen hours before Nathanial showed up, I’m certain he’ll write the report to do with that if you want to read about me in chains with someone trying power drill secrets out of my head.
But we aren’t here to hear about that, no sir, we are here for me tell you what
Month of May Part 2- Justice De Python by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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Month of May Part 2- Justice De Python
“Is it possible they’ve already transported their valuables away?” Louis asked hoping the slow dread welling up in him wasn’t evident in his tone. Elle blew out through her nose and preformed a quick scan of the surroundings.
“Not sure you th-“There was a sound like thunder and a loud applause. Louis and Elle turned to see a Jackal head laying face down on the floor…save his head. The hall was abound with laughter and some unfortunate Jackal head was checking over the body, nervously prodding at the viscera and gore before pulling a white card from the remains.
“813, he was number 813.&rdqu
Month of May 3- The Queen of Terror by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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Month of May 3- The Queen of Terror
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Once again things become grossly spotty here, Louis report resumes some small time later, but I can thankfully fill in some of the gaps with the aid of Sophie’s report which I will switch to using until such a point as I state we return to Louis’ report. Most of Sophie’s report details her surveillance from across the street, she set up on a small rooftop across from the Palais and infiltrated shortly after the Jackal headed populous broke out.
I’d like to thank my friend Nathanial, chief of security for helping me translate some of her jargon. She’s less flowery than Louis but she’s slightly more vis
The Good Old Days by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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The Good Old Days
“You ever think this would be the kind of thing you would wind up doing for a living Lou?” Sophie asked as she sipped at a cup of coffee. They’d been out at a stakeout tonight in the bitter chill so she needed something warm as soon as possible. Louis had encased himself in a blanket and was lying on the singular couch in the room. He looked thoroughly too content with himself.
“Stealing things for a living?” He chewed on the thought for a minute before nodding. “Yeah, it was this or nothing.” He said warmly as he flopped off half of his blanket and grabbed his own cup of coffee from the table. He to
June 1 of 4 or 5 by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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June 1 of 4 or 5
“Crime Is Doomed.”
-Damian Wayne
People used to tell me I lack ambition, I used to tell them I was saving up my ambition for what I really wanted to do in life. I’ve found out what I want to be in life and I’ve been acting mighty ambitious for the past couple of months now.
I’m running along rooftops laughing at the top of my lungs, which I’m fairly certain are burning themselves out at the rate I’ve been running for the past ten minutes. In my arms I’m cradling a canopic jar that holds the solid gold heart of the second alien ruler of Egypt; yeah pyramids were built partially from blue prin
The Gun Powder Trail- Part 1 by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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The Gun Powder Trail- Part 1
It’s minuscule. It’s wavering right now but it promises to roil out of control soon. The embers crackle somewhere, the world pauses for a moment. It’s as if everything in the entire universe is holding it’s breath, a runner priming themselves on the line. They wait for the starting pistol, the great calamity that is soon to fall across the world. I can see it, I can see the problem over the horizon burning out of control and swallowing all that could possibly be in its wake. I can see all that is end in one great and horrible moment, the fire that eats the universe and leaves nothing behind- so greedy is the flame that
The Gun Powder Trail- PT2 by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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The Gun Powder Trail- PT2
“I need you,” the pilot says to Harry Redd, a peculiar looking sort if ever there was one. Harry, or Redd as everyone calls him, doesn’t look quite right next to normal people. That might be because he isn’t a normal person or really a “person” at all. But a collection of fiction that one day got bored and through very complicated means became a real person a few months ago. As such Mr Redd looks very slightly long in the limb, brighter in the hair, whiter in the teeth and slightly cartoonish. But it’s nothing you’d really notice unless you looked at him very closely.
“Need me to what?&rd
Gun Powder Trail Pt 3 by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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Gun Powder Trail Pt 3
So almost set up, just a couple more things to do. I landed the copter and took off within a few moments glad to leave behind the mental leech. No telling how much he got but it’s safe to assume he knows the basics at this point, hopefully he has no idea what I need or want him to do. If he found out it might be a problem for me, hold out hope for me James.
The last fellow I need to get in touch with is a bit of a massive recluse so I’m lucky T.H.E.M. had some information on him or else I’d have never found him. Lives on a little island he owns with a few people, from the info I gathered he apparently stole the place right
SHORT: Jog about town by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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SHORT: Jog about town
Hiro leaps from the tallest rooftop in the city and spreads his arms and legs out to slow his descent, he loved the view from this building. He loved it even more when it rushed to meet him at speed. It was a great mess of colours and spires and shapes hurtling around in the distance, Trans-Met looked gorgeous at night. He removed a thin tube from the hem of his shorts and pointed it ahead of him, squeezing it just so.
The top of the tube cracked open and after a bark of steam a line shot out into the distance. Hiro didn’t exactly care that he was still hurtling toward the ground, he’d been raised doing this kind of thing. The ro
A day in the life of a D-Lister by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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A day in the life of a D-Lister
The train hammers past the station spreading tumbling pedestrians and luggage in it’s wake, the complaints of those who had to jump back from the gap are drowned out by the scream of steel and high pitched whistle of the train gliding over the tracks. Those unlucky enough to be tossed from their feet by the velocity of the passing vehicle had just about got done collecting themselves when several loud klaxons wailed out madly, a few sighs warbled through the crowd at the station as the transit televisions changed suddenly to a bright flashing message.
T.H.E.M. Broadcast:
Hero and Villain chase in progress, WE Apologise for the inconve
Good News For Some by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
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Good News For Some
Hyper Reality is rife with a number of strange professions; one can easily strut the streets of Trans-Met city- the only TRUE Hyper Real city on the face of the Earth sans the magical bastion of Midway- and nobody will blink at you. If you really, really, wanted to turn heads in Hyper-Reality or most especially in Trans-Met City you simply had to say five words;
“I work for the Sentinel.”
Now this would get you either a pitiable laugh, a confused look as though you’ve just said you bugger cows or perhaps someone would give you money and delicately coo that you were a ‘poor thing’. The Silent Sentinel was, note
The House built by T Morrow by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
Literature
The House built by T Morrow
“Boy,” the voice is familiar to Thomas, his father calls for him. Thomas unfolds from the high backed chair he’d slouched himself over the arms of to journey to his fathers sanctum, not a study a sanctum. Thomas slaps his thumb across his phone a few more times, mumming the shrieks of his music to faint whispers, as he comes into the room where his father is slouched over his medium.
The old man was hunch backed, thanks in no small part to his habit of scrunching over the scrying flame, but his face was still holding onto the fleeting light of youth. His jaw was strong and his eyes vibrant despite the flab clinging to his c
Media Circus by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
Literature
Media Circus
Charlie is awake before dawn, he races the sun and he’s never lost. Breakfast is simple, eggs and orange juice he’d fry both if he could just to save time. Next is a jog thirteen times around the city- EXACT LOCATION ONLY AUTHORISED TO T.H.E.M. PERSONAL GREATER THAN LEVEL 4- park and then on to relieve his current partner from her night shift. Usually he works the full twenty four seven but he’s been told that’s self destructive and likely to kill him. Charlie knows what will kill him and it won’t be a lack of sleep.
I could tell you what Charlie looks like but then you might run into him. We’ll say this h
Interview with a Crazy Person by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
Literature
Interview with a Crazy Person
I’m not exactly sure where, because I’ve never been there, but somewhere a conversation takes place. This is vague, this is as it should be as the conversation is vague and spoken in hushed tones though nobody but those in the room could hear this conversation. There are twenty three speakers in the room, one guest and one listener in the room also. That is not to say the speakers were not listening to one another but I will not give them too terribly much credit.
“Some of us are missing,” pipes up a figure sitting at the long table.
“Some of us are always missing,” hisses one closer to the centre than th
The Kindling Auction by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
Literature
The Kindling Auction
THEN, KINDLING
“You shouldn’t be here,” the smell of smoke, that particular brand of cloves and grass that the man smoked, was like a smack across the face. The man was old now, he’d always been old but now he looked it at last.
“Where should I be then?” He asks the little bone handled pipe jutting from his sagging face. He shakes as he removes the pipe, he shakes all the time, and claps it against his wooden seat to tip out what little ash remained inside. He always looked old but now he was.
“With friends,” he thought on the poor wording, “with your friend.” The old man gave him
Tsuchigumo- Prologue by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
Literature
Tsuchigumo- Prologue
“It’s over, isn’t it?” Louis Niccals finds himself asking the mirror more and more every morning. He isn’t going grey but he imagines that must be how it feels on the soul. He’s only got one eye and sometimes he wakes up shaking all over. The island heat doesn’t abet that cold in his bones.
It’s been so quiet and he can’t bother to make it outside anymore. There’s a curse on his bedroom door. He can’t go outside out of fear of the things out there. There’s people and creatures and a whole world he doesn’t even know about yet.
He looks at his face, he has the audac
Tsuchigumo- The Weapon checks in by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
Literature
Tsuchigumo- The Weapon checks in
Once upon a time there was a story that walked like a man, talked like a man and acted like a total bastard. This story walked the world, strutting like a mighty bull unafraid of all challengers and he changed the world to make it how he wanted.
His life was no longer a genre it was real. His life was a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel, with just a splash or pornography. He was everything a story ought to be.
The problem with a successful story though. There will always be imitators.
Hyper Reality Presents
A T.H.E.M. Acknowledged event
Louis Niccals stars in;
Tsuchigumo
“Think of Batman a
Tsuchigumo- Let's go out tonight by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
Literature
Tsuchigumo- Let's go out tonight
Once upon a time there was a story that walked like a man, talked like a man and acted like a total bastard. This story walked the world, strutting like a mighty bull unafraid of all challengers and he changed the world to make it how he wanted.
His life was no longer a genre it was real. His life was a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel, with just a splash or pornography. He was everything a story ought to be.
The problem with a successful story though. There will always be imitators.
Hyper Reality Presents
A T.H.E.M. Acknowledged event
Louis Niccals stars in;
Tsuchigumo
“Just the bitch of
Tsuchigumo - His Brother's Protector by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
Literature
Tsuchigumo - His Brother's Protector
Once upon a time there was a story that walked like a man, talked like a man and acted like a total bastard. This story walked the world, strutting like a mighty bull unafraid of all challengers and he changed the world to make it how he wanted.
His life was no longer a genre it was real. His life was a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel, with just a splash or pornography. He was everything a story ought to be.
The problem with a successful story though. There will always be imitators.
Hyper Reality Presents
A T.H.E.M. Acknowledged event
Louis Niccals stars in;
Tsuchigumo
“Aren't you just do
Tsuchigumo-The Hunter in Repose by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
Literature
Tsuchigumo-The Hunter in Repose
Once upon a time there was a story that walked like a man, talked like a man and acted like a total bastard. This story walked the world, strutting like a mighty bull unafraid of all challengers and he changed the world to make it how he wanted.
His life was no longer a genre it was real. His life was a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel, with just a splash or pornography. He was everything a story ought to be.
The problem with a successful story though. There will always be imitators.
Hyper Reality Presents
A T.H.E.M. Acknowledged event
Louis Niccals stars in;
Tsuchigumo
He no longer has to worry
Tsuchigumo- Never Satisfied by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
Literature
Tsuchigumo- Never Satisfied
Once upon a time there was a story that walked like a man, talked like a man and acted like a total bastard. This story walked the world, strutting like a mighty bull unafraid of all challengers and he changed the world to make it how he wanted.
His life was no longer a genre it was real. His life was a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel, with just a splash or pornography. He was everything a story ought to be.
The problem with a successful story though. There will always be imitators.
Hyper Reality Presents
A T.H.E.M. Acknowledged event
Louis Niccals stars in;
Tsuchigumo
You’re like me. I&#
Tsuchigumo- His Brother's Curse Pt1 by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
Literature
Tsuchigumo- His Brother's Curse Pt1
Once upon a time there was a story that walked like a man, talked like a man and acted like a total bastard. This story walked the world, strutting like a mighty bull unafraid of all challengers and he changed the world to make it how he wanted.
His life was no longer a genre it was real. His life was a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel, with just a splash or pornography. He was everything a story ought to be.
The problem with a successful story though. There will always be imitators.
Hyper Reality Presents
A T.H.E.M. Acknowledged event
Louis Niccals stars in;
Tsuchigumo
“Good things come t
Tsuchigumo- His Brother's Curse PT2 by Mr-Undisclosed, literature
Literature
Tsuchigumo- His Brother's Curse PT2
Razordoll. One of many dozens of clones of a being made only to kill and cause havoc. This exact clone was made by a certain...ex-chief minister of a certain place that nobody knows about. It was designed to lack the whimsy and mirth of the other Razordoll killer models and be a strictly no nonsense strike weapon. You fire it a place and it makes everyone there dead. Then a little button makes it’s head exploded so you don’t have to die getting near it.
The thing is a living blade with finely honed instincts designed to kill. Every action it makes is designed to be as lethal as possible and it’s one goal is to see all organ
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My Bio
A writer-man who has a bad habit of mixing his fact and his fictions. Let's his ideas get ahead of him but still attempts to make work consistent and enjoyable. I mostly write Super-Heroes, Government Conspiracies and FactXFiction is my OTP forever.
FAQ-
What's under the bandages?
Skin.
Are you open for Trades?
YES, always. I just don't accept them all.
Are you open for Commissions?
Yes, I've yet to refuse one.
Do you do requests?
Not always but I usually have UNIQUE journals that let people get free stories.
Where do I start on your stories? There's quite a lot.
Yes there are, thanks. All of my FOLDERS IN the gallery are organized in linear order so just open any of them and start with the first one. Start with Year of Theft or Year of Fire- or just read the shorts. My stories are like comics, pick one up and you can start there.
Can I ask you to critique my cast/writing? I've heard you do that.
ABSOLUTELY I will do that for you. I am not gentle, but am only one man with one opinion. But I'm always happy to help.
Do you skype/discord/teamspeak?
I do. But you gotta level up our relationship to level 5 to get that stuff.
Do you have CHARACTER BIOS!?
I do click the website link to go to the LIVE BIO BIBLE, which I update when able. You can EVEN highlight stuff to ask questions, wouldn't that be fun?
FAQ-
What's under the bandages?
Skin.
Are you open for Trades?
YES, always. I just don't accept them all.
Are you open for Commissions?
Yes, I've yet to refuse one.
Do you do requests?
Not always but I usually have UNIQUE journals that let people get free stories.
Where do I start on your stories? There's quite a lot.
Yes there are, thanks. All of my FOLDERS IN the gallery are organized in linear order so just open any of them and start with the first one. Start with Year of Theft or Year of Fire- or just read the shorts. My stories are like comics, pick one up and you can start there.
Can I ask you to critique my cast/writing? I've heard you do that.
ABSOLUTELY I will do that for you. I am not gentle, but am only one man with one opinion. But I'm always happy to help.
Do you skype/discord/teamspeak?
I do. But you gotta level up our relationship to level 5 to get that stuff.
Do you have CHARACTER BIOS!?
I do click the website link to go to the LIVE BIO BIBLE, which I update when able. You can EVEN highlight stuff to ask questions, wouldn't that be fun?
Favourite TV Shows
Leverage
Favourite Books
Gentleman Bastards
Tools of the Trade
The staunch Refusal to leave behind a blank page
No eyes not deceiving you 5 part story drop. Enjoy
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Upcoming Multi-Part Felicity and Grant Story
Will be a heist will explain what happened to Felicity post Tsuchigumo. More Meela stuff too.
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Happy birthday m8.
Happy Summer.
Mr.U! Been ages man! How have you been my bandage wrapped Amigo?
Juliano15 is a art thief and a cyberbully to bigbee17 and spread the word
Hey, long time no see. 
I suppose it has been, hello
what's going on lately?