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“Jacob’s Ladder: The Entity”
Posted in Jacob's Ladder, Serials, Writings on June 29, 2015| 7 Comments »
“Jacob’s Ladder: Control”
Posted in Jacob's Ladder, Serials, Writings on May 31, 2015| 1 Comment »
Captain Bansemir leans back in her chair, tapping her lips with steepled fingers.
“Perhaps,” she says.
Read on for action-packed scenes of Jacob exercising self-control.
“Jacob’s Ladder: Lunatics, Asylum, etc.”
Posted in Jacob's Ladder, Serials, Writings on April 27, 2015| 4 Comments »
“Jacob’s Ladder: Bête Noire”
Posted in Jacob's Ladder, Serials, Writings on March 29, 2015| 2 Comments »
“Jacob’s Ladder: Meet Hamilton Warhawke”
Posted in Jacob's Ladder, Serials, Writings on February 27, 2015| Leave a Comment »
After only a short time in transit, the Bitching Betty on the peoplemover begins displaying a track failure warning for the conduit ahead. It goes on to hypothesize a number of different possible explanations for the warning, but it’s clear that we don’t need any of them, because the one clear explanation for our predicament here is “Hamilton Warhawke.”
Hell, we could have done without the Bitching Betty altogether. Hamilton’s presence is profoundly obvious to the naked eye. As the peoplemover coasts us toward the disruption at a cautious speed, we catch a glimpse of him, silhouetted against the glare of a magnesium lamp, an Aryan shadow wielding a five-foot motorized chainblade. With disturbing gusto, he brings it down and down again upon the track before us, a gesture more suited to your average flamboyant axe-murderer than to a proper naval officer. Harsh, bone-jarring clangs meld with the squeal of tearing metal in a sort of infernal chorus that boils and echoes out of the conduit ahead and washes over us as we creep forward. LOLcat covers her ears. A purely theatrical gesture, of course, since she doesn’t technically have ears, but I feel a pang of sympathy for her nonetheless.
“Jacob’s Ladder: Oh Hai”
Posted in Jacob's Ladder, Serials, Writings on December 31, 2014| 4 Comments »
The problem started, as usual, when our holographic shipboard catgirl filled my personal head to the brim with fuller’s earth in a botched attempt to improve its functionality.
The Scrivnarium 