Book 1: The Tuesday Gun

“Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it we go nowhere.”-Carl Sagan

A Gaming Arcade That Time Forgot (One)

Liars had been a quaint holiday destination. This quirky picturesque town up near the tops.

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A Gaming Arcade That Time Forgot (Two)

Abner. The self proclaimed mayor of Liars. The Arch Duke of Hoarding.

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A Gaming Arcade That Time Forgot (Three)

From the memoirs of Captain Randall Origami-Picket, Gentleman adventurer and intrepid explorer of places long found, 541-639

Summit fever. Our nemesis. When the peak of the mountain is so tantalisingly close, all logic, common sense and ethics are swept aside and replaced by the overwhelming desire to reach the summit.

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A Gaming Arcade That Time Forgot (Four)

In some back alley… I persuade the goon to talk. I can be persuasive when I need to be. It makes me laugh.

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Beyond The Analogue Cliff (One)

The decline was rapid. Overnight in the grand scheme of things. One morning everyone woke up to find they were left with some sort of a void to fill.

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Beyond The Analogue Cliff (Two)

It felt like an ending.

I mean in my lifetime there hadn’t really been a lot of hope swilling around. We were all aware that we were on the precipice of the end. We’d grown up knowing that the golden age was long gone.

But even so, right now… It felt like an ending.

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Beyond The Analogue Cliff (Three)

We’ve been at Abners for too long now. Cooped up and arguing. For some reason it had reminded me of the riddle.

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…Never Care For Anything Else Thereafter (One)

The ORDA guys said that people weren’t talking because they were scared. They said this was a good thing. They said it meant we were looking in the right places.

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