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The Black Ram Thanksgiving Special

November 26, 2047
Thanksgiving Eve
Two Days before Black Friday

Robert Dumbrowski was a happy man. No work tomorrow, a good english beer in a pint pot and decades old illegal downloads via china on his bootlegged smart
pad device. Sitting in a chair that was nearly falling apart, his laughter and guffawing threatened to undo the duct tape and bunjee cords that were desperately
keeping the aforementioned furniture intact.

In this case the newly rediscovered and long vilified british comedy known as The Benny Hill Show.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I love when he slaps the little bald guy on the head!!! AHAHAHAHHA!!"

Gata was leaning against the doorway to the bedroom. She was watching Rob and smiled. He seemed so happy and thats what she wanted more than
anything else. The past year had been filled with trials and tribulations both pedestrian and otherworldly. The Reapers, the failing economy, the vampire issue,
street crime, revenge attacks by Hanover and Ridgefield asylum escapees, trying to make ends meet. Matt's driven crusade to find out who sold him out and
combating the roaches in their shitty apartment.

Through it all, Rob was the rock, the foundation. The one who kept a roof over their heads and food on their table. Legitimately. Gata, Mark and Papillion supplemented
their meager living standards through the five finger discounts they could not stop using. Matt also helped with his access to cash he had stashed in secret places
but he had to be sparing so it would not draw attention. Their apartment was their outpost, their fort to keep them safe from the cold, dying country they had the misfortune
to find themselves born into. A base for Matt Donahue to work from in his personal jihad against the mysterious fiend known as No-One.

A place were Jennifer could start to rebuild some sort of life, one that had never been normal but maybe one that could be salvaged. Thoughts of
marriage and a family struck her mind, decadent bourgeois concepts though they were. Rob would be a great father and even their ideological differences
had softened as much as the friction between them translated into really amazing sex. She decided to wait until after their next coupling to tell him the offer
she had gotten and that was extended to all of them.

Jess and Natasha had told her, after one of their 'outpatient' sessions, about Riva relating an offer from the federal government to have Thieves Inc
return on their payroll. Money, legit money. The government was basically trying to hire former 'masks' and super villains to combat both the many unreformed
and new emerging villains as well as the rising Reaper menace. Attempts to contact the newly outed vampire/hemavore population were underway although not successful
as of yet.

Her thoughts returned to the session yesterday:

"Are you serious?" Gata sat on the nearby bed in her tight leather outfit, fiddling with the riding crop she had previously used in her 'outpatient session' on
Jess and Natasha.

"Oh yeah, serious. Totally legit. The statist pigs want to use you guys to combat the other lumpenproles. How sneaky and insidious is that?" Jess laughed
in her green latex  full body straitjacket that was suspended from the ceiling with straps. "Even I have to give them credit for the idea."

"I mean, I have my principles. I was a criminal but to serve the capitalist bourgeois scum? I..I have to think  about it." Gata pondered and then turned to Natasha.
"what do you think, Nat?"

"Mgpphh!!! Mgphh!!!" Natasha answered. She was fully gagged and tied down to the opposite bed in a black leather straitjacket, her feet in stocks.

"Yeah, I know. We really could use the money though. I know Mark and Pap will be on board, but Rob will hate the idea. I'll have to put it to him slowly." Gata

"Oh yeah, I know mister anarcho-fascist. He is pigheaded alright. How is he by the way?"

Jess smiled remembering her brief intense fling with her anarchist opposite. The tension between Gata and her had been uncomfortable for a while because of that and Gata has take it out on Jess a little more in their sessions because of it. Which suited Jess fine, it helped Gata to get the anger out even if Jess had to bear the brunt of it. It was worth it for a woman Jess considered a comrade and sister in the struggle. The struggle against life.

Gata looked at Jess with a stern look. "I told you not to mention him, you silly little anarchist." Gata smiled an evil smile. Uh-oh!

"Mgpmmmmphh!?" Natasha had a concerned look for both Jess and Gata, straining her head to the side and trying to move her arms to no avail.

Gata looked back at the sweet wrestler/amazon and winked. "Don't worry Nat, I won't be too rough on miss Miller. Then I'm coming back for you or should
I say the soles of your feet.."

"Mgphhphh!!" Nat struggled helplessly. The many feathers and brushes on the small table next to her trapped feet awaited.

Gata looked into Jess's defiant eyes. The tattooed former eco terrorist smiled in anticipation and licked her lips. "Do your worst, inmate! Hard on me, soft on Nat. Quite fitting!"


Gata smiled remembering the fun she had with her former nurses the previous day. They were planning to go out later for drinks on Thanksgiving Eve and had
invited her, Pap and the others to come with them. Pap of course would disdain any thought of socializing with her former Nurses even if to get 'revenge' as it were. Mark would love it but Rob did not like to go out much anymore. The idealism Rob had when they were both teenagers had turned into a dark and misanthropic doppleganger and Gata was concerned about his recent apocalyptic and neo calvinist like outlook. She was beginning to realize her responsibility in being Rob's last bridge to any kind of humanity.  It was a cross she would carry with a smile and with all of her being, partly because Rob was also her remaining link to this absurd world. A world where the Revolution always seemed to
be around the corner but never quite coming. A world in which she increasingly saw the Revolution itself being suspect. A world where in the dark night, dreams of blood rivers and fangs and  her ancestors and descendants  struggling in vain against inhuman forces, tormenting her.

"Robert? Do you want to go out tonight?"

"Hmm?" Rob looked up from his entertainment. That British guy was hilarious. He was able to seamlessly do slapstick and innuendo comedy along with impressive musical
numbers. The feminist bolsheviks must have wanted him burned at the stake for the scantily clad women and politically incorrect sensibilities on display. Rob had vaguely remembered his grandfather and grand uncles mentioning how much they had loved the show when they were growing up in the 1980s in New York City. Those rough and uncouth
working men, so not the Americans one wanted now.

"Huh? Go out? You jumping on the Thanksgiving Eve party night bandwagon?"

Rob sneered. It was funny how Rob's demeanor with Gata changed once his dream of being with her was fulfilled. From being a puppy and servant to her every wish he was now colder and slightly more domineering and dismissive. He of course loved her intensely but he had found that letting go of sentiment in other areas of his life was helping him
to cope better with life all around. He was doing the opposite of what his state appointed therapist was telling him to do when he went for his probationary outpatient visits.
The woman was trying to basically tell Rob to become a woman who happened to have male genitals. Rob instead was going back to his surly immigrant  family roots.
Where men were men and women were women even if he was the last man on earth to believe this.

"Uh, No..I just thought since you don't have to go to work tomorrow we could get out of this glorified storage room for a night." Gata responded firmly. Rob was putting on
the 'manly' front again and she was going to challenge him for the umpteenth time. Inside she relished this challenge.

"Where do you want to go? You know I hate loud clubs with lowlifes and amateur alcoholics. I technically broke my probation last month choking and slapping those three guys
in front of all those cameras no less." Rob had an annoyed look and just wanted to get back to watching the forgotten classics from the dark ages of the 20th century saved by the chinese.

"The bar right outside Hanover asylum. It will all be staff and support service locals. No one dares cause trouble there. They have the British style pub stuff you like
in the new addition, one of Emily Waterflower's chain. Quiet enough to talk and the old world ambience. You know, Old school shit for an Old man in a younger man's body like you.."

Rob's face was expressionless. Gata had nailed him again. He was now 33 going on 87.

"Well if you can't beat them, but you know tomorrow I have to get up early." Rob looked over at her with a softer look and smiled.

"For what?" Gata then remembered.

"Oh you still are going to cook a Thanksgiving dinner for tomorrow? Are you serious Rob?"

"As serious as the food I bought last night at the supermarket thats sitting in the fridge." Rob responded, looking down at his bootleg chinese smart pad.

Gata refolded her arms and huffed. "No one does that anymore Rob, we just get chinese take out or pakistani pizza or mexican food. Why bother with that all that,
its just a genocidal holiday anyway."

"I guess its just the reincarnated pilgrim in me, Gata. Its a tradition that I barely remember but I want to do it anyway. Giving thanks to god for what we have
and celebrating the harvest." Rob cooly responded.

Gata was getting more and more used to atheist Rob talking about God as if he existed. She ignored it and went for a more obvious critique.

"I mean, honestly, do you even know how to cook? I don't remember you ever doing it in the past other than those cheap korean kimchi noodle bowls. What I remember is
you eating cold baked beans out of a can and eating peanut butter and banana sandwiches." Gata's face took on a look of disgust describing the past culinary exploits of
Robert Dumbrowski.

"Well I wrote down some recipes I got on the net." Rob pulled out scraps of paper from his pocket. "I mean its not rocket science, its cooking, right?"

Gata shook her head. She already saw them ordering back up take out food. But Rob seemed eager about it and she did not want to ruin the seemingly positive
mood he was now in.

"Come on, Rob, come with us. With me. Please?" Gata gave him that smile that melted his hard heart. Closing his eyes and making that super serious
face he always made when he was debating something in his head. He then looked at her and without a smile gave his answer.

"Just a drink or two, then I'm leaving."

WaterFlowers III

Rob, Mark and Gata were sitting in the lounge with Jess, Natasha and a few other off duty security nurses. Mark was in heaven as many of the patrons
were women who worked at the nearby Hanover asylum. There was music on in the back playing 1980's music at a reasonable volume, which allowed
conversation between the patrons. Rob recognized many of the off duty staff, including the gun toting christian woman with the grenade earrings
and of course the metahuman artillery of Hanover, Mega Nurse Miru. All were in casual dress and they seemed happy enough, many of them were
fit and attractive women. Many had also  been in Hanover from both sides of the padded cell. Rob and Mark were receiving a lot of attention, heterosexual
american men becoming quite rare and while Mark ate it up, Rob was more taciturn.

Miru liked him and Jess still had the eye for Rob as well, but respected that he was Gata's man. Rob vacillated from indifference to the truth that he found
many of them to be gorgeous. But he did not want Gata to feel jealous. Mark always told him to do the opposite but Rob would not bend on that. Dumbrowski
had no time to play games. He did not say much but rather let the women around him talk and talk and talk which they were inclined to do. Most of the
conversation was about work but in this case each new day at their job brought unique and near disastrous new challenges.

"Oh man, last week that blob thing..ugh. It was so disgusting and when we figured out its weakness it formed a giant humanoid shape out of the paralyzed
bodies of the inmates. Thats when we realized it was sentient, it knew we would not attack it head on so as not to harm the inmates inside..sneaky."

Miru was talking about it as if it was just some minor annoyance. She looked at Rob and smiled. Rob decided to be polite.

"How did it turn out?" He said quietly and took another swig of dry cider.

"We froze it and then had to get the inmates out carefully before they suffocated. None were harmed or killed, unfortunately. The Three amigas
were among them. The second Black Widow regained consciousness she threatened to sue us all again..heh. Silly bitch, we at Hanover are to
immune to any charges, criminal or civil." Miru seemed quite pleased at that fact.

Rob felt angry for a second. Bragging about their immunity to any sort of oversight because they were backed by the Government. The anger soon
dissipated as he remembered that such things as the constitution or libertarianism meant little to him now. It was the ghost of his past beliefs and
virtues still echoing from the tomb of disillusionment. A ghost he needed to exorcise once and for all. The ghost had not been wrong but it was no longer
right either, what it extolled was for things that no longer existed.

"How is Vera Khan doing?" Gata asked, a cranberry and vodka in her hand. "I always liked her, the nicest and sweetest assassin I have ever come across."

"Ha. She is always coming along and close to getting into minimum security and then something wacky happens and she gets her hands on
jacket and then the whole joint gets turned upside down. She's in strict isolation again, I'm sorry to say. But she was indeed smiling last time I checked
the security camera to her cell." Jess laughed and then gulped down another pint of guinness.

"Oh..poor Vera." Gata looked concerned.

"Well Gata, I know its a sad truth but many of the patients here are never coming out." Miru said matter of factly.

"Way to ruin the mood, Miru, god!" Jess rolled her eyes.

"Well nothing is impossible. I made it, so did a lot of others. Its not quite so hopeless." Sandra added.

"Quite. If I could make it." A familiar english accent came from behind the girls. Emily Waterflower aka Emily Coulson aka Britannia was visiting.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The Hanover crew squealed in feminine delight at the sight of their sister who had been MIA for a while.

Rob looked around for Mark but he was already by the bar, hitting on a brunette off duty nurse who had once been a super criminal known
for using a female magician gimmick. He was left alone to be submerged by the waves of estrogen. Smiling he finished his second
strongbow. It was not so bad and he had to admit he was relaxed and enjoying himself. That a throwback loser like him was even in the presence
of so many 'super heroines' and now a celebrity billionaire wife was like a cosmic joke. He would not question it further and went to get another cider.

When he returned he saw the famous Emily Waterflower aka Emily Coulson smiling  at him along with Gata.'

"So this is your boyfriend?" Yeah, he could tell she was looking at his tattoos and figuring that Rob was an ex con loser. "So
nice to meet you." She shook his hand firmly and she was quite strong.

"You met him before, he was the Black Ram." Gata explained.

"Oh yes, you threw me into a moving bus when I fought you lot a few years ago, very naughty!"

Gulp! "Uh..oh..I..that was an accident. heh. I'm real sorry Mrs Coulson. I freaked out thinking you died and then I saw you get up and look
pissed we all got out of there..heh.." Rob felt very uncomfortable all of a sudden. He should not have come here.

"AHAHAHAHA!" Brittania slapped him on the back , buckling the big man. "Oh thats quite alright, none of us are saints and I must say that
was an excellent throw." The freckled red head winked at him to show him there were no hard feelings.

"I mean Miru here has punched me more than a few times. Everyone of us has done violence of some sort to the other at some point.
Alien possession, misunderstandings, nervous breakdowns and fights over boys." Emily hugged the mega nurse tightly with a smile, Miru
returning the gesture. "Its okay, can relax here."

Rob gulped his third cider. Man the stuff was refreshing and hid its alcohol well. Thats when Gata put her arms around him and pulled him to her on
one of the lounge couches. Jess also creeped closer eyeing him and Gata. Natasha eyed Jess. The party was just beginning.

Over the next few hours things became blurry. Rob seemed to remember singing karaoke with various Hanover girls and at
one point was singing both "Breaking the Law" by Judas Priest with Britannia and "How Soon is Now?" by the Smiths with Jess.
Then dancing with Gata to some R&B which then turned into some break dancing. Holy crap, Rob had not had this much fun in a while.
No it had to be a dream. Something terrible was waiting in the wings. Some fool was going to try and sucker punch him or get their friends to
jump him all together. Bring it.

Nothing. The place was mostly women who all knew each other and worked for the medico-penal complex right outside.
By the time the place was closing Rob knew that he had just experienced a good time and instead of stumbling home alone,
a beautiful coffee skinned women he had known for half his life was hugging and kissing him and helping him walk. There was Mark and some women he
did not recognize. Surely danger awaited on the bus ride home. God could not allow Rob to have good things for more than a minute, it had to end soon.
Calamity was just around the corner, it had to be.

Instead he was now in a cab. The woman was paying the fair and soon they were at their building. Before he knew it, Gata and him were now
engaging in carnal pursuits. Rob growled and Gata giggled as was her habit. He heard Mark and his new friend in the living room. Matt was nowhere to
be found as was Papillion. Good. This was the Boys night.

The last thing he remembered was hugging Gata. Not tightly or controlling but like he was hanging onto a life preserver. In the moment,
where the past  and future were one he felt beyond this world. Gata. I would die and be reborn a thousand times to keep you safe through the ages.
The fragrance of her skin and the texture of her hair the last sensation he felt.


"Urggghhhhhhh.." The Beast stirred..why the hell was the alarm on? He was off today..go back to sleep.


"Oh shit.."

10 am Thanksgiving Day

Thank god the six legs had been annihilated at least for now. Thank the black market for black flag! The presence of the pests made cooking in the kitchen less appetizing and
geared one towards takeout. There was much work for Rob today. Cooking a traditional Thanksgiving meal for a skeptical and indifferent audience known as his roommates.

Two cups of coffee and now it was time to begin.

A hour or so later Gata woke up and rubbed her sleepy eyes. Yawning all the way into the kitchen. She saw her man cutting leek and sweet potatoes and checking pots on the stove.

"So you are really going through with it, huh?" Rob turned around, he looked tired.

"Oh yeah, this should all be ready by six..a little later then I wanted but.."

Gata smiled, walked over to him and hugged him tightly. This was a good man and an angel sent from above although she knew he would laugh off such a statement.

Rob stopped stirring the gravy and returned her hug with a kiss. She reciprocated and soon Rob forgot about cooking.

A few minutes later he returned to his duties with a new assistant. "You don't mind helping me with this, my lady of leisure?"

"Oh, Im not due for any major parties till late december, I think I can slum for a while.." Gata was serious. Pap and her were planning on crashing
some upscale functions for the holidays for some extra funds. Rob didn't want to know any more about it.

An hour later the rest of the residents of 1784 Ridgley Road apartment 37 awoke to the smell of cooking, a rare exotic phenomenon.

"What the heck is this?" Mark yawned. "Bro, you serious about this thanksgiving nonsense?"

"You'll thank me later when your stuffing your face." Rob retorted. He then noticed a figure behind Mark.

"Uh..hey!  tee hee." The girl Mark had picked up last night, the one who had paid their cab fare. The former Marna the Magnificent.

"Oh hey, our guest. Get ready for a good ol fashioned thanksgiving meal. In your case for getting us home." Rob smiled.

"Oh, okay. I have a midnight shift but I have to get shopping before that so maybe I could stay for a little bit.."

Shopping. On Thanksgiving. Rob shuddered.

"Yeah, man you know we are hitting up the Black Friday shit later!" Mark winked at Gata.

Rob turned to Gata. "You guys are going out tonight?"

Gata looked uncomfortable. "Uh..heh..yeah, we were planning to go out after you go to bed."

Rob looked stunned. "But you guys have no money, what the hell can you even buy?"

Gata was silent.

Mark poured some coffee for his lady friend. "Bro, how dumb are you. We plan to come back WITH money..and a few other items, heh. All those
people beating the shit out of each other, the heart attacks, the chaos its perfect!"

"BAM!!" Rob slammed down one of the unused pots and walked out.

Everyone in the kitchen was silent. Mark was the first to say anything.

"Well I guess we better not tell him about the job offer we got from the government, huh?"

Rob was outside in the rather chilly northern california november. He watched people walk by, the shops were all open and it seemed like just
another day. The only significance Thanksgiving had was as a federal holiday off for the govt workers. The real holiday was now the almighty
and unholy Black Friday. If he smoked he would have busted one out but instead he just pondered the universe again.

"Between Overlords and Consumer Drones." Rob quoted the immortal Earth Crisis. But the drones were fully to blame as well, the way to control
people was not through the boot at least not in the beginning but through appeals to weakness. Why did Robert try to hold on to a tradition
itself that was suspect, an intolerant and fatalistic bunch of outcasts who had torn apart their home country in the 1600's and then decided to
set up shop and build a new jerusalem, elsewhere? People he seemed to be the living incarnation of in his view of this evil, evil universe
of the walking corpses known as humanity.

That Pilgrim thing was partly a myth anyway. It was harvest festival in the end and while undoubtably religious what was so wrong in giving thanks
to God? It seemed a contradiction. But piety meant something. It meant everything. If one did not respect anything greater than the food and stuff
and sex, what was the whole bloody point?

"Dude shut the fuck up and enjoy the moment. Be thankful for the warmth of your apartment, the food, a hot piece of latina ass like Gata
and the fact that you are a man who can look into the mirror and see someone who has honor and respect."

It was the fascist voice again, Rob was starting to make peace with it.

"Now lets go finish cooking and make sure you say grace!"

Now the inner puritan was vying for control.

Rob returned to find Matt back from an all night expedition. Pap was also back. He said hello to Matt and totally ignored the sulking bitch who
was sitting on the couch.

"Hey man, glad your back. Prepare to have a nice home cooked meal." Rob smiled.

"Oh? Oh yes its Thanksgiving isn't it." Matt seemed almost half out of it.

"Just sit back and relax brother, I know its probably not up to the level of your cooking staff at the estate but I'm sure you will like it."

Back in the kitchen Rob was being super careful, following every instruction and watching over every item. It was hard because every body
had their own ways and tips of cooking. But it felt good, cooking as the other inhabitants watched TV and started to have a few drinks again.
Booze was never in short supply.

Then the moment of truth arrived.

Rob made the table, which was rather small but supplemented by a smaller table they found on the street. The food was lined up
and everyone started shuffling to the table.

Matt looked half asleep, Marna kept looking at her watch, Pap refused to come in and stayed on the couch with a bottle of wine. Good
more room at the table.

However Gata looked enthusiastic and Mark was his bro so he was all in as they say.

"Yeah, lets get our grub on!! Whooo!!!" he banged the table with his fists, a fork and knife in each.

"Wait, before we start its time to say a little something..I wish I knew a proper prayer but I think the sentiment will suffice."

"Dear Lord, we thank you for this bountiful feast in this dark and uncertain time. To be together and not as guests of the state, to have freedom however
disenfranchised. To not know what the future holds but to face it with courage and to face it together. To be like a family even if our real families have
been scattered or destroyed by the trend of this dying age. I cherish you all I just want you to know that. Amen."

"Ahhh shut the fuck, you dumb two bit leg breaking polack.."

Pap was drunk and was letting her feelings on the matter be known.

Rob ignored it while Gata went to get up in a rage at her former girlfriend. "No, Gata, its okay." Rob grabbed her shoulder.

"Lets eat."

"Turkey, stuffing with sausage and  leek, sweet potatoes, Pumpkin/butternut squash soup, gravy and cranberry sauce. The traditional Thanksgiving
fare although to be authentic for the first one in New England it should have been, fowl, venison, oysters and lobsters. Thats alright,  fishing
and hunting were illegal and Rob could not do that anyway unless he learned how use a bow or a suppressed fire arm or air gun. People still hunted
despite the ban but Rob was in the middle of the city. Someday.

Gata herself felt conflicted. Thanksgiving was the beginning of the European genocide of the Native Americans. Of course Rob argued with
her that their was no 'America' till Europeans arrived. Her cultural marxist  tendencies ran into the wall of any right wing thinking that rejected
the traditional American conservatism which was handicapped by its liberal origins. The irony was that Rob then turned around and rooted for
and respected the Indians for their fighting prowess and for the fact that they saw what the industrial and commerce obsessed mindset would lead to.
The Indians were farsighted enough to see that this worldview would ultimately lead to the destruction of humanity, its tradition and its very nature.
Rob was so infuriating because of his nuanced and rare way of looking at things.

Once they started eating though, all such political thoughts gave way to the primal satisfaction of hunger to fresh and home cooked food stuffs.

An hour later they were finished. The pumpkin pie was out as was coffee. Everyone was pleasantly surprised that it came out
halfway decent, especially the turkey which Rob had successfully kept from being dry. Matt got up and look like he could barely
stand up. But he looked at Rob with a smile regardless.

"That was great meal Robert and I'm not just saying that. Thank you." He shook his former rival's hand and then retired to the bedroom
for some sleep.

"Amazing! Great Job, bro! I'm stuffed!" Mark gave him a shoulder bump.

Rob felt surreal, things were working out. It was like a dream, a dream that he didn't want to end.

"Heyy guys look those Reapers attacked the city again..hah…" Pap slurred.."Girlls after my owwnn heartttt…ahahhahah!!"

"What!?" They all piled into the room to watch the news bulletin on the tele screen. Faint explosions could be heard in the distance.

"The Reapers are attacking areas all over the city. Concern over the threat and how it will affect retail sales for Black Friday are currently being addressed
by the mayors office." The gay news reporter read off a teleprompter.

"Those bitches.." Rob snarled.

"Ahahahahaha..there gonna cut all your dicks off…ahahaahaha!" Pap was falling over laughing in inebriated bliss.

"Pap!!" Gata angrily grabbed her friend. 'What the hell is wrong with you!!"

"Oh crap, there calling me. I gotta get back to Hanover..emergency protocol. Thanks for the meal. Mark call me!" Marna winked and then
got her stuff and ran out.

"Wait let me escort you, its dangerous out there!" Mark followed her into the hallway.

Rob's phone began to beep as well.

"Yeah. Yeah? What?" Rob's eyes widened.

Gata saw the look of concern on his face. He looked as if he was told some bad news.


"That was my friend at work, our job site, the new construction building was destroyed..I have no job anymore.."

Rob stumbled back into the kitchen.

He knew it. He knew something bad would there was no money. It might take months to be reassigned. He had heard
horror stories about guys waiting for work. Sure there was unemployment but it was hardly enough and was backed up after the last
budget crisis. He might not see a dime for months. But the rent was always due. He saved what he could but it was hardly enough.
Two months rent tops.

"Rob what happened?" Gata grabbed his face gently and turned it to her. Her brown eyes glistening.

"Well, I don't have to come into work tomorrow…heh.."

Gata hugged her man tightly. She respected Rob for refusing to steal or take a hand out unlike the rest of them. But she
knew this would be a blow to his already fragile sense of being.

"We will get through this Rob, we will survive.." Gata murmured.

Rob began to laugh.

"Did you ever think I sold out to the bourgeois? Gata? This is an opportunity. I did all I could..maybe this is a sign from god himself."

Gata was silent. Mark returned. Marna had convinced him, quite accurately, that as a woman she was relatively safe from the Reapers
but that Mark was a target out there.

"Well she is on the way to Hanover..damn. I really wanted to go out for Black Friday tonight."

"We are going." Rob said tersely.

Gata and Mark stared at Rob with widened eyes. Rob was going to take part in the materialistic hedonism of the dying carcass of the United States
of America?

Rob smiled and then had an almost evil look on his face.

"I'm sure the majority of people will still risk their worthless lives for this night of capitalistic lumpenprole sheep mentality insanity. Might as well
take advantage. We are all ghosts in the machine anyway..I've been a fool for upholding values that no longer serve anything other than as
my chains to a parasitic society."

"Rob, are you…serious?" Mark and Gata stared at him. They had not expected this.

"Oh yeah, a few more drinks my comrades and then let us go forth and take what we can from the carcass we call America!"

Gata and Mark smiled.

"Maybe we can take out one of those Reaper bitches too..let me clear the table first."

Afterwards Rob watched the old film King Kong, a Thanksgiving tradition among his ancestors on his smart pad. Gata silently disapproved of the racism
and sexism of the old film but knew not to mention this in front of reactionary radical Rob. Rob identified with no human in the film, although he liked the old
school plain talking fedora wearing tough white guys of the past, but with Kong himself..fighting against the world, primitive or civilized. Jennifer Rivera was
his own personal Fay Wray.

When it was over Rob stood up.

"Lets get dressed and lets get whats ours.."

To Be Continued in The Black Ram Black Friday Special.
The Black Ram Thanksgiving Special
A warm and nostalgic holiday special for Thanksgiving..

Mature! Mature! And Anti PC..


Note- Where I grew up they always showed the classic King Kong on Thanksgiving. One of the greatest films ever made.  This long ass story took over three days to write in between drinking and helping my buddy cook his puerto rican version of Thanksgiving food..

I decide to let Rob have some fun in this.

End Begins

The end begins around us
The signs are too clear to deny
As a new millennium begins
Once faint hoof beats become clearer

An impassable void's creation
Between overlords and consumer drones
Rushes towards its completion
The constitution's ablaze

Freakishness becomes normalcy
The inverse of morality
Abominations praised
And met with open arms

Rome and Babylon's rise
Nears its final stage
Conform, accept in silence
Or die in the mob's rage

Hostility generated
From above
Victims pitted
Against each other

Attention's diverted away
From the actual antagonists
Afflict with sickness to enforce their cure
Synthetic peace carved out of madness

Is the stage set for the
Demonic tyrant's rise?
More and more technology seems geared
To divide, monitor and terrorize

Personal freedoms, surrendered
The means for self-defense given away

Martial law in a new empire
Caesar takes his throne

Contain, control, to dominate
Contain, control, exterminate
Contain, control, to dominate
Contain, control, exterminate

Contain, control, to dominate
Contain, control, exterminate
Contain, control, to dominate
Contain, control, exterminate

Contain, control, to dominate
Contain, control, exterminate
Contain, control, to dominate
Contain, control, exterminate

From the album 'Breed the Killers' (1998)

By Earth Crisis, one of my favorite songs.

Enjoy whats left of the second to last month.

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The Defiance of Nafilee part Fifteen

Nina staggered as she aimlessly walked down the main road leading into the nearby village. Her mind was seemingly blank and she was merely living instinct at this point.

"Town, Town..must find Tirarna..Tirarna..finish this..finish this."

Further back on the road, a hooded figure watched as Nina shambled off. Silent. It then made a religious gesture with its hands, the sign of Vallenkorios.
Next to the sandaled feet of the dark figure was an assassins blade lying on the cold earth of the dirt road. Nina's attempt to kill the hooded stranger obviously
had not been successful.

"Our souls hammer against fate, but a haven for the spirit is waiting. Vallenkorios please protect Nina and the flock who have went astray, save them from the wolves."

The hooded figure now followed behind Nina ever so slowly.

The Riverside Docks

Tirarna scanned the area constantly. She and her elven compatriots wore the clothes of river pirates, courtesy of Bakbey Khan. Their hair tied up and hidden under head scarves. Milling about the drunkards and lumpen who gave them odd, probing stares. Tirarna had a blade or two for any fool who pried further. But she was not just taking care of her self, the two Elves could be a liability. The Drow was going to be an issue but at this point leaving her behind might leave evidence to track them down.

Her main concern was Zashariel, was she tough enough for the journey to come? Tirarna severely doubted it but whenever she looked at her something strange happened.The beautiful pale skin, the blond locks and crystal blue eyes combined with an otherworldly energy to captivate the hard black heart of the Dragon Empress. Tirarna imagined them safely away, sharing a bed in some far off place. Laughter, wine and other things. Planning for the future of a resurrected Dragon Empire. Zashariel would be her advisor
and liaison to the High Elf Kingdoms and would be made Queen of her own Kingdom again.

A mad dream perhaps, but Tirarna was a madwoman. It was time to accept that. It was madness that had taken a young girl whose family had been slaughtered by the Eagle centurions to become a resistance leader and then the founder and empress of her own Empire. Yes. Madness to face down and tame the dragons. Madness to try and return to a throne of her own creation after losing it all. Tirarna would make sure upon her return to eminence that she would be known as the "Mad Dragon Empress".

The thought made her smile. Wearing her crown crooked, speaking in Dragonese, maybe she would even wear her VielsDen Keep hugger suit untied after razing the place and putting its inhabitants to the sword. That would scare the hell out of her enemies. The mad Empress with her Elven consort and lover all smiles and courtesies. The silly Drow her court Jester. Oh yes, despotism was as much an art form and as creative as any other.

Back to the present. Tirarna was waiting for BakBey and his men to show up. She expected constables or VielsDen sisters to show up just as well. No one was to be
trusted but the river pirates did have honor she had to admit. Then again things change..situations, circumstances, people. Always change.

"I wanna eyepatch!" Levreis blurted out.

Tirarna was startled by the Drow's outburst.

"You! I will give you a reason to have an eyepatch!" Tirarna snarled and she pulled her knife halfway out of her scabbard to make her point.

"Ahh!" Levreis drew back.

"Tirarna, please. Don't get so excited, you know how Levreis is." Zashariel put her gentle hand on Tirarna's shoulder.

Tirarna turned to her Elven lover and soon found herself lost in her eyes. The power she seemed to have over her was almost unearthly.
Tiranra resisted but soon found her emotions calmed as the high elf embraced her and she felt her anger, fear and rage leave instaneously.

"I..but..we need to be vigilant..we need."

"No, my love this is what you need." Zashariel then deeply kissed Tirarna  who tried to resist but then felt herself overpowered. She surrendered to the
swoon. Tirarna bowed to no one but at this moment, Zashariel was her empress. She allowed the Elf to dominate her.

All the while Levreis stared on.

" nice. I wonder, hmmmmm." Her eyes then closed halfway and she smiled.

Zashariel then released Tirarna who seemed almost half dazed and utterly powerless. And confused.


Before she could recover she was deeply kissed again, this time by Levreis who bowed Tirarna over as if she was some lecherous Southern noble.

Tirarna also gave in, still in a semi trance. The Drow. She had to resist but..but.

Zashariel stood back and smiled as a red glint sparkled in her blue eyes.

Tirarna passed out.

"Uh..huh..Dragon Lady? Dragon Lady? Wake up!"

Levreis gently laid her down on the cobblestone and had a look of panic. "Oh No! Zashariel!? What happened to her?!"

"Poor Tirarna, the woman has so much on her mind. She needs her rest. Don't you think so, Ravenkuarra?"

Levreis stared at Zashariel, more accurately the demon possessed Zashariel.

"Ooh..its you! You know you should leave Zashariel alone. She is so nice and beautiful." Levreis had an annoyed look on her face.

"Ha. So you are still Levreis? Where is Ravenkuarra, I know she is in there. Let me talk to her." Zashariel said in a voice that was not her own.

Levreis looked confused. "Ravenkuarra? Who is that?" Then a painful look emerged on her face. " The bad voice..the bad voice."

Now Levreis fell to the ground, holding her head. "No! I don't like you! I don't want to hear you are mean! Ngh!"

A few seconds later, Levreis arose. Smiling.

"Well, I seem to have control again, for a while anyway. So my fellow traveler in darkness. What do you want to talk about?" Ravenkuarra now
spoke, free from her flesh and blood prison called Levreis.

"Well I figure this is as good a time as any to discuss our parting of ways. What are your plans?" Zashariel the possessed said.

"I'm sure they will be caught soon and Levreis and Tirarna will be back in VielsDen Keep. I need to go back there so one way or another
I will try to get Levreis caught. What happens to Tirarna is not my concern, nor whatever happens to you." Ravenkuarra laid out her intentions.

"What if I could help you? Gain more control over this nitwit, allowing you to do whatever it is you want to do in VielsDen Keep?" Zashariel responded.

Ravenkuarra did not respond at first.

"Help from a Demon is no help at all. I see how you have 'helped' these foolish high Elves. Do you think think I am one of them?"

"Oh no, Drow are too dark for us to possess. No fun, no corruption and you lot are wise to us. If anything you exploit many of my kin and enslave them.
I hate you but fear and respect you as well." Zashariel who was not Zashariel spoke in a deep tone.

"Fear and Respect is all that matters. But I am intrigued by your offer. Anything to gain control over my cracked little puppet descendent."

Zashariel laughed and began to speak with Ravenkuarra. The words were in an unknown language. Not of this earth but from beyond.

The two Elves, light and dark began to laugh.

By the time Tirarna stirred, they were done with their parley.

"Ohh..I fainted? How?" Tiranra looked in both directions in a panic. How long had she been out?

Zahariel and Levreis returned to their normal states.

"Tirarna, dear. You passed out! Are you okay?" Zashariel hugged and stroked the head of the dragon empress.

"I'm fine..I think..what happened? I.."

Levreis also seemed confused.

"Whoah..what happened..the mean voice..oh..I don't like you! I don't. The bunny knights need to get you!" She rambled on, grabbing her head.

"Well I see the imbecile is still the same.." Tirarna smiled weakly.

"You have to admit she is quite lovable in her own way. When we are safe can we keep her? Like a little pet?" Zashariel chuckled.

"Yes, my love. I already have her slated to be my court jester, you my consort and me the 'mad empress'. There is much to look forward to
for us. But we have to get out of here first. Have you seen any of BakBey's men?" No time for fantasies of the future, the here and now required
urgency. Her plans could fall apart at any time.

"Rag Empress! Finally I have found you, time for our second round!"

Tirarna and her too companions turned to see three large women standing by the main dock.

No! Not now..not them. There was no time for this! Tirarna's frustration and fear immediately turned into focused anger.

Freika and her two fellow M'runsai amazons stood ready for action.

"I have not time for you barbarians. Leave us now." Tirarna said in a steady focused voice,

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! You might have no time for us, but my companions and I have all the time in the world for you. You are mine, Rag Empress."

Freika looked at the two elves dressed as pirates that were with her. A strange look emerged.

"Two elves, A Drow and a High.."

Freika realized who was before her. The wanted posters were quite clear, the drawings perfectly matching.


Tirarna laughed.

"Amazon you just signed the death warrant for you and your sisters. You know who I am, there can be no witnesses."

Freika had to hold back her two sisters who snarled and attempted to attack.

"Oh No..not yet. We have a situation here. We have to decide. Do we want the reward?" Freika smiled evilly.

"She killed our kind, even if they were not allies. She has to pay!" The bald, scarred amazon, Meneva, shouted.

"There is a lot of money if we take them to the authorities." The dark skinned one, Oyambio, pointed out. "Still our honor
as amazons means more than money."

Tirarna noticed that they were all alone. The few hang arounds hightailing it due to the murderous reputation of the M'runsai.
Good, there would be no other witnesses.

"Oh no, we are not turning them in or killing them. What better way to get revenge on the scourge of the amazons then by making
the great dragon empress my pleasure slave!" Freika grinned a broken toothed smile.

Tirarna felt dishonored just by the suggestion.

"The only way you would get your wish, vulgar amazon, is to become a lover of the dead. Like the necrophilic cemetery goblins. It the only way
you will defile me!" Tirarna got ready for battle.

"You are outnumbered, dear dragon empress. I doubt the two elves can fight and I'm sure your layoff in the asylum has dulled your reflexes."

Freika looked like a brute but she was no dummy.

"You should thank me, I will make sure you don't go back to that loony bin and Im sure my sisters will enjoy the pleasures your elven consorts would provide."

"Never had an elf before..heh.." Oyambio smiled.

"I have, they squeal but are weak..and thats just their males. I want the thats who I want!" Meneva licked her lips.

Zashariel had no expression of fear. Tirarna was proud of her, she had expected her to be frightened and showing fear was like meat to wolves to
women like this. But the soft high elf had really surprised her. Good, her future consort was well chosen. Tirarna was proud of her.

Levreis however looked confused again.

"Big scary amazon, what would you want me for?" Levreis chuckled nervously. "I'm a minor royal so, I never had a job..I have no real skills..heh."

The amazons all laughed at the naiveté of the Drow.

"Levreis just stay in the back here with Zashariel. If these cavewomen get past me and try to grab you, stab them in their necks and eyes with the daggers
Bakbey gave you!" Tirarna whispered to the two Elven women as she prepared to face three amazons by herself.

This was not a fight. This was to be an assassination, neutralizing both witnesses and a threat.

"Serpent, give me strength"

To Be Continued.
The Defiance of Nafilee part Fifteen
Things heat up as the Defiance of Nafilee hurtles to its explosive conclusion.
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The Peacock: HallowMass Destruction part Seven

A Hidden location
Oct 31, 2041

"Cut. CUT!! Damn it!! How the hell do you sing your stupid brain dead songs in concert?" Jack O Lantern lifted up his Doctor Malfactorium mask and started to yell at the shivering and sobbing 'actress' before him.

Kidnapped pop star Jenera who was portraying Maria Finari, the outspoken and head strong 1950's Italian communist/actress from the second Doctor Malfactorium film, began to sob and shiver in fear. A long black wig covering her natural blonde hair and a cob web/blood spattered wedding dress covering her slim, elite frame.

"WAHHHHH!! OH PLEASE..I'm Sorry..I'm so nervous..I need a teleprompter...I never did a movie before…sob! Please don't hurt me!!"

"The film is valuable and is being processed as we speak to convert to digital broadcast. Timing is of the essence!" Director/actor Jack O' Lantern yelled.

Behind him the Candy Corn twins portrayed his nurse assistants. The two women hated nurses for obvious reasons but were willing to don the uniform of their hated tormentors to please the man they would willing give their lives for. Behind them the hired goons were manning the 35 mm camera, an antique, and various lights and prop devices. Further in the back the dailies were being developed on antique film processing equipment and then immediately transferred digitally to an editing board on a laptop. The goons had been trained for this from money from Jack O lanterns and the Candy Corn twins past capital acquitted from past capers. There was plenty of ways to
hide and amass money in the underground economy in the further declining America. Ridgefield and Hanover asylum inmates knew their money was in good hands in between incarcerations due to the many brokers both legit and not so legit.

"We are behind schedule! I'm getting mad and I need to take it out on someone! Its still the morning but this has to be done in the afternoon. If we don't make it, I'm killing everyone in here other than the Twins!" Jack O' Lantern roared.

The unwilling actors and goons all started sweating. Goons in Nefcon City either made out or ended up dead. Like most things it was a roll of the dice.

Jenera was crying and Carl stepped up to console her. He embraced her and let her bury her head into his shoulder.

"WAAHAHHHHHH.. I'm sorry..I'm afraid…I don't want to cause anyone to be harmed..I'm not an actress. I mean my music videos take a long time to film. That australian guy, the director he is always yelling at me..sob.." Jenera cried.

Carl now felt bad he had slapped her before. She was barely out of being a teenager and probably had no life since she was a show business kid, groomed to be a money maker for some manipulative domineering parents and a sleazy business manager. In the end Carl was a man, his current outfit not withstanding, and he needed to take care of and help this woman even if the odds of their survival was slim.

"It's okay, luv. Just relax. You didn't ask to be here. Normal directors are psychotic control freaks enough, but this guy is that on steroids." Carl consoled her and stroked her head, while glaring angrily at Jack O' Lantern and his female assassin bodyguards.

"Oh? Because I demand excellence for my art, I am psychotic?" Jack O' Lantern retorted. The Candy Corn twins were poised to strike. They did not like Carl.

'No, because you are a bloody wacko and a criminal with the stupidest gimmick I have yet seen!" Carl exploded. He was angry not only for his current situation but also all the trouble this man had brought down on the head of the man he loved.

"HoHo! I am surprised at the amount of spirit you have shown. Do you think you have what it takes to portray Antonina Gasparino, in all her defiant glory!?"

Jack O' Lantern was grinning like his namesake.

"Oh? A challenge!? I'll show you! Give me the script!" Carl came forward. His black hair covered in a blond wig and made up like a tart. He would show his considerable show business skill and years of improvised drag show experience.

Within ten minutes he was giving the performance of his life, just to spite the enemies that had him and Jenera in their control.

"AHHHHH!! Oh where is my beloved Marco to help me? Ohhhh…" The fainting was perfect.  Antonina was always in peril and
fainting left and right in the presence of horror and danger. Even Jenera was impressed. Jack O' Lantern had his hand on his mouth and was deep in thought.

"Nice. You are probably going to single handedly save this production! AHAHAHAHAH!! Let us proceed!!"

Carl inwardly laughed. He had better. He had watched the long deceased actresses performance nearly ten times in the last week thanks to
Matt and his rigorous study of the Doctor Malfactorium movie trilogy. Jack O' Lantern seemed pleased and this gave Carl some room to work with to think of a plan for escape or even sabotage. He didn't think those films were so stupid now.

"I'll say. Do your worst, Doctor Malfactorium! Marco will save me! You dastardly villain!"  Carl was really getting into the role.

Jenera started to chuckle. " are good. You are gay, right?"

Carl merely smiled in return. If he could get Jenera to calm down, he might even be able to turn the tables on these freaks. He leaned over to her and spoke softly.

"Maybe. But no time for that. The two other 'actors' we have are useless. They are dead meat.You need to act like a real spoiled and arrogant woman who hates and even sabotages the efforts to save her due to her single minded devotion to an ideology that is merely a platform for her own ego. Do you understand. Be a real entitled bitch who talks about everyone being equal but lives like the worst aristocrat."

"" Jenera looked puzzled.

", snobby people."

"Oh! Heh..yeah.." Jenera understood.

"Okay..ACTION!!" Jack O' Lantern

Nefcon City

"Is this really necessary?" Matt felt uncomfortable being carried by Mega Nurse Miru as they flew through the blue skies of a clear Halloween morning.

"Well, it is quicker than your bike and you weigh next to nothing so it is easy to carry you, even if you are larger then me. Don't worry, this is strictly professional." Miru smiled.

This was awkward but it really was for the best. Miru was able to cover more ground and they needed to stay together as communication between them was not efficient otherwise.

"So you said you have seen the movies, Jack O' Lantern is inspired by. Did he have a secret hide out in the film?" Miru asked.

"It changed every film but it always took place on hallowed ground, either a church yard or graveyard. Probably a reaction against the catholic mores in italian society, although the director became a staunch catholic later in life. Typical radical to reactionary evolution."

Miru Laughed. "Oh yeah, it takes someone too smart for their own good to be a liberal pussy and then life shows them otherwise."

The Peacock felt offended but kept it in. The dreadful woman would be a right winger, perfect for her authoritarian occupation.

"Maybe you will go in that direction too! Ever thing about that mister Peacock?" Miru smiled.

"What?! How do you know what I think about stuff like that? You have no idea what my political or social beliefs are!" Matt retorted.

"Oh I can tell. Especially the defensive way you responded. I mean I have to bring back all the Hanover girls due to my orders, but you are a free agent and
you never kill them. I can smell a left wing liberal do gooder from a mile away. My boss is one, though I love her to pieces."

"You know nothing about me!" Matt was getting nervous. How much did Miru know? Obviously she had no idea that he had no interest in women like her but that was yet another secret he had to keep. How ironic that what he was open about in public what he had to be hidden about in a shadow world of masks and subterfuge.

"You're new to this, Peacock. You have been active for only two years from when I first saw you on television. You will learn. I just hope
that you don't get killed before you start to grow up and realize the truth." Miru's voice took a serious turn.

"I have no idea what you are talking about. Why can't we just focus on the mission at hand and forget the personal stuff, I mean in the end who are we to each other anyway?" Matt responded.

Miru did not respond right away. But when she did she responded almost with a sad voice.

"Who are we? We are amongst the only superheroes in this world. There was Britannia although she had recently seem to suspend her activities mysteriously. Two heroes and thousands and thousands of villains. The comic books lied."

Matt pondered that profound insight. One he had thought about constantly on many dark nights.

"Yeah, they did.."

Immediately Miru changed her tone.

"Lets check out that abandoned church. It'll take a minute to sweep. I'll use my tachyon vision!"

Matt laughed at the irony. Batman was gay and Superman was a chick. Hadn't they done that in comics already? Yeah, back in 2025 just before the comic companies all went digital. But those had been gimmicks for sales. They were the real deal.

In A Hidden Location
Early afternoon

"How is the editing looking?"

"Well boss, I mean its not a full length film but where getting somewhere. We just need to film the death scenes of the major characters and all. All the pick up shots were done before." A more literate henchmen answered.

"Good. Good." Jack O' lantern rubbed his hands together as was his habit.

"But uh..well.." The henchmen mumbled nervously.

"Well? What." Jack O' Lantern looked annoyed.

"Well, I seems incomplete. The movies always had that inspector guy show up and save the day. I know this time you want Doctor Malfactorium to win, but."

"I know, there is no Inspector Marco character in this. Yet. Our man will show up soon..hahahahah!" Jack O' Lantern laughed evilly.

"Show up?" The henchman was confused.

Jack O' Lantern walked back to the set. "Okay, back to filming. Get ready girls, I need you to really get into your characters."

The Candy Corn twins remained expressionless. They both thought they looked silly in their slutty halloween nurse costumes unlike their very tasteful candy corn costumes.


"No! NO!!! You cannot kill me..NO..My life is for Italy and my life is for the workers!! You are an agent of the bourgeois! Trying to stop the march of the international! No..No! Mussolini could not stop me, you will not either. My life is for the struggle. You can never kill the revolution!!! I die for socialism!"

Jenera seemed to almost be possessed by the character of Maria Finari. She writhed defiantly in her bonds, attached to a horrible torture contraption that slowly ground up its victim.

Jack O' lantern was smiling under his Doctor Malfactorium mask. This was going great. The little singing idiot had somehow turned around and began acting for all it was worth. It looks like that drag queen had brought out the best in her. What a shame they both had to die shortly!

Jenera then turned her head away and closed her eyes, ready for her fate. In the actual film the actress had put on a speech and then became totally craven and begged for her life at the end. This was a controversy in Italy for decades as the director seemed to be a leftist but apparently eschewed marxism. He of course argued at the time that it was aimed at fake 'cafe marxists' as he said it, but years later said he had unconsciously meant it. He had become quite a traditionalist catholic at the end. Those crazy Italians..

"Cut! Excellent! Excellent!"

Jenera smiled and had momentarily forgotten that she was in mortal danger.

"Wow..I can't believe I pronounced that italian guys name right! Those names are tricky..heh.."Jenera exclaimed in reference to the
historical figure who lead the Fascista in the first half of the 20th century.

Carl aka Antonina was tied to a combination rack/iron maiden. He gave Jenera a smile to show support and approval. She really had talent within her, totally wasted by the low culture music of top 40 garbage.

"Okay, for your little performance. Do you think you can match the dumb blonde?" Jack O' Lantern sneered.

"I can be as dumb as they come, mate!" Carl snapped back. "Let see if you can handle this.."


Carl cleared his throat and closed his eyes. He was already into the character of gutsy but way out of her league amateur investigator (but professional damsel in distress) Antonina Gasparino. Focus.


Carl was screaming at the top of his voice and affecting as feminine a register as was possible. Vainly struggling on the rack, it was the pure old school helpless heroine waiting for the hero bit. Quite refreshing in this day and age as every action hero in the movies were now almost entirely women.

"Yes! Yes! This is great!" Jack O'Lantern was thrilled beyond belief. This performance brought out the diabolical spirit of Doctor Malfactorium!"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! Foolish woman! There is no chance for you..pretty young thing. The only difference between you and the rotting masses in the nearby cemetery is that they have already made the crossing you are yet to make! Consider me your Ferryman on the River Styx of this unworthy and pitiless world!! AHAHAHAHAHAH!!"

Damn. He was pretty good, Carl had to admit. He must have watched those movies a thousand times. He had every nuance and inflection and gesture down pat.

Also to be fair he had a lot of experience to draw on being an escaped disfigured criminally insane genius mastermind himself.

The Candy Corn twins did their acting bit. They put their hands defiantly in the air..and said nothing.

It was Carl's turn again.

"NOOOO!!! You maniac, Marco will stop you. Ohhh!! Please, PLEASE someone save me! Oh Holy Father Please!! Oh Holy Virgin Mother! SAVE ME!!
WAHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Oh won't someone save me, sob!"

Carl could not believe that he was going all out as that annoying damsel in distress character in the movies. Well he was probably going to die anyway. might as well go 100%. Then again Jack O' Lantern seemed pleased and that might buy him and Jenera some time. To say he was infusing his own fear into the performance was a quite accurate assessment.


"Cut! Cut! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! Perfect. Perfect! You will be the last to die. You should be honored although you might have a chance if your precious 'Marco' can save you!" Jack O' Lantern hinted.

Carl looked over and had to turn his head to get the rather itchy blonde locks of his wig off his nose.

"Well, I have yet to see the actor portraying Inspector Marco so either you are playing game with me..or."

He then looked over at Chief Wagner who was strapped into a chair with many tiny drills waiting to finish him off in a quite grisly manner.

Carl's eyes widened. He then turned to Jack O' Lantern again.

"That Fat loud mouthed fuck is not Marco is he?!"

"MGPHHHHHHHH!!" Chief Wagner grunted. That little bastard boyfriend of Matt Donahue! Wagner had to publicly worship gays and lesbians to make any headway in the progressive hierarchy of Nefcon City. Progressive or not he was still a fat white male aka 'a white guy' and the antipathy in society to 'white guys' was now overt unless maybe one was in lockstep with the prevailing zeitgeist of ethnomasochism. But he still hated that little bastard if only for the nasty looks he gave him all the time. What did he ever do to him?

"Oh, no heavens no. How could this quivering idiotic mass of blubber be the hero, Inspector Marco? AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!"

"MGPHHHHHHH!!!!!" Chief Wagner was going to get that squashed head bastard if it was the last thing he ever did. At least after he dealt with the Peacock And the little faggot!! Oops..that was going too far. Even facing death he still wondered if any one had heard his faux paus. He had been trained well. Oh yeah he was gagged. Whew! No one would ever know he had used the dreaded 'F' word.

"Well I do hope my darling hero arrives to save my ass. I really don't feel like dying today. You know "Jack" you really have ruined my plans tonight." Carl said his annoyance undermining the seeming danger he was in.

"Oh, Have I? Well, after your great performance tonight I must say you have my apology but to be honest, A lot of people's plans are going to be ruined tonight. After this film is finished Halloween is going to end with a Bang! New Years might as well as start now, after tonight Nefcon City will NEVER be the same again. AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!!"

Jack O' Lantern laughed maniacally. Everyone on the set and in the back had chills go up their spine, except of course for the Candy Corn Twins who began to join in.


The roof exploded as a blast of energy shook the hidden location, a vast underground vault under the Olde  Nefcon Cemetery.

The Henchmen and crew scattered as the helpless actors tied to their devices shuddered from the force.

Jack O' Lantern and the Candy Corn Twins turned to face the their new guests.

Mega Nurse Miru floated down through the hole she made with a tachyon blast with the Peacock in her other arm.

Carl looked at his salvation! He always came through! Always! Many feelings rose within him.

Oh, the Mega bitch was with him. Oh well, right now he was Miru fan. Wait, was she? Slapping his butt!?


Matt was shocked.

"YOU!!" Carl strained on the rack angrily.

"Go get em 'Cock',heh." Miru laughed.

Matt turned with an angry look but only for a moment. Without Miru he probably would never have found Jack O' Lantern. This was her version of flirting. More important concerns were on the table.

"Well, well. Your beloved Marco has come to rescue you, dear Antonina! AHAHAHAHA!!!"

Another shock. Matt stiffened. He knew..his secret was known to Jack O' Lantern. Oh God..

Feelings of both panic and anger shot into him.
Just when he felt as if his prayers were answered another blow to the crusade of the Peacock. How, how could he have figured it out!?

Carl also stared with a shocked look. He was also wondering if Jack O' Lantern knew of their secret relationship and thus the
Peacock's secret identity.

The Candy Corn twins faced the duo with their blades in the ready. They seemed slightly hesitant. Even they knew they could not take
least conventionally.

"Well, well, well..the Cavity twins, Yella and Carrot top. You know you ladies were scheduled for a ton of special therapy before you escaped, you didn't run out to avoid the new electro reflexology did you?" Miru smiled sadistically.

The normally expressionless Candy Corn Twins seemed to look slightly nervous but only for a brief moment. The killing countenance soon returned. They got their blades ready.

Miru got ready. She was not entirely immune to sharp objects, it was the energy that protected her so she could not take them lightly but their defeat was most likely a foregone conclusion.

"Oh Miru! Before you start to wallop on my loyal and lovely but overmatched amazons maybe you should look at the TV screen!" Jack O' Lantern gloated.

Miru looked at the screen and saw the center of Nefcon City and its annual Halloween celebration almost ready to start as soon as the sun went down.

"Uh, yeah. Its the Halloween celebration, big whoop?"

"Look at all those lovely, lovely Pumpkins. Hundreds, nay thousands! Ready for tonight! AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!"

Miru looked at the Peacock with an annoyed look. "We'll stop by Ridgefield first  and dump him there on the way back to Hanover." Jack O'Lantern was a diabolical genius but not a great fighter and would be less of a fight than the CC twins. Miru had walloped plenty of Ridgefield villains. Men, Women, Other..all were punching bags for Miru's fists.

"Surrender Jack O' Lantern! Its over! You failed. If you give up peacefully maybe I won't beat the hell out of you like last time!" Peacock snarled.

"Oh No, the camera's are still running my friend. The main star of this movie has arrived!"

Both Miru and Peacock had a puzzled look.

"The Crimes of Doctor Malfactorium starring The Peacock!" Jack O Lantern shouted at the top of his lungs.

"MGPHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Chief Wagner was also trying to shout at the top of his lungs. His eyes filled with hate at the sight of the blasted
vigilante trouble maker the Peacock. That fact he was there to rescue them was seemingly irrelevant.

"Alright enough of this crap time to drag you all back to the nut house." Miru's fists began to glow.

"The Pumpkins! Miru! Look at the Pumpkins!" Jack O' Lantern pointed excitedly at the TV Screen.

"Yeah so what, I see a Pumpkin right in front of me. Its talking and I wanted to punch its face in!" Miru chuckled.

" Miru our little science experiment." A Pumpkin was rolled out by some of the goons.

"Watch this." Jack O' Lantern pulled out a device. Pointing it at the Pumpkin he pressed a button on the handle.



The loud explosion reverberated through the vault. Smoke rose from where the Pumpkin sat, its innards and seeds all over the wall and on some of the actors still fastened to the torture devices.

"Ach!! Oh ..Bloody hell..get this off me.." Carl caught the brunt of the pumpkin slop.

Matt looked at Carl and was filled with a desire to call out to him and free him immediately. He was safe other than the gourd gore but for how long with this maniac who had somehow booby trapped Pumpkins possibly throughout the whole city. No, he had to keep his emotions hidden. Carl understood.

"Now look at the screen again, Miru." Jack O' Lantern grinned. She understood.

"I have to stop all these Pumpkin time bombs!" Miru turned to the Peacock.

"You know this was the plan all along to deal with you, right?" The Peacock gritted his teeth.

"Yeah, I know." Miru's mouth was a perfect straight line.

"You didn't think I knew you would show up, Mega Nurse Miru!?" Jack O' Lantern snarled. "Tormenting my poor girls, well this is how we negate all your vaunted power! Even if you save most of the city,  you can't save them all. Now away with you! or I set them all off now!"

Miru got angry but had to back off. For now.

She flew up and out to try and figure out a plan but the Peacock was alone. She should be concerned for the city but in truth Hanover was more her concern…and Rainbow boy. And the CC twins.

"Damn. Think girl..think!"

The Peacock was now alone and surrounded by both the Candy Corn twins and about ten henchmen.

"You sick fiend, you are not going to get away with this. Before Halloween is over you will be defeated like before." Matt knuckled up.

"Hey boss, let me pop one of the hostages. That will make bird boy think twice about fighting us." Lou Manello whipped out his gun and pointed at Carl's head.

Carl gritted his teeth. He was being used against Matt and it was tearing his heart out.

"No..what is the point of that? You fool. We are still filming a movie,after all!  The main star is before you! The film editing is done. Now we go digitally!"

The CC twins and the henchmen all put on small sport motion cameras on their chests clipped on with an elastic band.

"Get ready to broadcast!"

"Ladies and Gentlemen, get ready for the Vengeance of Doctor Malfactorium!! He will succeed where Jack O' Lantern failed!! AHAHAHAHAH!!"

Jack O' Lantern slipped on his Dr Malfactorium mask.

Once again the Peacock was alone. What else was new.

Jack O ' Lantern was ever more insane if that was possible. On the plus side, there was no mention of his identity. Carl's apprehension really was
an ironic if demented coincidence.


All that mattered now was saving Carl. No matter what. That meant LETHAL force if necessary.
Nothing else mattered. Not the ungrateful city. Not Wagner or that dumb singer. Not anything.

"ACTION!!" Jack O' Lantern screamed.

"You want action, boys and girls?!" The Peacock smiled. "You got it!"

The Peacock: HallowMass Destruction part Seven
Setting up the explosive finale. I was actually thinking this would be hilarious if this was an actual animated show and very, very controversial in different ways. There is a lot going on and enough to piss off nearly every one. Good.

One more chapter to go!

The comic books lied..



United States
Current Residence: the declining Northeast USA
Favourite genre of music: Black metal, classic metal, Italian horror music prog rock, classic disco and rap.
Favourite style of art: Drawings..
Operating System: Out of date
Personal Quote: Not ANOTHER stupid white guy commercial!?!!?

End Begins

The end begins around us
The signs are too clear to deny
As a new millennium begins
Once faint hoof beats become clearer

An impassable void's creation
Between overlords and consumer drones
Rushes towards its completion
The constitution's ablaze

Freakishness becomes normalcy
The inverse of morality
Abominations praised
And met with open arms

Rome and Babylon's rise
Nears its final stage
Conform, accept in silence
Or die in the mob's rage

Hostility generated
From above
Victims pitted
Against each other

Attention's diverted away
From the actual antagonists
Afflict with sickness to enforce their cure
Synthetic peace carved out of madness

Is the stage set for the
Demonic tyrant's rise?
More and more technology seems geared
To divide, monitor and terrorize

Personal freedoms, surrendered
The means for self-defense given away

Martial law in a new empire
Caesar takes his throne

Contain, control, to dominate
Contain, control, exterminate
Contain, control, to dominate
Contain, control, exterminate

Contain, control, to dominate
Contain, control, exterminate
Contain, control, to dominate
Contain, control, exterminate

Contain, control, to dominate
Contain, control, exterminate
Contain, control, to dominate
Contain, control, exterminate

From the album 'Breed the Killers' (1998)

By Earth Crisis, one of my favorite songs.

Enjoy whats left of the second to last month.

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chestrockwell69 Featured By Owner 5 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
LesleyHammond Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the faves :) but should I work further with the ghost?
single-leg Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2014
I dunno, my problem is I want to put a million things on something
when minimalism is better..but you  are a real artist so you could make it work.
chestrockwell69 Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Grimjest Featured By Owner Nov 13, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you. :)
LesleyHammond Featured By Owner Nov 13, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the faves and comments. Welcome back :)
single-leg Featured By Owner Nov 13, 2014
Nah its great stuff! I love the surrealism and the photography..
the different artistic medias are all linked.
DeusArtMachina Featured By Owner Nov 13, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hey, thanks for favouriting my Devilman picture! :D
single-leg Featured By Owner Nov 13, 2014
You are welcome!
chestrockwell69 Featured By Owner Nov 11, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
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