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Three minutes to High Noon. The minute hand clicked loudly on the rusted clock tower and the sound echoed across the deserted town. JR slid off his horse and his spurred boots landed upon the dusty ground of Broccoliville. All was silent and the sun seemed to be the only one out to play. The sordid low-life scum of this town knew exactly why he was here. It wasn't to stop the gambling or the cooties being passed around over at the Saloon. No, the townspeople knew he was here for a duel: a duel against their corrupt, gun-totin' Sheriff for the possession of the map. It had brought many like JR in the past, all of which lay six feet under in t

Jupiter had died. Kremlin entered his spaceship and immediately he knew something was wrong. He had never liked his pet Jupiter but sadness struck him as he locked the hatch behind him. He was now alone in his ship for the first time. Space felt different alone. Harvest Moon had been Kremlin's ship for the past fifteen years and Jupiter's for even longer. When he bought the ship from some avid gambler strapped for cash Jupiter, the giant hairy slug, was already living inside the hull. Kremlin, being the heartless guy he was, had always meant to kick her out at the next stop but he procrastinated. It wasn't until now after the ugly thing was

Triple Sat: Three Tables in Three Acts    Triple Sat (Verb): A restaurant term where a host/hostess seats three tables consecutively to one server. The server, while still smiling politely, runs around frantically trying to be in three places at once. It's not pretty, the guests feel like they received bad service, and usually said host/hostess gets cursed at behind his or her back for the rest of the night. This also comes in other forms such as "double sat", a frustrating but manageable situation, and "quad sat", which means find a manager for help A.S.A.P. and cross fingers the host/hostess loses his or her job.  

I'm pretty sure I was born a nerd but at certain times in my life, I took nerd to a whole new level. Level 80 to be exact. In November of 2008, I was bored and living in a city where I knew absolutely no one so naturally I joined a social group. Only problem this one wasn't the local pub-crawlers or soccer team. It was called a Guild. That's right a Guild in the infamously popular online game World of Warcraft. A complete online world where people with no lives, like myself, come and create fantastical ones that still don't succeed at making them happy.  Within this game, you make a character that can be an elf archer, troll shaman, orc warr

Continue? 5,4,3,2,1. Cue the indie-rock, roll the credits. Sorry for the lack of spoiler warning but that was in fact the ending to "Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World," a blockbuster disaster but easily the climax to my summers story arc. It was there in the Balboa Theater, in downtown San Diego, with free popcorn and among fellow hipster geeks, that I witnessed this self-proclaimed "epic of epic epicness". Not only was the director of the film in attendance to this top-secret pre-screening but also the entire cast of Hollywood actors and actresses. How was all of this possible? Two words: Comic-con 2010. For those unfamiliar with this Mecca of Ne

Chapter 1: Trickery isn't always for Tricksters.   Colby didn't know fear. That was part of what made him so incredibly powerful for a seven year old. Although Colby was held in a windowless stone room where the only light was the red glow that his childish sneakers gave off on each step, he was not afraid because he knew, unlike his capturers, that this could never hold him.  His capturers may not describe Colby as smart, since they lured him into their trap with an apparition shaped as a cuddly baby dinosaur, but what they would describe him as is slippery. Slippery because as all three of them tried with their combined mind power to keep

   "Hold the door!" Scott cried, as he hurried for the elevator just as it was closing. A young lady with eyes that projected more annoyance than kindness reluctantly stopped the door for him. Scott whispered a quiet thanks as he clumsily squeezed into the elevator bumping everyone inside, as he was not a small fellow. With the elevator so packed even his specially tailored suit felt uncomfortable as, just like Scott, it had a problem with physical contact to others. They both hung in there as the elevator traveled calmly towards the ground floor.   Vrrrrrrrrrmmmmfff, vrrrmmff. Scott's iPhone vibrated inside his suit pocket. Squirming arou