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The December Patreon stuff is up!

Huzzah!

  • Fiction: TIMMY AND THE FAT MAN. Timmy! Another heartwarming Christmas tale about my favorite wicked child! I shouldn’t enjoy writing these, but I do.
  • RPG Material: HEX NATION, PART 4: INDIAN COUNTRY. It would appear that the things historians want to record about Native American tribes are not the same things that I want them to record about Native American tribes. I’m not sure whose fault that is.
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12/21/2023 Snippet, TIMMY AND THE FAT MAN.

Getting back to this!

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The moment Timmy walked through the door, he knew this was Grungy’s lair. For one thing, there was a smell underneath the ones of spilled booze and old puke, if you had the right nose for it. It was like the smell the Fat Man had, only sharper. Sourer, too. Grungy bathed like Timmy used to, when hot water was something other kids had.

It was weird that it didn’t smell too bad. Timmy had been around a bunch of homeless people since starting at his new School (there were things that liked to hide among them, or just eat them), and Grungy didn’t have a stench. Timmy didn’t have to breathe through his mouth, or anything like that. But he was pretty sure that he could follow him by the smell.

He would have to, too. The other thing about the bar was all the dead bodies in it. 

Once he had caught up on his classwork and started actually learning new things, Timmy had asked his new teachers if he was a ‘sociopath.’ The teachers at the School had told him ‘no.’ He learned from his mistakes, only lied when he was on a mission, and tried to think things through. On the other hand: bodies sprawled all over the bar? Yeah, he could deal. He didn’t do it, didn’t know them, and he couldn’t fix dead. It wasn’t gonna be a problem, as long as he didn’t step in the blood.