The old story post. At least I'm getting close to finishing yesterday's story. Your move Ceric.
Alternative History Reports from Dreamland:
That Cappi he never leaves his house...
How does he make a living?
Why does he look so good?
You know who looks good? Gangsters, that's who look good.
You would think a Cappi who was always looking at a mirror would have notice the mob coming from behind. Alas he did not. The end was swift for
ThatGuy as
"Your so Vain" played in the flickering light. Elsewhere...
One day I'm going to leave this crummy position behind.
One Day I'm going to sail the oceans and then the STARS.
First thing though I need to finish this boat. Waddle Doo had always wanted to sail a craft through the waves and then the stars. It was the driver that kept him in his current employ. It was the boat making that kept him sane.
The boat was a modest craft made from the Trees of the local forest. The base of the boat was finished but he still needed a mast and to finish the rudder assembly before it was ready to go. Then he get the food stuff and other supplies he need.
"Murderer"
It seems he wasn't alone.
"Butcherer"
Whose there?
Then everything went Dark.
UncleBob was found in his workshop hoisted above his pride and joy using his own pulley system. Needless to say it wasn't candy that was on the ground.