A Bustle in Your Hedgerow:

Day 2,730, 12:29 • Published in USA USA • by Jimmy Cincinnati

Issue #80



*Linda*
Hello; I'm Linda Vanderbooben.


*Dick*
I'm Richard Cranium.


*Linda*
eUS has no current battles, but Pacifica was on the move, today;
eRussia was battling with eJapan, ePakastan battled it out with eIndia and eSlovienia experienced a battle on multiple fronts.

*Linda*
Although, there's nothing pertinent, to report; Kojak has paid us to tell you that Bigfoot was spotted, in eTexas.

*Linda*
Also; Budwaster has paid us to tell you that one beer a day, may be good for your heart.

*Linda*
Over to you, Dick


*Dick*
Thank you, Linda

*Dick*
The eUS Dictator continues his tour.

*Dick*
eUS Dictator, Trekker Tlumac, visited the city of Richmond Virginia, Today.
Tlumac addressed the issues of; Media Presence, Housing and keeping the Illuminati, away from the Water Supply."

*Dick*
Highways and local traffic, were halted, temporarily. Helicopters with 50 caliber rifles were flown over impoverished areas; in a show of solidarity.


*Linda*
That's all, for tonight. We'll see you next Thursday; if we haven't lost all of our sponsors.


*Dick*
Good night, Linda.







The big wheel keeps spinning.

I had escaped prison, nearly, a year earlier. I was hotter than 3 Card Monte and I was about to enter the Crimson Citadel but I had a press pass and they never check ID. They were only looking for weapons.

I pulled myself a swig of whiskey and threw the bottle under my seat. I payed the meter and headed up the steps.

I delivered the Manuscript and got back to my car. Nothing special was happening. Just some blowhards, Claiming victory for "Their Achievements."
Away from all those shifty goons; I breathed a sigh of relief. I drove toward the NOS Dive Bar, where the conversation was 100% real.

Suddenly, I saw the red white and blue lights, flashing.
I knew this day would come and I had weighed my options. I knew that I would not be able to outrun or outmaneuver them, in my car, so I pulled into Pizzashack's parking lot.

This time I wouldn't go to a medium security prison. The only thing that keeps people there is hope. This time I was going to Gladiator School.

Would that be the reason that this guy gets a promotion or I could go out in the blaze of glory?







Grab a pen and paper. Helps us write the people's history.