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Featured Image: “Night Giant’s Ghost”, by Mist XG
Jet engines scream. Missiles wail and explode. Flames, rubble, and chaotic fury assault the sisters. Mothers. Monsters. A sorority of fifty-meter kaiju birthing mankind’s future doom. Military might dies amid roars and the atomic rays of a titan sisterhood enraged. The Guru offers me the lead for one of his two llamas. “The road to Enlightenment begins with Argle and Bargle.” I give him a squint. “You’ll ride Bargle,” he smiles. I take the rope. “What are you? Some sort of wise guy?” He taps his nose, still smiling. They came on horses white as bone. Manes tousled or straight, but black as night. They came, hoofbeats a somber rhythm. Riders silent under shadowed stars. They came in our hour of need, for the greatest of heroes uphold oaths beyond death. Yes, they came. He glanced at the mayhem warping the city. “Where’s the army?!” “They fled!” the professor yelled. “Fled?” “You may not be keeping up with current events, but an open ninth-dimensional portal untying reality like your shoelaces is pretty scary!” After forgetting their anniversary, Pop was in the doghouse. “Mom is being a real witch about this,” I frown. Pop sighs as a Bluetick Hound. “At least the dog potion only lasts a day.” “Good, because I put some in Mom’s coffee!” There’s a bay from the kitchen. The caves keep flooding. In desperate exploration, we crawl ever narrower, ever tighter spaces. Torches lost, we squirm. In total biting black, we squeeze. We dig breaking limbs. We escape, gasping. Then scream. We’re but mouths on bodies rendered into worms. “The super-laser left a deep gorge before overheating, but the thing is still coming!” “I believe you mean, gouge,” Ed corrects. “It’s a walking mountain of living stone. I said gorge and I meant it!” A town-sized foot falls like thunder. “Now run!”
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