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Apr
10
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The mysterious ghost unicorn of New-Babbage!
Posted by Avariel Falcon on April 10, 2016 at 2:34am ...1 replies

There are rumors circulating around the city of a strange vaporous apparition that looks like a ghostly purple unicorn wandering the streets... The unicorn appears for a few moments then shimmers and vanishes into the fog...

 

Photographic illuminations of further sightings are beign posted to the following letter box:

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Apr
8
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A Most Unpleasant Visit From Petharic
Posted by Emerson Lighthouse on April 8, 2016 at 7:23am ...7 replies

“Ahem,” Miss Buxombottom called into the Gangplank from the entrance to the bakery where the temporary civic office of Mr. Osgoode Underby had been established until such time as the City Hall was rebuilt. “I expect Mr. Underby should be here shortly to review important city business,” said, the personal secretary to the mayor’s personal assistant. “Please ensure there is a freshly steeped pot of tea available. Also, if you would be a...

Apr
7
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My Brother Petharic
Posted by Petharic on April 7, 2016 at 4:26am ...1 replies

Petharic knelt by the boy. His attention wavered only a moment yet Johnny Dawkins had been shot in the chest during that moment of inattention. Blood soaked the front of the urchin’s shirt and jacket—though not as much as one might expect.

 Petharic tore the boy’s shirt, exposing the wound. The bullet had penetrated to the right of the sternum three inches below the collarbone. He examined...

Apr
4
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The Last Time I saw Mr. Petharic
Posted by Johnny Dawkins on April 4, 2016 at 5:51pm ...2 replies

Mr. Petharic coughed. Not the discreet, behind-your-hand kind of cough either, but a bent-double, spitting on the sidewalk kind of cough.

 “You sound pretty bad,” I said to him onna counta I was right frigging worried. “Every bit as bad as them rheumy old duffers that hack and spit blood over at Mrs. O’Dreary’s Home for Wayward...

Apr
3
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Carpe Diem
Posted by Petharic on April 3, 2016 at 4:41am

Petharic leaned against the lamppost, resting with a casual indifference as he reached into his jacket and withdrew a small notebook. He quickly scanned the day’s to-do list. It had become a ritual, the way he commenced each morning sorting and prioritizing his goals. Without this list he lacked focus and a lack of focus put him in a foul mood. Today he was particularly proud of his progress. It was not yet...

Apr
2
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A Trying Morning
Posted by Voodoo on April 2, 2016 at 3:25am

Voodoo slowly blinked his eyes open and stared groggily up at the wooden roof of his tiny room. It was pitch black, as the sun still hadn't risen over New Babbage yet. He didn't have the luxury of sleeping in however; he had too much to do, and preparations to make.

Today was an important day, and everything hinged on him to make sure it went off without a hitch, and given his track record…well, he was praying things would go smoothly...