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The Highlight Zone . . ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Relax your expectations and crank your woojee wide open as we join Captain Bill Bungler and the Bottom Bubble Boys in their search for the relics of a lost art in a land that tolerates no mistakes, a land that can be harsh and severe, yet a land where sweetness thrives in its original high calorie form and the truth of untainted reality glows in every hidden corner. |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** When I was a child of the Spring, I lived in a beautiful little garden. I was happy there among the candy trees and grape vines, the hop toads and grasshoppers, the red birds and blue birds and yellow birds with flowers to match and a blue sky for a backdrop, a small garden but so friendly and kind. The garden grew bigger as I entered the summer of my maturity. And a little less friendly. The candy trees were the first to die. With the arrival of the full heat of summer, leaves shriveled, small creatures searched for water. I often had a headache. The garden was no longer a garden. It had become so large it was a world. I found my place in that world and pulled my share of the load. Finally, at the end of a long summer, the cooling winds of autumn cleared my head. The world said I was no longer needed to help with the load, but I had nowhere else to go. By then there was nothing left of my garden. All the plants and animals had died. The only things that remained were the rocks they had lived on. And so I constructed a little shelter on the rocks by stacking stones until I had made a crude hut. Inside I built a small fire to warm my hands. Outside winter came bearing cold winds and snow. I knew there would come a night when I slept forever. * * * Old Mister Johnson lived in a shack at the end of the street. Some say he built the place himself when he was a younger man. No one knows when Old Mister Johnson built it because even the first family to build a house on that street found him already living there, although not nearly as old as he was now. Now he was so old he creaked when he walked. It wasn't even walking, really, just a slow shuffle, and he never went anywhere, just out the door, around his house, and back in the door again. He would answer if you called out a greeting to him, but you couldn't really have a conversation with him. He would listen to you, staring at you with wet, bleary eyes that seemed dusted over like grapes, but he had nothing to say. * * * I lived a simple life in my stone hut. Every day I would make the effort to go outside, walk around the hut, and return to my place by the fire. Sometimes the effort exhausted me and I would fall into a deep sleep that lasted all day. It would surprise me to wake up again. What? Still here? There came to be shadows living on the rocks, shadows that resembled me. They would call to me: Hello! or How are you today? and I would answer in kind. Sometimes the shadows approached me so closely they blocked my way and I would wait patiently while they made sounds that resembled human speech. After a while they would grow silent and allow me to proceed. I was never frightened when this happened. There was nothing threatening about them. I just think it was their nature to behave like that. * * * The day eventually came when Old Mister Johnson died. The neighbors knew something was wrong when he failed to make his daily shuffle around his shack. No one knew who his next of kin might be. In fact, it was surprising how little anyone knew about him. A detective with the police department located the record of Old Mister Johnson's last drivers license. It had expired over forty years before. Johnson himself was over 100 years old. It's a long time to live. He was lucky to have such a long life. * * * |
. Captain Feeny ... ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ... Captain Feeny kept his two kidnapped nieces, Emily and Sonja, locked in the Sphinx Tower on the banks of the Nile River. The Sphinx Tower ... ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ... There he forced them to perform acts of humiliation and degradation while he watched. Emily and Sonja ... ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ... Over time, the imprisonment and humiliation took a toll on the helpless nieces. Their souls were degraded, their minds retrogressed... even their bodies seemed to dissolve into an abstraction of what they once were. ... ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ... ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ... ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ... Unfortunately, Captain Feeny was lost at sea. When he didn't return, the man being paid to keep watch on the Sphinx Tower sold the two girls to a slave trader. What became of Emily and Sonja after that... no one knows. . . . |
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