The Blogonian Candidate
“Get it done.” Captain Bridger snapped his communicator shut and turned to Lieutenant Varash. “On screen.” “Yes, captain.” The Spolonian gunship flashed into existence as two glowing beams bored into […]
“Get it done.” Captain Bridger snapped his communicator shut and turned to Lieutenant Varash. “On screen.” “Yes, captain.” The Spolonian gunship flashed into existence as two glowing beams bored into […]
Black Friday, 2018 Duck Langston drained his rum and coke and slid his glass along the bar. It fell and smashed on the sick-stained Wetherspoons carpet, the sound of breaking […]