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Tyrant's Greeting
Chorus:
We have some tragic news for boys and girls throughout the land
The enemy is on his way and soon you will
Be under his command
Hello, America, do you know me?
I’m the tyrant that you could not overthrow
I’ve been making plans to take you
Get you in my hands and break you
Since you slipped outside my grip so long ago
You tell the world I have no power
You forget the secret bargains that we made
Those who walked this land before you
And the blacks who labored for you
And the poor when they implored you
You abandoned them to me as tribute paid
Chorus:
We have some tragic news for boys and girls throughout the land
Your parents went and sold you into slavery
Please don’t be mad
How could they understand
The life you took for granted was fragile as a dream
One day you’ll all wake up and it will fade away
And all be gone
And it won’t come back
No matter how you scream
[guitar-bass duo]
Our merry chase is almost over
You should know by now there’s no escape from me
Very soon
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Tyrant's Greeting
Chorus:
We have some tragic news for boys and girls throughout the land
The enemy is on his way and soon you will
Be under his command
Hello, America, do you know me?
I’m the tyrant that you could not overthrow
I’ve been making plans to take you
Get you in my hands and break you
Since you slipped outside my grip so long ago
You tell the world I have no power
You forget the secret bargains that we made
Those who walked this land before you
And the blacks who labored for you
And the poor when they implored you
You abandoned them to me as tribute paid
Chorus:
We have some tragic news for boys and girls throughout the land
Your parents went and sold you into slavery
Please don’t be mad
How could they understand
The life you took for granted was fragile as a dream
One day you’ll all wake up and it will fade away
And all be gone
And it won’t come back
No matter how you scream
[guitar-bass duo]
Our merry chase is almost over
You should know by now there’s no escape from me
Very soon
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Tyrant's Greeting
Tyrant's Greeting
Chorus:
We have some tragic news for boys and girls throughout the land
The enemy is on his way and soon you will
Be under his command
Hello, America, do you know me?
I’m the tyrant that you could not overthrow
I’ve been making plans to take you
Get you in my hands and break you
Since you slipped outside my grip so long ago
You tell the world I have no power
You forget the secret bargains that we made
Those who walked this land before you
And the blacks who labored for you
And the poor when they implored you
You abandoned them to me as tribute paid
Chorus:
We have some tragic news for boys and girls throughout the land
Your parents went and sold you into slavery
Please don’t be mad
How could they understand
The life you took for granted was fragile as a dream
One day you’ll all wake up and it will fade away
And all be gone
And it won’t come back
No matter how you scream
[guitar-bass duo]
Our merry chase is almost over
You should know by now there’s no escape from me
Very soon
Episode 8.5: Ghost Luke chats with Kylo
Episode 8.5: Ghost Luke chats with Kylo
(KYLO REN sits in his quarters on the First Order Star Dreadnought Horrendous. He turns to see GHOST LUKE standing behind him.)
KYLO: You again?
LUKE: Me again.
KYLO: Look, I’m not going back to the Jedi, okay?
LUKE: I know.
KYLO: So stop asking me.
LUKE: I just wanted to check in. See how my favorite nephew’s doing.
KYLO: I’m your only nephew.
LUKE: Yes, I know. It’s called staying positive. You should try it.
KYLO: I prefer to be realistic.
LUKE: You want realistic? Okay. Hux is plotting against you.
KYLO: I knew that.
LUKE: You don’t seem to be doing much about it.
KYLO: I’m dealing with him
Investigation Into the Velazquez Shooting, Part 3
Investigation Into the Velazquez Shooting, Part 3
INTERVIEW WITH JOHN DOE (10/31/19)
RH=Sgt. Hendrickson
MB=Chief Barker (over radio)
SW=Ofc. Wilkins
JD=John Doe
W=Woman (unknown)
M1=Man (unknown)
M2=Man (unknown)
*=unknown spelling
RH: The time is 1:54 am. Today is Mon- no, Tuesday, October 31, 2019. This is Sergeant Raphaelle Hendrickson with the Internal Affairs Division of the Memphis Police Department, preparing to interview the suspect currently designated John Doe. The interrogation room is ready. I’ve got the water. Got the coffee. Got the computer.
[1.5 SEC PAUSE]
Let’s do this.
[4.0 SEC PAUSE, FOOTSTEPS]
[RADIO SIGNAL]
RH: Chief?
MB: Riffraff? You still gonna go
Investigation Into the Velazquez Shooting, Part 2
Investigation Into the Velazquez Shooting, Part 2
INTERVIEW WITH JOHN DOE (10/28/19)
CR = Det. Cameron Raeber
PT = Det. Patrick Tinelli
JD = John Doe
SW = Ofc. Steve Wilkins (over intercom)
* = unknown spelling
CR: Have a seat.
JD: Thank you.
CR: First of all, if we take these things off you are you gonna cooperate?
JD: Yes.
CR: Good.
[7.5 SEC PAUSE, CLICK OF HANDCUFFS]
CR: Bit more comfortable?
JD: Yes. Thank you.
CR: No problem. We can’t keep callin’ you John Doe. What’s your name?
JD: (2.5 SEC UNKNOWN LANGUAGE)
CR: Come again?
JD: (4.0 SEC UNKNOWN LANGUAGE)
CR: Yes, it does. How do you spell that?
JD: (5.0 SEC UNKNOWN LANGUAGE)
CR: Okay. Um, what alphabet
Investigation Into the Velazquez Shooting, Part 1
Investigation Into the Velazquez Shooting, Part 1
MEMPHIS POLICE DEPARTMENT
INTAKE AND RELEASE
ITEMS MANIFEST
John Doe, arr. 10/24/19
CLOTHING
1 poncho or longcoat w/hood
• Dark green, unknown material
• Chinese characters printed in place of label
1 sweater
• Brown & black chevron pattern, wool
• Label reads “Reiss Menswear, XXL, Made in U.S.A.”
• Left sleeve frayed
1 long-sleeve shirt
• Faded burgundy/black plaid, flannel
• Label reads “Barone, Est. 1899/XXL/100% COTTON, MADE IN ANAHUAC”
• Both elbows threadbare, 2nd button from top missing
1 T-shirt
• Black
• B&W image of Taylor Swift on front
&
Rome and Isabel (Year Six, 'Altered Seasons')
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Young Carrie and Roger ('The Backstory Files')
Vignette: Mean Girls of the Serengeti (963 words)
Vignette: Mean Girls of the Serengeti (963 words)
Back in her apartment, as Sandy filled the teapot and put it on the stove, thinking about the differences between her and Brooke got her thinking about the evolution of the human brain. This did nothing to improve her mood.
The intelligence of the australopithecines and the previous members of genus Homo was a little hard to gauge, but if you just went by brain size as shown in the fossil record, there was a slow, steady increase for about seven million years, then a slightly faster increase between three and two million years ago… and then things really took off. Over the course of two million years, the cranial capacity of proto-huma
The Bradshaw Sisters
Justin Rosewood and the Half-Baked 'Prints' Pt.2
Justin Rosewood and the Half-Baked 'Prints' Pt.2
Sure enough, there he is, tossing and turning in bed. The camera zooms in on his head, and we fade to a ten-year-old boy running hither and yon, looking lost and terrified, amid overlapping, phantasmagorial images of deep dark forest and the sound of someone or something smacking its lips and going "Mmmm, ymmm, nmm-nmm."
"This is disturbing on so many levels," says Amanda.
"I'll take that as a compliment," says Scott. "You may recognize the lip-smacking noises from The Car that Ate Women. I reused the sound effect."
"So why is he sleeping alone? Shouldn't the blind chick be in bed with him?"
"Blame the Hays code. Even if they'd been marri
Justin Rosewood and the Half-Baked 'Prints' Pt.1
Justin Rosewood and the Half-Baked 'Prints' Pt.1
EXT – HOTEL – DAY
The front of a large, luxurious hotel/convention center. It is about mid-afternoon, a bright and beautiful day.
NARRATOR
(voice-over)
The end of the world began, not in terror and darkness, but in innocence and light.
FADE TO:
INT – HOTEL – DAY
A corridor. A sign saying "INT'L INORGANIC CHEMISTRY ASSOC. CONVENTION" points down the hall.
NARRATOR
(cont'd.)
It began here, now, at this place…
FADE TO a conference room. Men in suits and lab coats are listening to DR. ECKELBERG, who is gesturing at a blackboard covered with complex diagrams of molecules.
NARRATOR
(c
The Day The Icecap Died, Part 2
The Day The Icecap Died, Part 2
"Treat It Like A War"
"You're hearing that slogan a lot these days — 'treat it like a war.' That is to say, instead of asking if carbon reduction and capture can be made more profitable than business-as-usual, treat them as something important that we need to do, for our own sake and the sake of future generations, whether it's profitable or not. Nobody ever did a cost-benefit analysis of Gettysburg or D-Day. When FDR said 'Hey, Ford, Chrysler, GM, let's start building tanks and planes,' you never heard anybody blather about 'distorting the market' or 'the government picking winners and losers.'
"At the same time, what we know is
The Day The Icecap Died, Part 1
The Day The Icecap Died, Part 1
September 11, 2021
Everyone knew it was going to happen sooner or later, but most people had expected it later in the decade, or perhaps early in the 2030s. It wasn’t until June and its record temperatures that everyone realized it was probably going to happen this year. Nobody saw the precise moment it happened.
Most people were thinking about something else — after all, this was the twentieth anniversary of the September 11 attacks. So it was a fairly minor story that when the next satellite overflew the poles, the last traces of sea ice floating in the Nares Strait and the Lincoln Sea were gone. From the Bering Strait to the B
Meat Ghosts
Meat Ghosts
I’m a vegetarian. Mostly. I’ll eat fish, dairy products and shellfish, and occasionally a hamburger or hot dog or some Spam… okay, the truth is I suck at being a vegetarian.
Here’s the thing. All my life — you’re going to think I’m insane, but this is the truth — I’ve been haunted by the ghosts of the animals I eat. They follow me around everywhere, this silent herd of cattle and pigs and chickens and turkeys. They walk through walls and other people, and nobody else knows they’re there.
It started when I was a child. One of my earliest memories is of pointing out a pig squatting i
Vignette: Carrie's Dark Side (560 words)
Vignette: Carrie's Dark Side (560 words)
Even as a little girl, Carrie had always been ambitious — either to be President of the United States or a billionaire. At the very least she’d wanted to exceed her father, in status if not in mass. In fact, it was her father she credited for this. He’d been an important man in his own right, and his social circle included many rich and powerful people. Through him, she’d learned that those the world called great were not fundamentally different from herself, and there was no reason she couldn’t join them, or surpass them if she had it in her. The road was hard, but it was open and it went to the highest places.
The Pathfinder Rituals
The Pathfinder Rituals
These are rituals of summoning and communication. The usual precautionary statements (about following all instructions to the letter, being clear in your own mind about what you want and what you are prepared to pay for it, and above all not being fool enough to actually do any of this) are in full effect.
I’m going to start by talking about the basic ritual, even though I suspect that isn’t what you came for. When you know how to do the basic ritual, you’ll understand how to perform the advanced ritual.
For the basic ritual, you’ll need four things:
• A mirror, the bigger the better.
• A clock. If itR
Vignette: President Pratt Tries to Chill
Vignette: President Pratt Tries to Chill
A President of the United States — at least a good one — didn’t get a lot of leisure time, particularly when the nation was in crisis. Henry Pratt had been working on one thing or another from 8 a.m. to 9 p.m., with only a couple of breaks for meals.
Pratt made the most of the few hours he did have. At 9:45 p.m. he was in bed with an e-reader in his left hand and Claire curled against his right arm. On the nightstand was a wineglass holding the last of a smoky ’94 Oregon Pinot Noir, aged to a deep russet and mellowed to a velvety smoothness, that they’d shared over dinner.
An old Albert King and Stevie Ray Vaug
You Think You Hate Holiday Travel? (1120 words)
You Think You Hate Holiday Travel? (1120 words)
by Paul Briggs
One of the many bad things about my parents splitting up as soon as I was off to college was that I had to choose who to spend the holidays with. I decided to spend Thanksgiving with Mom and Christmas with Dad. Thing is, Dad was going to be down in Florida that Christmas with Grandma and Grandpa and Uncles Jake and Hank.
Not a problem at all. I had a wonderful five-day road trip all planned out. It was going to give me a chance to see places I'd never been — New Orleans, San Antonio — with time to visit the sports bars and see if any of the guys knew who I was yet, and if any of them were cute and feeling brave.
Vignette: Nat'l Governors Association Smackdown!
Vignette: Nat'l Governors Association Smackdown!
As Carrie left the meeting, she broke into a brisk jog. Two men were having a screaming argument in the middle of the hotel lobby. It sounded bad enough that somebody was going to have to step in and referee it. In this case, “somebody” meant her.
She stepped into the lobby and got a look at the arguers. One of them was Governor Gilbert Swank of Arizona — Carrie recognized him because he looked a lot like her father, huge, fat and red-faced. But her father had mostly been the jolly kind of fat man, and Swank looked the opposite of jolly right now.
The other was the governor of Colorado, a skinny guy who was bald right on t
Vignette: Isabel's Awkward Thanksgiving
Vignette: Isabel's Awkward Thanksgiving
Rodrick Freitag’s house had made it through Gordon undamaged. It was too far north for the wind and too high up for the storm surge. Which made it the perfect place for the Bradshaws and both sets of their grandparents to spend Thanksgiving. Except for the fact that it was a small house, and not really built to accommodate ten extra people. Even getting the various cars and vans in the driveway was a complicated sliding-tiles game.
So of course, out of all possible ways to prepare the turkeys Rod and Chelsey had chosen the one most likely to set the crowded little house on fire. They were deep-frying them.
In the interests of life and
Locksmith's Journeys: Deleted Scene (First Date?)
Locksmith's Journeys: Deleted Scene (First Date?)
Just as he was about to go out for a sprint, his phone buzzed.
It was Lucy. “I’m sorry to bring this up,” she said, “but do you remember when Mr. Hance tried to kidnap you?”
“Yeah.”
“Well… I’ve been talking to Mr. Joyce. The police are going around campgrounds and summer schools, basically reminding kids what to do and what not to do if a stranger approaches them. Joyce thinks it would be good for them to hear from someone who got away from a would-be kidnapper.”
“You want me to go talk to them?”
“Yes.”
That had been scary, but Lock remembered how,
Locksmith's Journeys: Deleted Scene (Day Care)
Locksmith's Journeys: Deleted Scene (Day Care)
It was Saturday. Lucy was on her lunch break at the day-care center. To her great surprise, Lee Smith had come over to visit, with a shipping envelope under her arm.
“I found some marijuana and paraphernalia in William’s room, so I searched Lachlan’s room while I was at it,” she said.
“Seriously? You think Lock’s—”
“No. I just… the point is, I found this in the bottom of his closet where the portal used to be.” She took a sketchbook out. “What d’you make of it?”
Lucy leafed dispassionately through the sketchbook. As unpleasant as the subject matter was, th
Locksmith's Journeys: Deleted Scene (Cold Turkey)
Locksmith's Journeys: Deleted Scene (Cold Turkey)
There was a streetlight outside the building, one of the old kind that gave a pure white light. Standing underneath it, Lucy lit a cigarette. Once she’d drawn in a lungful of smoke, she held her breath for a surprisingly long time before letting it out.
“I thought there should be witnesses,” she said. “This is the last cigarette I’ll ever smoke.”
“Sure it is,” said Rikki.
“I know it’ll be tough, but I don’t plan to fail and I trust” — she gave Rikki a look that suggested no trust at all — “that certain people will be supportive.”
“DonR
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