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Norris was sitting in the hot seat up in the Red Room. He wasn’t going to leave until he’d memorized every object, every corner. His mind was downloading all. He’d been waiting for so long. He’d give a 1000 WIS maps for this, he briefly thought between measurements. 200 to 214 now. Shouldn’t be much longer. Billie Jean Kidd begged him to get up, and that this was not Clyde and that they need to get the hell outta here before… he comes back. The club man.

“The club man?” said Norris, not afraid of anyone at this point. He had so much information. Besides, he’d been killed once before by same. Just comes back in the next photo-novel. Until the end, which is now. 228: nearly there.

“Please, *please*,” she pleaded in front of him, again and again, tugging at his arm, trying to get him to move… out of that seat! “He’s coming, he’s coming!” she cried, hearing footsteps in the corridor, slow and weighty. Sometimes he slid the club, a 4 wood if she remembers correctly, on the ground beside him to add to the menacing sound. Clop-*clop* hisss clop-*clop* hisss clop-*clop*. Around the corner he appears, just as Norris is downloading it, the final one, the final piece of the puzzle.

An Ass? Casey One Hole wasn’t expecting this.

256. Download complete.

“We’ve been waiting for you!” spoke Billie Jean Kidd. “Welcome to Clyde!!”

Did it work?? We’ve unfortunately run out of posts and time in this here photo-novel and will have to wait until the next for that answer, sorry!!!

END OF “SUNKLANDS 2021-2022 WINTER”!

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Borneo

He was back in Eveningwood. Dang, no papers left, he thought, staring over at the empty stand. Have to catch up with the news elsewhere, maybe that cafe, who was it — *Hidi* found earlier. Hidi who was White Mage, he knew now. His replacement in effect.

He joined the attached group and was able to move freely, once more, into the multi-sim city. Ultimately he knew he’d have to head back to the underground bar — and the bars — to pick up where he left off. but first…

END OF “SUNKLANDS 2021 EVEN LATER”!

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Corsican Collagesity 07

She was walking in circles around the neighborhood. Each time I got close she disappeared around the next corner. But it appeared to be…  me!

I decided to stop chasing and just wait on her. I’d figured out the pattern. I noticed other people were walking around too. But they didn’t catch my eye. Olive-green jacket, grey-black backpack, faded demin jeans.

She ran into me (me again!), and even pushed me back a bit. This was no apparition. Solid! She was taller than me. And — dare I say it — less, um, frumpy. Prettier to put it differently.

I knew she *had* to be indicating something of importance. “Look here!” she said in her repetitive striding. But the block of structures she perpetually strolled around didn’t have much substance to it. I couldn’t even find a place to sit (using remote viewing) to observe her better. So I just stayed on this corner she’d pushed me into; thought about the next move.

—–

It took her about a minute and 15 seconds to complete the circuit.

I had come to Heartsdale to search for more information about John. Instead I found something quite unexpected: that I had already been here, *was* here in a different way. Taller, hmm. Did I mistakenly switch out bodies at some point? But this doppleganger sweeping by me like a second hand on a 5/4th watch was not ensouled. She was just a marker. But  — it — was — *me*. Think, Yoko Ona, think.

—–

“She doesn’t appear to be a bad witch listening in on her thoughts, Hucka Doobie.”

“No, she is truly mystified as to what is happening in this Heartsdale with its Ned and, um (checking), Pop in the Pavilion.”

—–

“Hucka, I think this mystery is bigger than the present novel, or moves beyond it. Better start the next.”

END OF “COLLAGESITY 2020 MIDDLE”; START OF “COLLAGESITY 2020 MORE MIDDLE”!

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let it be

“Pres-TOOON! Preston Weston!!”

“I’m right down here ma. I must — I must have fell out of the funhouse somehow, heh. Cool, though.”

“I can’t see you Preston. Lots – of – wind. And you’re *right here*?”

“Yeah, ma. I’m standing kind of right below you. Heh, like I said. No, hum, wind where I’m at.”

“I’m going to walk a little further and try to find solid ground again. Can you hear me?!”

“Yeah, like I said. Right below you.”

“Alright! I’m walking!”

“Cool, cool.”

“Alright Preston Weston! I’m going to try to teleport you up to my location! When you see the invite just accept and hopefully — can you hear me!?” The wind was behind her now but still quite noticeable.

“What!?”

“Walk to-ward my voice!”

—–

“I see you again up there, ma. Can you hear *me*, heh!?”

“Yes! So — look for the invite!”

“Okay, ma!” Preston Weston sees the invite but accidentally closes the dialog box while hovering over it. “Um, ma?!”

“Yes, Preston Weston!”

“Can you send me another invite!? I kind of fumbled that one, heh!”

Your Mama sighs, then tries again. That useless, fuzzy brained kid, she thinks. Never paying attention to what he’s doing. How many coats and jackets has he lost now? She’s lost count. And the umbrellas!

“Ta daa.”

“Thank God. *Don’t* wander off again. Stay by my side until we reach the end of this thing. Whenever that is.” 100 lindens, she thinks. Well, it was something to kill a Saturday afternoon with Boy Wonder.

He turns after announcing himself. “Neat-o. A periscope. Is this a submarine?” He tries to grab onto the handles but finds he can’t. “Aw Jeez.” But then he sees the ship through the viewer anyway. “Look ma, a sailing vessel. Full of gold bullion and maidens with big apples most likely, heh.”

“Preston, just stop it with the apples. I don’t want to hear about the apples again. What did we talk about?”

“That I wasn’t suppose to talk about women’s apples?”

“That’s right.”

“Like Mrs. Appletree’s apples,” he pronounces.

“*Especially* Mrs. Appletree’s, pheh.” She shakes her head for about the hundredth time in the funhouse. “Why don’t you focus your attention on her daughter Felicia, instead? She’s a little older than you, but she’s in most of your classes.” I can’t take away from Preston Weston that he’s smart, Your Mama thinks. If only his grades would keep up with his imagination. And Felicia Appletree is top of her class — might be a good influence.

“Alright Preston. It’s time to figure out a way to get out of this room. You’ve done it before.”

“We’ve done it *everytime* before. We had to go through all the other rooms to get to *this* room. Uh, ah, I’m kind of tired, ma, heh. Can’t we just go home?”

“No, “persists Your Mama, set in her ways. “We paid 100 lindens apiece for this game and we’re going to see it through to The End.”

“Jeez ma,” Preston Weston exclaims again. He starts looking around. “Well, heh, it looks like this is another easy one. Not like the one with the ants, pheh.”


the one with the ants

“I didn’t like that one either,” admits Your Mama.

“Yeah, heh. Looks like you just go up this ladder, ma.”

“Well? Go ahead.”

“I might fall into the Between World and be lost forever if I’m wrong.”

“You’re not wrong. I think this is an easy one too.”

“Not like the ants.” He eyes the ladder again. For some reason, he doesn’t want to go up it. He senses…

“Oh for Pete’s sake.” Your Mama brushes aside stalled Preston Weston and ascends…

—–

“Preston! Pres-TOON!” But Your Mama’s son couldn’t hear her now. She was truly sealed off. Because this was the real submarine room. The ham submarine sandwich room. The Room.

END OF “COLLAGESITY 2019 MIDDLE”!

*Ba dump bump.*

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