The Curator of Schlock
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The Curator of Schlock #514: Exte: Hair Extensions
We made it one block before there was an incident. I know we’re supposed to wait for the electric sign with the walking man to flash on, but I had a guy bleeding in my arms. A green Subaru Outback stopped just short of sending Waldo and I flying. Some broccoli-headed teen honked on his Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #513: Shikoku
We were hoping to drop Waldo, our compatriot in our battle against the Goose Lord Gang, under cover of night, but when we emerged from the sewers it was broad daylight. Considering that two members of our group were a ninja vigilante and a kangaroo fitted with boxing gloves. Plus, Waldo was bleeding out all Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #512: Tomie
Dragging a gunshot victim though a rancid sewer isn’t the most sanitary thing one can do, but it’s all I could think of to save the life of Waldo Luckily, the Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orlando, had this gadget he created that showed our location in relevance to streets and other locations. Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #511: Heat
The dulcet tones of “Seventeen” by Winger punched the air as the jukebox slid to the left revealing a secret passage to the downtown Orlando sewer system. Edwige was the first to hop inside followed by the Revenging Manta and his brother the accountant. The Revenging Manta produced an LED lantern to light our way. Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #510: The Children
We had to get out of the Museum of Schlock without the Goose Lord and his gang spotting us otherwise Waldo was going to die. Unbeknownst to everyone but myself was a secret passage leading from the basement to the sewers. By selecting a certain song from a jukebox player in the corner, our escape Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #509: The Sacrifice Game
I dragged Waldo through the bloated fentanyl processing station of the Goose Lord’s gang, making my way over the elevator. My companions Edwige the kangaroo, the Revenging Manta, and his brother, Albert Simmons, followed close behind. While taking on the Goose Lord and his gang had been our main priority, we could not just let Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #508: Last Seen Alive
Waldo, my steadfast comrade in arms against the Goose Lord and his gang, was bleeding to death and I was in a panic. Edwige, my kangaroo companion from my misadventures in North America, slapped my face with her tail, knocking me to my senses. I lifted Waldo up over my shoulder and declared, “We’re getting Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #507: A Walk Among the Tombstones
As the Revenging Manta was reconciling with his brother, Albert Simmons, the accountant for the Goose Lord gang, I heard a howl coming from the far side of the room. Edwige, my kangaroo companion from my misadventures in North America, was in a panic over the slumped over body of Waldo. I had forgotten that Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #506: Hell House LLC II: The Abaddon Hotel
I wanted the Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orlando, to cut this sniveling accountant named Albert Simmons down to size. Not figuratively cut down to size. Literally. I don’t do the whole murder thing, but I wanted justice after this man’s involvement in the sale of my Beanie Baby collection. But the Revenging Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #505: In a Violent Nature
“Sold!” I screamed, my fingers digging into the shoulders of Albert Simmons, the accountant for the Goose Lord gang. “I can’t replace those Beanie Babies. My whole life’s work ruined!” I grabbed Albert by the back of his neck and pushed him head first through the door. The Revenging Manta was cleaning his blade on Continue reading
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