The Curator of Schlock
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The Curator of Schlock #491: Violent Naples
“Help!” Edwige, my kangaroo companion from my misadventures in North America, the Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orlando, and I heard the cry coming from the Sheena: Queen of the Jungle exhibit. I almost tripped over the collapsed state of Tanya Roberts while rushing into the exhibit. Waldo, the punk of the Goose Lord gang Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #490: The Tough Ones
There I was with my faithful companion the Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orlando and Edwige, a female kangaroo fitted with boxing gloves. I wondered how we were going to rid the Museum of Schlock of the Goose Lord and his gang of thugs. If only I had access back then what I Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #489: Late Night with the Devil
The Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orlando, wasn’t buying my story of a reanimated corpse attacking the goons that were hauling him off while unconscious. I argued that I once lived in an antebellum mansion filled with vampires and was almost abducted by aliens, but he called my observations flights of fancy and Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #487: The Changeling
Edwige, my steadfast kangaroo companion, had once again returned to me. She held a a giant key ring in her mouth and dropped it in front me. The key had a horse skull carved at the end of it and I marveled at its craftsmanship. The Revenging Manta stirred again and slowly opened his eyes. Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #456: The Beekeeper
I was trying my best to stir the Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orlando, to consciousness. He groaned. “Come on, man,” I said. “Get it together. Orlando needs you!” As I shook the Revenging Manta, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. I turned myself around and shined my flashlight Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #455: The Revenge of the Ninja
I was thinking that had I conjured up this tall tale of myself and a vigilante ninja trying to rid the Museum of Schlock of a vile gang and their wicked leader, the Goose Lord, I certainly would have lost the plot by introducing an undead zombie into the mix. But the story is true Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #454: Enemy Mine
The lights had just gone out in the Museum of Schlock and I was frantically trying get my flashlight to switch back on. I furiously tapped the back, realizing I should have bought Energizer instead of saving the three cents by buying No Frills. The bulb flickered on. My hand shook as I strobed my Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #453: Night of the Living Dead (1990)
“It’s a zombie! It’s a zombie,” the ski-masked punk yelled as he tried to wrestle free from the clutches of a corpse I had on display in the Museum of Schlock. The other gang members were busily trying to crucify the Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orlando, to a wall in the exhibit. Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #452: Night of the Living Dead
The ski-masked punk started slicing the neck of the corpse with his free hand. The fingers on his other hand were stuck in the corpse’s mouth due to a supposed muscle spasm triggered in the deceased man. He kept hacking away at the neck to no avail. As he was about to take another slice, Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #451: Retribution
The ski-masked punk howled in pain as he struggled to free his hands from the jaws of the corpse I had on display in the Museum of Schlock. “Help!” he said as the other punks laughed at his antics. The corpse’s head kept bobbing back and forth as he tried to wrench his hand free. Continue reading
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