The Curator of Schlock
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The Curator of Schlock #450: Road Games
At the same time members of the Goose Lord Gang were trying to crucify the Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilant of downtown Orlando, to a wall in the exhibit for Lucio Fulci’s The Beyond, a punk in ski mask was taking a closer look at the corpse I had on display in the exhibit. He stuck Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #449: Killer Party
Where was I? Right. A few punks were messing around with a corpse I had on display in my exhibit of Lucio Fulci’s The Beyond at the Museum of Schlock. They removed the spikes that attached the corpse to a facsimile of a basement wall. With no more support, the corpse slumped to the ground. Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #448: The Vagrant
A group of punks dragged the Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orland, into my exhibit of Lucio Fulci’s The Beyond. One encphlitic punk whipped the limp body of the Revenging Manta with a chain. Another guy in a ski mask mocked my display of the ungodly warlock Schweick. I had a sign warning customers Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #447: The Postman Always Rings Twice
I was feeling rather unsure of myself as I wandered around the fourth floor of The Museum of Schlock in the middle of the night without my kangaroo companion to protect me. As I made my way to The Beyond exhibit, I could see gang members dragging the slack body of the Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #446: The Return of Count Yorga
I made it up to the fourth floor of the once regal Museum of Schlock. I whispered for Edwige, my steadfast kangaroo companion, but she was nowhere to be seen. I made my way over to the exhibit for Lucio Fulci’s The Beyond. Acquiring the desiccated corpse of the Zombie Schweick cost the museum a pretty Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #445: The Beyond
Edwige, my steadfast kangaroo companion, and I were working our way up the stairs of the Museum of Schlock, trying to get up to the 4h floor. The Beyond exhibit was on the 4th floor. That’s where the Goose Lord gang had taken the Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orlando. Edwige was just hopping away Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #444: Visiting Hours
I’ve been warned by my attorney not to mention what happened to a punk resembling Waldo from Where’s Waldo?. I’m not supposed to mention that in a fit of rage at the destruction of the Museum of Schlock’s statue of Carl Weathers that I sicced Edwige, my steadfast kangaroo companion, on him. I’m not supposed to mention Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #443: The Car
Edwige, my steadfast kangaroo companion, and I were interrogating a punk resembling Waldo from Where’s Waldo?. I slapped him until he confessed the whereabouts of the Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orlando. “Okay—okay,” he said, spitting up blood. “They’re holding him in The Beyond exhibit.” “One more thing,” I said, Edwige and I giving him a Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #442: The Christmas Tapes
The punk I named Waldo was passed out. Edwige, my kangaroo companion from my misadventures in North America, had punched him in the sweet spot. I took a can of Mellow Yellow I retrieved from the Cold Drinks machine on the second floor of the Museum of Schlock. I shook the can vigorously, popped the Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #441: Hell House LLC
I crept up to the red and white beanie poking out among the mannequins from the movie The Warriors. When I saw the hat within arm’s reach, I leaped toward Waldo, only to see that the punk had stuck his hat atop one of the chrome domes belonging to the Turnbull ACs. I heard the punk’s Continue reading
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