November 16th, 2007

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  • 20:37 worked today, working tonight. Too much work? Got a crew working on that for me... #
  • 21:17 We are racing towards a nervous breakdown, but one of us has chemical enhancements. #
  • 21:24 crystallized ginger/ dark chocolate bar, Amy's cheese enchilada meal, not enough water. #
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ha!

Maybe I'm just cranky today.

Feds raid 'Liberty Dollar' HQ in Indiana; take coins and illegal currency featuring Ron Paul

Some choice quotes:
Paul Harvey, well-known and respected news commentator, reported: "In five years it has become the second most popular currency in America."

Finally beat Monopoly, now second only to REAL Money.

From the Liberty Dollar Defense Fund announcement:
Please make your check or money order out to me as there is no other bank account and mail it to: Liberty Dollar, 225 Not Really Gonna Help Them. Evansville. Indiana.

Bernard von NutHaus
Monetary Architect
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Silver Bullets

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Here's the premise. The Lone Ranger was known for leaving behind silver bullets as his calling card. Silver Bullets are used for killing werewolves. So, we are doing the Lone Ranger as a werewolf hunter. See the movie Ravenous for mood :)

I'm sending each writer only the 250 words immediately preceding their contribution as well as my opening page. Please email the next 250 words back to me within a few days. Once it is finished, I'll post the complete story.

Silver Bullets


Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear.... The Lone Ranger Rides Again!

When Tonto failed to return to camp by morning, the Texas Ranger tied on his mask, tossed his saddlebag onto his trusty steed, Silver, and set out to find his usually faithful companion. Riding out of the box canyon, he noticed smoke to the north. Knowing that Tonto would have stopped to check on the fire, he headed that way himself. As he wound through the scrub brush and cedars, Silver grew increasingly nervous.

Emerging into a clearing, he found a smoldering Conestoga surrounded by mangled bodies. A family of pioneers had been disemboweled, their camp demolished. Bloody footprints fouled the snow. They had been attacked by wolves. Oddly, the one intact body was a naked man, with a shotgun blast to the chest and an arrow protruding from one eye.

The masked man dismounted and stepped closer to examine the arrow. It was one of Tonto's, from the collection that had blessed for protection against skinwalkers. These had been no ordinary wolves.

The Ranger searched the camp and bodies, but found no identification. So he piled the remains onto the smoldering wagon, added some dried brush, and built the fire back up to a full roar. He would leave word at the nearest town for anyone looking for the missing family. For now, however, he needed to find his own absent comrade.

He swung back onto the saddle and turned Silver to follow the bloody paw and foot prints back into the hills.