Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Game Over - Part Two

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So after about 1800 words of backstory (can you say "infodump"), the plot *finally* kicks in. The hero, Eugine Verner, editor of SINNERS DANCE magazine, receives a mysterious note:
The note was folded into a small envelope, and didn't seem like it was from someone in this area.
WTF? Either the envelope had a return address--in which case he would be able to read where it was from--or it didn't--in which case he would have no way of knowing where it was from. Eugine doesn't want to open the note because:
There was a sense of dread in the air when he saw the letter, so he refrained from opening it because he's seen many of these and one of them was the picture of him on the dart board as a voodoo doll...
OK, so a picture like that might be kind of spooky. More descriptions of the envelope:
...just that the envelope was staring right at his face. Almost if the fucking thing was staring right at his soul. Just something about that small envelope gets to him, if it wasn't from this world in itself.
..the envelope appeared if it had a pair eyes. It was staring at him for good two hours, almost if the thing had a life of its own
Now he's just being melodramatic. But wait...
The return address on the envelope read Wheaton, Illinois, not just Wheaton but Wheaton College.
Look at that. The envelope did have a return address. Nicky and consistency must be feuding more than usual these days. Eugine ruminates further on the villains (and uses his heroic powers of clairvoyance to know things about them that he would have no other way of knowing:
...[Eugine and his co-editor, Jerry] were haunted by the Southlands Blue Collar Horror Movement. A bunch of bastards who openly crank Stranglehold by Ted Nugent, Disposable Heroes by Metallica, Sober by TOOL, or Empire by Queensryche – some of them were photographed wearing a Master of Puppets shirt and some drawn sitting with Edgar Allan Poe and Rod Serling in a diner.
Bwahahaha. Gary Stu. Eugine then ruminates on the deaths of some of his also-heroic contributors. Some have died in car or motorcycle accidents, by suicide, and drug overdose. Eugine does a lot of ruminating on things. Nicky isn't very good at plotting, and he leaves poor Eugine sitting around a lot. I'm pretty sure Lewis will treat Eugine better. Finally Eugine expresses his frustration with the villains trying to force him to print stuff he doesn't want to print (it's Eugine's magazine after all, so it should be his choice):
I hate these blue collar types trying to take over. Just something about them really bother me – ...Damn them all to hell, fucking bastards.
My sympathy goes out to Eugine at this point, although I do wish he would stop whining and do something. Like call the police and report the villain for harrassment via the U.S. Mail system. Not only has the villain (whose name we have yet to learn, but I'll find it for Part 3) been sending notes and videos to Eugine, but the contributors to his magazine have been writing stories threatening the contributors to Eugine's magazine.

Then Eugine finally opens the note:
...the letter says meet [the author of the note] out to a diner along North Avenue in Lombard on Saturday. They were being very cryptic with the letter but the person is a contributor to In The Depths.... The letter said for me the meet them at a diner on Saturday during the afternoon. The person behind the letter will reveal themselves then. They drew out a map of the area for me to find the place, I am familiar with Lombard.
No, Eugine, don't fall for it! And major grammar-fail in those quotes. And finally for today, Eugine uses his powers of clairvoyance again and makes a gruesome discovery:
Then the author's signature was signed in lamb's blood.
Not just blood, mind you, but lamb's blood.

Coming in Part 3, Eugine ruminates for another couple thousand words or so, then makes a decision.

9 comments:

AngryInIllinois said...

I agree Eugine don't go to the diner! If you sit and drink coffee in it, a lot of inane and boring things may or may not happen and then you'll be in Hell for no raisin!! He says we're wrong about the ending because he himself doesn't know how it will end. SPOILER: By the end of the story everyone is dead /SPOILER That includes Nicky aka Lloyd Phillip Campbell aka Zorn Mybut Hirtz who was murdered at the beginning of the story and spends the rest of eternity either sending envelopes with eyes or causing people's girlfriends to pray at night.

Oops I just gave away the ending! He just left me another love note on my DA (that I hid as well) claiming he's rewriting the diner scene, like that's going to help.

Jenny said...

You should ask him if he'll send us an updated e-ARC. He's blocked me from commenting on his DA profile and journal, so I can't do it.

AngryInIllinois said...

He blocked me too, but is complaining that I'm hiding his comments. I don't want someone to come across that page and get the wrong idea that he's in control of LFP anymore. He said in a new rant he's never hired a "proofer" for LFP, which is obvious but he should be embarassed to admit that. You can see from that comment the struggle I'm facing in getting LFP any respect but I'm going to face the challenge and turn that company around! And he can't stop me unless he murders me!

Lewis said...

By the way Jenny, don't forget to send Nicky an invoice for all the work you've done spotting inconsistencies and other areas he needs to work on. We all know the ungrateful little sod will only appreciate your hard work if he has to pay for it.

Anonymous said...

I'm kind of annoyed that Nicky considers himself to be blue-collar. Being blue-collar implies that you have some kind of job, and we all know how employable Nickle-less is.

A bunch of bastards who openly crank Stranglehold...

My, how bold and daring of them!

therustynail said...

Psst. Eugine. Go to the diner. The author of the letter is obviously a Moroccan butcher, packing a rack of lamb. Maybe he'll throw in an eyeball or two, if you're lucky.

Jenny said...

Hahaha. But that gives me an idea for another blog post. Hm...

cussedness said...

Hysterically funny. Keep up the good work.

AngryInIllinois said...

Jenny's review is hilarious I agree cussedness! The story is just as funny. As you know I'm authorized to release copies of the story for review so if you or anyone you know wishes to obtain a copy of GAME OVER my email address is angryinillinois@yahoo.com. Lake Fossil Press is also accepting submissions at that location, and we are now using lakefossilpress@gmail.com as our "complaint line" if you will.