A Short Story
"Depends," I said. "Do you mind if I spend the next hour dressing up my stuffed monkey like a crab and taking its picture?"
And then we both agreed to never tell anyone how we spend our Friday nights.
The End
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Good Morning.
Friends, a new day has dawned. It is 2009 (I'm told it has been for some time), and as such, I think it is time to break down the barriers that have been holding us back. Anything is possible!
Ninjas and pirates can get along!
Draculas and wereyorkies can co-exist!
Nosferatau and law enforcement can...well, actually, they're still trying to kill each other.
So, after finishing little Eric Draven, I decided he needed a friend--just somebody to hang out with, who would have similar interests (crime-fighting, revenge, etc) and an equally creepy face. Only one man came to mind.
It's Rorschach, of Watchmen fame!


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