“Totally bogus narrative structure.  WTF?”  He actually spoke the letters “WTF,” and rolled his eyes.

Some days they went to the beach to collect scrap metal from the effluent that came gushing out of pipes under the shadow of the giant steelworks.

To find help, Nelson was forced to go outside official channels. The first disciples he acquired belonged to a group of hackers known as the R.E.S.I.S.T.O.R.S., which stood for Radically Emphatic Students Interested in Science, Technology, and Other Research Studies.

On his long walk home, he came up with the four maxims that have guided his life: most people are fools, most authority is malignant, God does not exist, and everything is wrong.  Nelson loves these maxims and repeats them often.

With these outlandish designs, a civilian would be justified in wondering if NRO is trolling.  Unfortunately, given the agency’s extreme secrecy, it’s impossible to answer that question for sure.

Why should he need such things – tentacles – to supplement his senses?

Have you read in histories of another who has, or ever had, more spirit in attacking, more courage in persevering, more dexterity in wounding, or more ingenuity in unhorsing?

He could see that the big, muscular human who sometimes fed him chicken gizzards and salmon was distressed.  His little heart went out to the man.  “Meow!” he said again, softly.

According to him, a simple square, for example, should be viewed as just as legitimate a universe as the world around us.

Tom Hanks succumbs to the horrors of tabletop RPGs. Or does he?