FCM025 – The Ballad of Bubba & Rooster

FCM025 - The Ballad of Bubba and Rooster
Welcome to Flashcast Minisode 025 – The Ballad of Bubba & Rooster

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      FP431 – The Irregular Division: Hostilities, Part 2 of 3

      Welcome to Flash Pulp, episode four hundred and thirty-one.

      Flash PulpTonight we present The Irregular Division: Hostilities, Part 2 of 3
      (Part 1Part 2 – Part 3)

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      Tonight, we report on unpleasant and indecent acts as they unfold across Great Britain. This episode, dedicated to Captain Pigheart, is definitely not safe for children, workplaces, or your parents.

       

      The Irregular Division: Hostilities, Part 2 of 3

      Written by J.R.D. Skinner
      Art and Narration by Opopanax
      and Audio produced by Jessica May

       

      November, Year One

      Source: The Capital City Citizen

      Headline: UK TERROR ATTACK

      Body:

      We have reports, most from what remains of the BBC, that Great Britain has been the target of a well-coordinated string of bio-weapon attacks conducted by an unknown group of aggressors.

      Indications began to crop up on social media feeds around 10PM London time, and it has been confirmed that an emergency declaration was made to European Union officials, by British parliament, shortly before midnight.

      Though transcripts of the conversation have yet to be released, the discussion was obviously dire: A naval task force was immediately deployed, and fighter jets scrambled.

      No official tally has yet been provided, but witness reports from one Princess Cruises ship, re-routed from its Brest-to-Plymouth course by military vessels, claim that at least three fishing-class boats were sunk within view of the vacationing families watching from the liner’s balconies.

      Aircraft were also targeted, as cellphone photos of wreckage, taken in the northern provinces of the French countryside, have surfaced online. Though currently unconfirmed by Citizen staff, information on the ground is that all lives on EasyJet flight U2-7142 have been lost. It is unclear if the infection had spread to the passengers and crew.

      FP431 - The Irregular Division: Part 2 of 3While every death related to this incident is an unfortunate loss, it appears the hastily erected quarantine blockade is holding.

      Satellite and fly-by imagery was hampered during the night hours, but dawn has found a very changed island.

      Social media reports seem to indicate rioting, but no observers were prepared for the swathes of human flesh that they were presented. While the plague’s transmission mechanism has yet to be determined, it is clear that close contact is more than enough to spread the epidemic.

      One man was spotted sprinting away from a crowd in a panic, along the Liverpool docks, only to stop some dozen feet ahead of his pursuers, possibly due to a shift in the wind. When he halted, so too did the twenty to thirty revelers behind him. He immediately began to strip, first removing the scarf he’d wrapped about his face and the goggles he’d been wearing but not stopping until he was completely nude. Though the crowd howled at his display, they could not join him in disrobing: Each was already in a state of undress.

      It is reported that those giving chase were endlessly grabbing at each other, and themselves, in their anticipation.

      Finally naked, the man apparently turned back towards his stalkers, and what can only be described as an orgy ensued.

      The merchant ship that spotted the activity, its Norwegian crew having drawn up its entry at the earliest indication of trouble, cut ties from the shore and moved into open water once it was obvious that, after an hour’s brutal sexual interaction, not all members of the clench had survived the ongoing copulation.

      However, as of press time, the sole government-acknowledged release has been from the European Centre for Disease Prevention and Control, who set down a light aircraft at the Manchester airport at approximately the same hour as the incident reported by the Norwegian crew. For reasons of expedient public disclosure, the center’s visual link was provided to news sources uninterrupted and unedited.

      Video from the cockpit shows two armed analysts moving from the plane only to be caught up in a tide of naked humanity flowing from the terminal in search of a target to sate their lust. Though the recording provides no audio, the pair can clearly be seen attempting to retreat from the flood until their suits are breached by groping hands. Once their barriers are violated, both members of the ECDC strip away their gear at top speed, their tongues making lewd gestures towards the infected even before they were free of their suits.

      What follows is a horrifying sight: The group falls to the tarmac as a single pulsing mass of limbs and genitals, and remains there for the majority of the broadcast. In the end, just three of the dozens who entered the frame stand to depart, the rest having evidently died of dehydration, exhaustion, or simple brute injury during the act of mob fornication.

      Though the survivor is not visible, a slight shake then indicates the plane’s engine was restarted, and the perspective swings to an empty runway.

      The remaining lovers – two men and a woman – turn as one at the noise, running directly towards the small plane’s single prop. Though the males’ libido is clearly on display, the look of hunger in the trio’s eyes is perhaps what is most unnerving. The fervor remains unchanged even as the group move to embrace the escaping craft. While the view provides little detail, it is clear that their embrace of bone and meat is enough to damage the propeller, and the final seconds of the transmission are a quickly approaching utility hangar.

      There is no confirmation as to if the pilot perished in the impact. Perhaps it would be the better option.

      As of the time of this printing, millions are expected dead.

       

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        FP430 – The Irregular Division: Hostilities, Part 1 of 3

        Welcome to Flash Pulp, episode four hundred and thirty.

        Flash PulpTonight we present The Irregular Division: Hostilities, Part 1 of 3
        (Part 1Part 2 – Part 3)

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        Tonight, the Irregular Division find themselves landing in a very changed British forest.

         

        The Irregular Division: Hostilities, Part 1 of 3

        Written by J.R.D. Skinner
        Art and Narration by Opopanax
        and Audio produced by Jessica May

         

        February, Year One
        Source: Presentation to Working Group Alpha
        Presenter: Head

        […]

        Ever been at 35,000 feet and have someone punch out your pilot?

        Fine, smartass spec ops guy at the back of the room, ever been at 35,000 feet and have someone punch your pilot completely out of your transport?

        It was the old “I leave you now – TO YOUR DOOM” scenario, and Ms. Atlas was having about -10% of that bullshit.

        In fact, I believe the fellow in question, apparently a Kar’Wickian turncoat, was about halfway through his dialogue when she said “You announced you were leaving, so fucking LEAVE,” and then she hit him.

        Now, listen, I’ve been in situations where an unexpected punch is thrown. I’ve been in locations where “and then he hit him” was not an out of place option. You’re sitting in a bar, the guy five stools down is mouthing off, the fella whose wife he’s making fun of turns around, boom.

        There’s usually some blood, maybe a broken pint glass, maybe some apologies to the barkeep if you’ve made a mess.

        When I say “and then she hit him,” I don’t mean he fell to the floor and groped for his missing teeth, I mean it was like watching a Dodge Ram with a novelty fist strapped to its fender slam into someone. His body passed cleanly through the skin of our admittedly fragile high-altitude insertion vehicle, and I doubt he was in any condition to pull his ripcord on the way down.

        In instances like that I like to remain cool and calm, I like to deliver a witty one-liner and perhaps sip on an extremely dry martini.

        There was no booze service on the flight, but I do believe I managed to utter the line, “holy fuckity fucking fuck.”

        The Irregular Division: Hostilities, a futuristic podcast with a certain heroic flavourNow, have you ever seen a largely cybernetic She-Hulk gracefully touch down an injured craft as if a sparrow alighting on a willow branch while dawn’s gentle tendrils crest the horizon?

        Me either, because she grabbed the controls and dropped us to five hundred feet at such a high rate of acceleration I thought the tail section was still a good half-mile above us.

        I remember her laughing and laughing while the wind howled through the Wile E. Coyote hole in the wall.

        Betrayal, as it turns out, is extremely low on Atlas’ list of preferred daily events, and I could tell she wasn’t in the greatest mood as the wingtips grew closer to the grasping trees of Sherwood Forest. We’d picked up a lot of speed from our sudden descent and the titanium skeleton was shivering in the clutches of that much g-force.

        Then as quickly as our pilot had gone truly airborne, we came across the target site. Abruptly the windshield was full of stars, and I swore I could feel the frame giving out under the pressure, which was kind of okay with me as we were just as abruptly staring at the ground – then we were on it, skidding through frozen dirt and tufts of snow.

        Atlas didn’t bother to use the door – hell, she didn’t even bother opening the tub full of expensive firearms we’d been supplied.

        Some poor murderous schmuck came up to the hole, AK-47 poking in like a curious dog’s nose, and then there was no more schmuck, there was only Atlas, and, like a magic trick, it was suddenly HER AK-47.

        Yes, I’d say that’s when the shit really hit the fan.

         

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          FCM024 – The Yellow Streak

          FCM024 - The Yellow Streak
          Welcome to Flash Pulp Minisode 024 – The Yellow Streak

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            FPSE029 – Road Into Summer

            Welcome to Flash Pulp Special Episode Twenty-Nine.

            Flash PulpTonight we present Road Into Summer

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            Tonight we Kill All Vociferation as we briefly gaze through a window into a universe that wasn’t, but may still be. Join us, with a pair of old friends, for a short journey into Summer’s swelter.

             

            Road Into Summer

            Written by Opopanax
            Art and Narration by Opopanax
            and Audio produced by Jessica May

             

            FPSE029 - Road Into Summer

             

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              FPSE028 – Vanitas: Digging

              Welcome to Flash Pulp Special Episode Twenty-Eight.

              Flash PulpTonight we present Vanitas: Digging

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              Tonight we take a detour into the woods and find ourselves at the site of an unusual burial.

               

              Vanitas: Digging

              Written by Opopanax
              Art and Narration by Opopanax
              and Audio produced by Jessica May

               

              FPSE028 – Vanitas: Digging

               

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                FP429 – Coffin: Dislocation

                Welcome to Flash Pulp, episode four hundred and twenty-nine.

                Flash PulpTonight we present Coffin: Dislocation

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                Tonight, Will Coffin, urban shaman, and Bunny, his apprentice, find themselves dealing with an apparition that simply wants to move on.

                 

                Coffin: Dislocation

                Written by J.R.D. Skinner
                Art and Narration by Opopanax
                and Audio produced by Jessica May

                 

                It was a strange gig.

                Bunny stood at the edge of the lake, her hands deep in her pockets and her denim jacket shut against the wind that roared across the water.

                She stood with Mantas and Greta Kulpa, whose hard faces watched Will Coffin swing high his arcane token upon the rocky shore.

                Behind them was a plain white cross, nailed together and painted by Mantas’ own hands.

                The sky howled and the rain came, yet still somehow the Kulpa’s cheeks remained dry.

                Their English was crisp, but they delivered it as embittered spitting.

                Mantas asked, “is this going to take long?”

                Bunny shrugged. “Do you really hate it that much here?”

                “How much do we hate this place?” asked Greta.

                “We hate this place so much we are literally driving directly to the airport to leave,” replied Mantas.

                “We hate this place so much I may lobby the Grand Duchy to declare war on your miserable nation. I hardly think you’ll notice, but hopefully it will be enough to find us on the no fly list, and thus free of your grubby hands, sarcastic remarks, and ironic tourist sunglasses.”

                “Not much longer,” answered Bunny.

                The Crook of Ortez maintained its revolutions, its power, waxing in these late days, summoning up waves as well as pulling at the phantoms of the dead, teasing them to rise.

                Bunny had seen her partner conjure the apparitions dozens of times, but never quite like this. It certainly was dramatic, at least.

                On this occasion, however, no shimmering form appeared. Her partner made no extended entreaties, nor threats, nor even dry coughs. The storm hit a furious tempo, and then he let the chain drop, and the gale with it.

                Thunder broke and rolled across the calming blue, and a downpour began to march in their direction from the distant shore. It’s ferocity, however, was nothing more than natural.

                “It’s done,” said Will, his leather jacket dripping as he approached the cluster of observers.

                “Great light show,” said Bunny, “but next time play some Floyd or something,”

                The comment was out of her mouth before she considered her audience, but, given the Kulpa’s stolid indifference, she found it difficult to deliver a sorry.

                “You spoke with her?” asked Greta.

                “Yes,” replied Coffin.

                “You told her we still intend to depart?” asked Mantas.

                “Yes,” replied Coffin.

                “How did she take it?” asked the mother, and Bunny thought it seemed as if she expected the dead girl would talk back.

                Will shrugged. “She seemed okay.”

                FP429 - Coffin: Disclosure, a Skinner Co. Network Podcast“Indifference? Typical,” said Greta. “I told you this place had warped her. Even in death she does not care about her parents. So ungrateful – so, so: So American.”

                Mantas only grunted.

                Coffin and Bunny stood together as they watched the pair climb the embankment, arm in arm. Within seconds the rented yellow hatchback was back on the highway and out of sight.

                There was no wave goodbye, but Bunny consoled herself with the fact that they at least hadn’t spit on her as they departed.

                “I missed what you were supposed to tell her – was it anything that would make me feel bad about thinking they’re a couple of puckered-asshole righteousness fondlers?”

                “Nah,” answered Coffin. “They said, ‘tell her we can not stand this place. We are still leaving, good luck in the afterlife.”

                “They didn’t seem too fuckin’ wadded up about the untimely death, and still missing corpse, of their only offspring? For all they know the bass are slowly shitting out their daughter down there. Why didn’t they at least ask her where her remains were?”

                “Some use ritual as a system for dealing with the guilt they ignore. Those folks know they are right and proper, so it’s not their fault they’ve failed to make it in America, or failed to raise their daughter, or failed to change in any way as the world has ground on around them.

                “They came to me not to get answers, but to simply put a period on the sentence. They have, to their own minds, done what they can – and now they’ll get on with the next thing.”

                As they spoke, the pair climbed the same hill they’d watched the parents scale. Shuffling towards the car they’d rented at the Kulpa’s expense, a sixteen-year-old girl in a Ramones t-shirt and frayed-kneed jeans joined them.

                “Exactly,” she said, “and it’s that same unthinking dedication to their ancient ways that would have forced them to drag me back to a place I remember hating as much as I remember it at all – or, if I’d fought hard enough, would have left them in a small town half a world away, complaining endlessly about the daughter they never saw, talked to, or in any way helped support. Still, they’d cry over it, and they wouldn’t even understand why. Just that it’s what is done.

                “Better they think I’m dead then a blight upon the family, carousing and living a wild life in America.”

                With no more time spent lingering than Matas and Greta had invested, Will, Bunny, and the very alive Melina Kulpas leaned into a quick U-turn, then sped back to the city.

                 

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                  FPSE027 – Meeting

                  Welcome to Flash Pulp Special Episode Twenty-Seven.

                  Flash PulpTonight we present Meeting

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                  Meeting

                  Written by Opopanax
                  Art and Narration by Opopanax
                  and Audio produced by Jessica May

                   

                  FPSE27 - Meeting

                   

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                    FP428 – Extremes

                    Welcome to Flash Pulp, episode four hundred and twenty-eight.

                    Flash PulpTonight we present Extremes

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                    Tonight, we hear a tale of gun play and international terrorism as it plays out across the acreage of a small Midwestern farm.

                     

                    Extremes

                    Written by J.R.D. Skinner
                    Art and Narration by Opopanax
                    and Audio produced by Jessica May

                     

                    Marina Hedges sat at her simple wood table, her fingernails unpainted and her hair pulled into a tight bun.

                    In the fields beyond the farmhouse, Felix and Oscar were barking.

                    Though she suspected it was nothing more than a fox – though the kettle was on the cusp of whistling and her tea in near need of tending – she stood.

                    From his place upon the kitchen wall, Howard, in his Marine uniform, seemed to watch her as she shuffled towards the bedroom they would again share once he’d returned from deployment.

                    The kettle whined. The dogs howled.

                    * * *

                    Now crouched just inside the fence, the trio began their planned slow approach, but they had not expected the persistence of the barnyard mutts, nor the difficulty of dealing with such beasts within the confines of dense wheat.

                    FP428 - ExtremesA pair of shark-like ripples moved through the tall grass, their zig-zag approach growing ever closer while never revealing enough riled fur to attempt a shot.

                    Their plan had seemed a reasonable thing when discussed across steaming cups of tea in their shared apartment. The command had been simple: Using social networks, find the husbands and wives of those in uniform, then make those fighting on distant shores understand the death of family in the personal way that each of the trio understood it.

                    They had laughed and joked as they’d flipped through the photos, constructing ridiculous histories for each potential victim. It’d been easy: They’d been nothing but faces on a screen.

                    In the end, the canines nearly overran them. It was their leader – dressed from head to toe in black and armed with the only automatic weapon between them – who opened fire and brought the hounds low.

                    The spurt of thunderclaps from his weapon, however, was the end of their attempt at surprise.

                    * * *

                    Marina had trained the dogs herself.

                    Psychological concerns had kept her from service, but there was no doubt that her own mother’s death in combat had fueled some of her interest in Howard’s accomplishments, and her several youthful attempts at sneaking past the recruiters.

                    She’d already had the AR-15 in her hands before the shooting had begun, and, by Oscar’s final whimpered complaint, she was positioned in the shadows of her front porch, her body and weapon nearly invisible behind the long bench on which she spent her evenings reading.

                    Across the driveway three men broke from the shelter of the field, and she could see their eyes were anxiously large, which made them seem somehow tiny against the sea of wheat.

                    She did not fire, but she did think of Oscar and Felix.

                    The intruders stepped forward, un-noticing of their observer as they exchanged forceful whispers and blur-fingered hand signs.

                    She did not fire, but her mind did land briefly on her mother.

                    Throwing down his pistol, the leftmost approached the tallest of the bunch, the one dressed all in black, and seemed to argue turning back.

                    Sure now that a few missed rounds wouldn’t give them opportunity to withdraw into the depths of the grain, Marina settled into a slow exhale and fired – and fired, and fired.

                    In the end the invaders didn’t get off a shot. The only sound they made, at least that she could hear, was the call of the man who’d suggested retreat. He’d shouted “Aariz” twice before bleeding out, but she’d had no way to know it as the name of his uncle, who was long dead from a misplaced drone rocket that had detonated in his apartment’s kitchen.

                    For the next five years not a sign-up would pass through a recruiter without having heard or told the tale of Marina Hedges’ defense, but it would take only a week for the news to filter back to the trio’s hometown, where, upon hearing the story, each man’s son swore revenge.

                     

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                      FPSE26 – The Queen’s Conversion

                      Welcome to Flash Pulp Special Episode Twenty-Six.

                      Flash PulpTonight we present The Queen’s Conversion

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                      Tonight we return to the Hundred Kingdoms to witness a transformation happen under the close watch of Queen Sofia Esperon.

                       

                      The Queen’s Conversion

                      Written by J.R.D. Skinner
                      Art and Narration by Opopanax
                      and Audio produced by Jessica May

                       

                      Tonight we return to the Hundred Kingdoms to witness a transformation happen under the close watch of Queen Sofia Esperon.

                       

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