Showing posts with label chon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chon. Show all posts

Thursday, March 19, 2009

0102 once wasn't enough

Everywhere you looked there was the obvious proliferation of frogs. Not so obvious was the subtle movement of fashion toward 1980's style sensibilities.  Hair became slightly bigger, leg warmers began showing up, chandelier-earrings spiked in sales, androgynousness started looking  more attractive on both sides. 

Chon pulled out a fat Cuban, lit up, and bellowed smoke out into the evening air like a freight train signalling its oncoming course. He grinned a gorilla faced, or possibly chimpanzee faced grin. Turns out someone noticed the old trend recycling itself.

"Let's t(d)o it." he said, tramping down mystery mountain on the way to Aspiere. Everything was going according to plan.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

77.

John Ramboa narrowly escaped being blown to death by artillery fire power thick enough to level a reasonably sized city. After disposing of his well armed but incompetently trained (and deadly inaccurate) enemies he made his way through a generic forest. It's not clear exactly how a forest of this sort reveals itself in the real world except to say that it has no distinguishing characteristics whatsoever. Kind of like that girl you know who looks like every other girl you've met, yet whose features remain distinctly unremarkable.

When he emerged he found himself amidst several frogs that he promptly decided to use for target practice...

After out running a spontaneous nuclear explosion, Chon (possibly a synthesis of several Arnie movie characters) dove in spectacular fashion in what amounted to a physical manifestation of a declarative sentence. Science and nature defeated in one foul swoop, the laws of physics had been broken in at least seventeen different ways with this single act. Chon dusted himself off, then stood triumphant, he had arrived...