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Be careful when you fight the monsters, lest you become one.—Nietzsche In the freezing and barren expanse of the South Pole lives a man, he’s short, fat and bitterly angry. His name is Mr. Klaws. There are a lot of misconceptions about the South Pole, people think it is similar to its opposite, the North Pole, it isn’t. It’s colder, dryer, and winder. No animals live on its lands (the only ones that occasionally grace its tundra are sea creatures that can escape when they fear for their lives), no animals except for Mr. Klaws and his not so merry troupe. The tales of Mr. Klaws have been lost to most, though they are

Floating out in space, somewhere a million miles from nowhere, a perpetual nuclear reaction is firing out beams of energy at a frequency that humans pick up as yellow light. Those beams of light land on a lifeless grey rock, and then they are reflected onto the dark side of an animated planet. On that animated planet, under the now grey tinted moon light, is a town nestled in the country where a sheriff’s car is parked out in front of Smokey’s Bar. Smokey’s Bar is small, rowdy and always full of familiarity. A dozen stools are lined up at the polished counter while half as many sit near the two pool tables as drink holders

Duality Donald was surrounded by dingy white walls and white tile floors. Electric lights flickered on the ceiling, painting the white in his world with more white brilliance. Other patients, wearing white smocks, seemed to be camouflaged; only their tanned legs or worry worn faces gave their locations away. From his room, Donald watched as they sailed past his open door, bodies blown by a bone chilling wind that he was sheltered from beneath his tightly wrapped bed sheets. Those bed sheets also protected Donald’s skin from the harsh electric light that beamed down from the ceiling, keeping his skin whiter than the people who walked b

Applause, Applause No, Wait, wait, wait. Dear reader I have an announcement to make. It seems that the ideas you are presented with these days are not what you think. The television promises that you will grow up to be a sports star, a singer or any other of the countless celebrities that are touted by its coloured lights. But you’re not. Books tell you everything ends happily, that monsters are balanced out by saints. The world is in sync, everything relies on everything else, and somehow we humans are kings of the world. Our hands have a more impactful touch that that of others. Global warming is the cause of our evil doers, and ca

Yarr! The seas are always rough. They pitch and toss ships about. A pirate’s life is vastly overrated. On a ship, day after day, swabbing decks, hoisting sails, and then looking for ways to pass the rest of the time. There is always something to do, but fist fights were only amusing until the entire crew had ranked themselves, from top to bottom, rematched one another and confirmed their placing’s. Gambling was also amusing, until a small group of men held all the money and refused to play anymore, knowing they could lose it all based on a bad roll of dice or deal of cards. The fun and exciting things lost their amusement when th