Sunday, August 19, 2007

100 Below: Volume 32

A thousand-armed angel appeared and seized me.

"Come with us," one of the angel's heads grated. We hurtled into some sort of glowing vortex. I tried to scream, but moray eels flew out of my mouth, so I gave up.

We suddenly found ourselves on an immense cliff on a different planet, in a crowd with a billion raucous aliens, all looking skyward. I looked, too. The sky was buckling like tin foil being crushed. Disaster was imminent.

"I get it," I said. "I'm this world's champion, right? Its savior?"

The angel cackled maniacally, then handed me a scythe.


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