by Mark Finn | |
Chapter One: The Navel Adventures of Larry Croft
Larry Croft frowned and stared at his mostly-naked body in the mirror. His bacon-grease brown hair was short and close-cropped, in keeping with his new lifestyle of harmonious simplicity. The philosophy was cribbed from a website that he had found one night, a point-by-point analysis of the television show Kung Fu that tried, valiantly, to recreate the teachings of the order of Shao Lin monks that Kane belonged to. Larry thought it was brilliant, and immediately adopted it as his own personal code. Now, as he turned in the mirror, he could see that he was getting fat again. Kane wouldn't be pleased, he thought, as he struck a mock karate stance. The muscles in his shoulders and arms bunched as he shadowboxed, but the little paunch wouldn't go away. What else did Stercutus want, he asked himself. He'd given up snack cakes altogether, even quit the Novelty Candy Company six months ago, right after his health insurance paid for the surgery that eliminated the great empty flap of skin that had once contained his 300-plus pounds. The procedure cost Larry his navel, because of the amount of skin they had to move on him, and it took three months before everything was really all right, but he had managed to briefly date a girl during that time, and for Larry, that was a terrific trade-off. The Novelty Candy Company waited until all of Larry's medical bills were paid for before letting him go due to "cutbacks." Larry received two months' severance pay, which was more than generous considering he had bilked the company's insurance into paying tens of thousands of dollars for what was essentially cosmetic surgery. They knew it, and he knew it, so no one really minded that Larry got fired. Including Larry. He ran his hand over his smooth, hairless stomach, feeling the space where his belly button had once been. It had taken a long time for Larry to be able to look at his abdomen again, and finally without being disgusted at the sight. Now, he desperately wanted to fish for lint. He missed it. "Maybe they can put it back on," he mused, as he got dressed. Larry pulled on his pants and found them tighter than he was used to. The gym, he said to himself, pulling on a Kiss T-shirt from their second farewell tour. I'm going to hit the gym again and see if I can't burn it off like last time. After next week, he amended. When we're all rolling in money. Larry found that, because of the incident at last year's MagicCon, his metabolism had become heightened and burned with supernatural efficiency. Larry's friends heard about what happened second-hand, but no one knew the truth. Larry was convinced that he had become possessed at MagicCon by the Roman god of Shit, called Stercutus. In the guise of Stercutus, Larry caused several scenes, knocked a few people around, and destroyed a lot of property. As Stercutus, Larry also got drunk, and kissed and fondled a gorgeous woman, so it wasn't all bad. The now-legendary incident had gotten Larry permanently banned from MagicCon and the Radcliffe Hotel for life, and nearly earned him an arrest record. Being banned from the largest fantasy and science fiction convention in Northern California was a serious blow, but Larry had gotten a taste of life, and he wanted more. He moved out of his apartment in the suburbs and rented a garage apartment in the Tenderloin district of San Francisco. He started lifting weights and playing Frisbee in the park. He drank beer and sang at Karaoke Night. He even started dating women for the first time in his life. But old habits die hard, and the lure of his role-playing games and comic books was strong. Gradually, Larry began to slip back into his old ways. First, the various fantasy art prints migrated, one by one, out of the closet and back onto his walls (but only the more tasteful artists, like Frank Frazetta and Boris Vallejo). Then, he restarted his weekly game session, coercing his three friends, D.J, Burt, and Turk, into playing with him. Now, it seemed, his body was starting to catch up. He walked to his kitchen table, where a selection of his gaming materials laid spread out. He neatly stacked several printed pages and hid them under his writing tablet. Those were for later. Tonight, there would be no game. It would be a meeting of professionals. A meeting that would change his life and the lives of his friends forever. It had started last Wednesday, while Larry was shopping at the Rolling Ogre, the best gaming store in San Francisco. As he sifted through the dice bins, he overheard part of a conversation between Bob, the owner, and a tall, peculiar gentleman at the front counter. One thing led to another, and Larry got dragged into the discussion. That was when he met Rob Rutlege. Rutlege was an old artist, now working for the free weekly paper. But back in the day, he was one of the creative geniuses in the art department of Gamesmen, Ltd. His artwork in the LegendMaster books and adventure modules was an inspiration to thousands of teenaged would-be artists across the country. Larry introduced himself, and they fell to talking. One thing led to another, and Larry took Rob out for a burger and some beers. As Rob drank, his tongue loosened considerably, and Larry's investment of food and drinks paid off handsomely, as Rob dished the dirt about the old days at Gamesmen, Ltd. That was when he told Larry the story. It wasn't much, as stories go. Competently told, with a few laughs here and there. But Larry seized upon it, and wouldn't let go. For him, it wasn't a story. It was an open invitation. He spent a whole week researching the background, checking out facts as best as he could, and otherwise concocting an elaborate plan. It took every once of self-control in Larry's large frame not to blurt the whole thing out to D.J. and the guys. Tonight, he thought, that itch would finally be scratched. Inspiration struck him. He picked up two ten-sided dice, one black and one white. "One to fifty, I wear it. Fifty-one to Double-zero, I don't." He rolled the dice. The black die showed a zero, and the white die a five. Oh-Five! In LegendMaster, that was a critical hit! It was a sign, an omen. He ran back into his bedroom and when he re-emerged, he was wearing his battered brown fedora. Indiana by-god-Jones, he thought. This is my destiny. Larry's watch beeped. He glanced at it. Six o'clock. The guys would be here soon. After they showed up, he could go pick up Rutlege. But first, duty called. Larry walked into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. On the bottom shelf was a small, tasteful, miniature altar to Stercutus. He knew what such altars looked like, just as he knew that Stercutus was the god of shit. A lot of Stercutus' personal information stayed behind, like scraps of paper in a hurriedly- abandoned apartment, after Larry's incident at the convention. He dropped his pants and sat down on the toilet, carefully composing a prayer to Stercutus in his mind as he let his bowels go.
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Contents
Chapter One: The Navel Adventures of Larry Croft Chapter Two: 1123 Miles to Tempe Chapter Three: Enter the String Chapter Four: The Waiting is the Hardest Part Chapter Five: Rutlege's Story Chapter Six: The Plot Thickens Chapter Seven: The Fifth Man is Revealed Chapter Eight: It's a DRY Heat Chapter Nine: Preparing to Lam Chapter Ten: The Mislaid Plans of Mouse and Man Chapter Eleven: The Danger of Talking to God Chapter Twelve: Anchors Aweigh, Let's Go Men Chapter Thirteen: The End is Near Chapter Fourteen: Roll to Hit Chapter Fifteen: Six Feet of Beef Stick for the Soul Chapter Sixteen: Hello, My Name is Indio, California Chapter Seventeen: Threadgill Takes Charge Chapter Eighteen: The Players on the Other Side Chapter Nineteen: On the Road to Perdition Chapter Twenty: Welcome to Tempe Chapter Twenty-One: The Game is Afoot Chapter Twenty-Two: Should Have Known Better Chapter Twenty-Three: Test-Run at the Waffle House Chapter Twenty-Four: The Supply Run Chapter Twenty-Five: The Backhoe Chapter Twenty-Six: A Frank Discussion Chapter Twenty-Seven: A Brief History of Larry's Van Chapter Twenty-Eight: Go Speed Racer, Go Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Owner of the Thumbscrews Chapter Thirty: Brain Teasers Chapter Thirty-One: Frick and Frack Check In Chapter Thirty-Two: Scouting Chapter Thirty-Three: The Stakeout Chapter Thirty-Four: The Food Fight Chapter Thirty-Five: Time to Dig Chapter Thirty-Six: Deep in the Night Chapter Thirty-Seven: Paydirt Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Phallus of Ebon Keep Chapter Thirty-Nine: Otto and Stacy Make Good Chapter Forty: Thieves in the Night Chapter Forty-One: Critical Failure Chapter Forty-Two: Downtown Chapter Forty-Three: The Hoosegow Chapter Forty-Four: An Emergency Breakfast Chapter Forty-Five: Two Early Phone Calls Chapter Forty-Six: Threadgill Meets the Gang Chapter Forty-Seven: Back to the Van Chapter Forty-Eight: Five Days Later Epilogue Table of Contents |
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