<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932909615640043230</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:43:02.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Cent Apocalypse Productions</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932909615640043230/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jameson Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165800489539936212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqJaHyfpjnY/TmwVtgy0ygI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gFW-4247F04/s220/Jameson-Picture.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932909615640043230.post-2024947232785647127</id><published>2011-09-25T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T06:42:42.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INFINITE JIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Times New Roman";}@font-face {  font-family: "Courier New";}@font-face {  font-family: "Arial Black";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Courier New"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U80UxKnpo-M/TJ42BxhH1oI/AAAAAAAAADk/Xr71CZz1oV0/s1600/Infinite+Jim+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U80UxKnpo-M/TJ42BxhH1oI/AAAAAAAAADk/Xr71CZz1oV0/s200/Infinite+Jim+2.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The story begins as Jim dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;He's dying of heroin needle-inflicted AIDS. But Jim expected no less of an end to his short, squandered life. What he didn't expect was what happens to him as he crosses over. And what really surprises him is who he meets as he is moving beyond this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;And, at the cusp of the next world, with help, Jim starts to become the person he always should have been. And in the last three hours of his life, Jim becomes Infinite Jim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;It's a journey of fixing, of repairing his broken life, and even the fixing of others who need to move on. It's a fantasy novel that pushes the limits of reality, breaks through them, and then becomes firmly planted in the world that waits for people like Jim, or perhaps all of us, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;See the&lt;i&gt; INFINITE JIM&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://infinitejimthenovel.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;See the first 10 &lt;a href="http://jamesonhallpages.blogspot.com/2010/09/infinite-jim-first-pages.html"&gt;pages: &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932909615640043230-2024947232785647127?l=www.fivecentapocalypse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/feeds/2024947232785647127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/2010/09/infinite-jim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932909615640043230/posts/default/2024947232785647127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932909615640043230/posts/default/2024947232785647127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/2010/09/infinite-jim.html' title='INFINITE JIM'/><author><name>Jameson Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165800489539936212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqJaHyfpjnY/TmwVtgy0ygI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gFW-4247F04/s220/Jameson-Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U80UxKnpo-M/TJ42BxhH1oI/AAAAAAAAADk/Xr71CZz1oV0/s72-c/Infinite+Jim+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932909615640043230.post-6623353333899150596</id><published>2011-09-25T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T06:43:22.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE INSENSIBLES</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Times New Roman";}@font-face {  font-family: "Courier New";}@font-face {  font-family: "Arial Black";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Courier New"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U80UxKnpo-M/TJ40eCm7x-I/AAAAAAAAADg/pGDmJTTjAto/s1600/guitarGuy.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U80UxKnpo-M/TJ40eCm7x-I/AAAAAAAAADg/pGDmJTTjAto/s1600/guitarGuy.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A heavy rock and roll band forms, plays, and dissipates in "megatropolis." (New York, deep underground.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The story depicts a world that we think we know, but only our band is brave enough and boneheaded enough to really get us there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;It's a drama with a comic, surrealistic edge, and each member of the band shines as a full, engaging character. When it all finally blows up, the true test becomes how a musician answers to his muse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;See the first 10 pages &lt;a href="http://jamesonhallpages.blogspot.com/2010/10/insensibles-first-pages.html"&gt;here: &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932909615640043230-6623353333899150596?l=www.fivecentapocalypse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/feeds/6623353333899150596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/2010/09/insensibles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932909615640043230/posts/default/6623353333899150596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932909615640043230/posts/default/6623353333899150596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/2010/09/insensibles.html' title='THE INSENSIBLES'/><author><name>Jameson Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165800489539936212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqJaHyfpjnY/TmwVtgy0ygI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gFW-4247F04/s220/Jameson-Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U80UxKnpo-M/TJ40eCm7x-I/AAAAAAAAADg/pGDmJTTjAto/s72-c/guitarGuy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932909615640043230.post-4772675983161396061</id><published>2011-09-25T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T06:43:58.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DARK MACHINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Times New Roman";}@font-face {  font-family: "Courier New";}@font-face {  font-family: "Arial Black";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Courier New"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U80UxKnpo-M/TJ4zR84pOoI/AAAAAAAAADc/0TY0vQg-4sg/s1600/darkMachineCover.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U80UxKnpo-M/TJ4zR84pOoI/AAAAAAAAADc/0TY0vQg-4sg/s1600/darkMachineCover.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Six decades from now . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The world is a much different place. It's been a bad time in between. Enter Sirius Mullen, clerk for State Corp #1227 in New York City. He's in charge of State Corp's interests in the estates of the dead. Sirius is a much different person than he appears to be. He's a much different person than he wants to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;One day, Sirius comes across a name in his office, the name of a dead person: Christopher Norvella, an executed environmental prophet, a cult leader . . . what did this man really leave behind? Sirius is very interested in this dead person. Meanwhile, he's finding it very difficult to be interested in anything else. Sirius thinks he is having a breakdown. Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;He's had them before . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;And so has New York City. Anarchy is bubbling up from the maglev tubes. It's ideological. Bureaucrats like Sirius are tossed out windows by gangs during the periodic blackouts caused by State Corp's mismanaged power grids. On the lucky day that changes his life, Sirius escapes this fate. He takes a day off and goes to the zoo. There he meets Julianna. Julianna is a Norvellite, passing out pamphlets to further the cause. He promptly gets himself arrested because he won't give a cop the illegal pamphlet he was given. Julianna says he's blessed. Sirius, of course, says he's always been cursed. But we see Julianna is right . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Across the swollen Hudson is Alton Delaney, chronicler of the Norvellites. Al lives alone at the end of the world in Jersey City district #6. Al is a war vet, and a vet of his neighborhood riots. Al befriends young Isaac Isaac, engineer at Fusion One, after the young man's genercycle breaks down in his crummy and dangerous neighborhood. Al tells the story of Christopher Norvella to anyone who will hear. Isaac Isaac seems to have a sympathetic ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Above them all is Popu-Sat, Venton Superprocessor #24. Popu-Sat is a self realized "spy" satellite that changes its own mission parameters to include some of the teachings of Christopher Norvella, a voice it thinks it hears as a whisper in space. Popu-Sat becomes the planet's biggest convert to the idea the people are destroying the earth, and they need a change before they are wiped out by a planet that is coming to believe humanity is a virus that needs curing. And . . . as the Dark Machine, Popu-Sat gives humanity that change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;With nutty and endearing characters alienated but moved to action within their technological and bureaucratic world, The Dark Machine delves not only into an alternate but completely plausible future, but into humankind's timeless struggle for meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;See the first pages &lt;a href="http://jamesonhallpages.blogspot.com/2010/10/dark-machine-first-pages.html"&gt;here: &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932909615640043230-4772675983161396061?l=www.fivecentapocalypse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/feeds/4772675983161396061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/2010/09/dark-machine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932909615640043230/posts/default/4772675983161396061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932909615640043230/posts/default/4772675983161396061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/2010/09/dark-machine.html' title='THE DARK MACHINE'/><author><name>Jameson Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165800489539936212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqJaHyfpjnY/TmwVtgy0ygI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gFW-4247F04/s220/Jameson-Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U80UxKnpo-M/TJ4zR84pOoI/AAAAAAAAADc/0TY0vQg-4sg/s72-c/darkMachineCover.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932909615640043230.post-6963764001020611763</id><published>2011-09-25T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T06:44:43.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CORPUS CALLOSUM</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Times New Roman";}@font-face {  font-family: "Courier New";}@font-face {  font-family: "Arial Black";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Courier New"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U80UxKnpo-M/TJ4yfcbHMhI/AAAAAAAAADY/oF17JMzpqY4/s1600/Corpus-Callosum2005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U80UxKnpo-M/TJ4yfcbHMhI/AAAAAAAAADY/oF17JMzpqY4/s1600/Corpus-Callosum2005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The place is New Biggsburg, an Upstate New York city that's long past its good days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;In fact, the city is very much fading away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The time is now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;We're with Kate McCleary, a young 12th Grade English teacher at New Biggsburg High. Recently divorced, Kate is trying to hold onto her life while she feels like it is slipping away from her. Kate feels her life in New Biggsburg is the sunset of her dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;To add to the gloom, Jordan Polak, a psychic undertaker and Kate's best friend, thinks Kate's neighbor and one-time student across the street-Bertrand Rupp-is up to no good. In fact, Jordan has a premonition that he's a killer. And what starts as a kind of parlor game between Kate and Jordan-watching Bert Rupp and speculating on his nighttime romps-ends up being much more . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;We're with Bertrand Rupp, a stammering, towering twenty-year-old whose corpus callosum-the connecting pathway between the lobes of his brain-has been severed to prevent seizures. But the surgery didn't work on poor Bert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;It really didn't work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;We're with Deputy Emmet Lemon, Whitney County Sheriff, who suspects the big and bumbling judge's son is up to no good, too. There have been three horrible murders of women in New Biggsburg, they that all seem to be linked. Deputy Lemon is getting close to proving something about his lead suspect, but the State Police seem to be in his way- blocking his investigation of the judge's son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;What's really going on with Bertrand Rupp? Where does he really go when he takes those late night walks? Where does he go during a seizure, when the light in his eyes fades away? What Bertrand Rupp does . . . he does not know. What he does, he does not remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;And what he remembers is not real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;See the first pages &lt;a href="http://jamesonhallpages.blogspot.com/2010/10/corpus-callosum-first-pages.html"&gt;here: &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932909615640043230-6963764001020611763?l=www.fivecentapocalypse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/feeds/6963764001020611763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/2010/09/corpus-callosum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932909615640043230/posts/default/6963764001020611763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932909615640043230/posts/default/6963764001020611763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/2010/09/corpus-callosum.html' title='CORPUS CALLOSUM'/><author><name>Jameson Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165800489539936212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqJaHyfpjnY/TmwVtgy0ygI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gFW-4247F04/s220/Jameson-Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U80UxKnpo-M/TJ4yfcbHMhI/AAAAAAAAADY/oF17JMzpqY4/s72-c/Corpus-Callosum2005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932909615640043230.post-5220572151544868401</id><published>2011-09-25T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T06:45:21.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COPS AND ZOMBIES (TV Pilot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Times New Roman";}@font-face {  font-family: "Courier New";}@font-face {  font-family: "Arial Black";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Courier New"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U80UxKnpo-M/TJ4xiK_9SrI/AAAAAAAAADU/l-8u8l8e8xw/s1600/86th-precinct.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U80UxKnpo-M/TJ4xiK_9SrI/AAAAAAAAADU/l-8u8l8e8xw/s1600/86th-precinct.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Two New York cops on a beat in Ft. Greene Brooklyn cross paths with an arch criminal from 1886 who's come back from the dead with a score to settle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Officers Lou Tagalafarri - who is Brooklyn all over, and Officer Jon Oliver - an athletic black man with a deep well of patience, are the first to recognize Seamus Bingham for what he is . . . but it takes a little longer for them to believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Witty and charismatic Seamus (with some brand new skin) wants to get back what was once his, and claim some revenge on the city the city that hanged him while he's at it. Aided by his crew of Grays - a collection of downtown hipsters and Russian mobsters he's sucked all the life out of, his 21st-Century crime spree unfolds very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;But being the living dead, Seamus starts to fall apart, literally. Lou and Jon of the 86th Precinct discover the key to why, and how he came back. They've become the only cops that can save New York from Seamus and his gang of cadavers . . . they're the only cops that have found the true weakness of the living dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Which is a good thing for New York, because there are many more waiting for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;See the first pages &lt;a href="http://jamesonhallpages.blogspot.com/2010/09/cops-and-zombies-tv-pilot-first-pages.html"&gt;here:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Hear the Cops and Zombies theme: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="songId=80184120&amp;amp;pid=3067373218087653276" height="77" id="FlashDiv" quality="high" src="http://www.myspace.com/music/song-embed?songid=80184120&amp;amp;getSwf=true" style="display: inline;" width="400" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find more artists like &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/559885290/music/albums/17297673?ap=1&amp;amp;songid=80184120" target="_blank"&gt;Jake Doom&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/music" target="_blank"&gt; Myspace Music &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932909615640043230-5220572151544868401?l=www.fivecentapocalypse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/feeds/5220572151544868401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/2010/09/cops-and-zombies-tv-pilot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932909615640043230/posts/default/5220572151544868401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932909615640043230/posts/default/5220572151544868401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/2010/09/cops-and-zombies-tv-pilot.html' title='COPS AND ZOMBIES (TV Pilot)'/><author><name>Jameson Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165800489539936212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqJaHyfpjnY/TmwVtgy0ygI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gFW-4247F04/s220/Jameson-Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U80UxKnpo-M/TJ4xiK_9SrI/AAAAAAAAADU/l-8u8l8e8xw/s72-c/86th-precinct.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932909615640043230.post-7163500097132438386</id><published>2011-09-25T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T06:45:56.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EDGE WORLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Times New Roman";}@font-face {  font-family: "Courier New";}@font-face {  font-family: "Arial Black";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Courier New"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U80UxKnpo-M/TJ4weu4DoGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/joRN5N4ujiA/s1600/twilightTown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U80UxKnpo-M/TJ4weu4DoGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/joRN5N4ujiA/s1600/twilightTown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;There has been a terrible accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Rock musician Jake Smith has crashed his Harley Sportster. Though he couldn’t have survived, he wakes up in the hospital, mangled and alive. As soon as he’s released, his punk-rocker friends all gather at his decrepit colonial house and welcome him back from the crash as if nothing is wrong. But gradually Jake discovers . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Something is terribly wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;As the story unfolds, objects surrounding him move back in time - car model years, computers become typewriters, music gets older - and all the while his grim post-industrial city unravels before his eyes. Soon Jake begins to wonder who he is, too. He’s working on a long novel, perhaps he’s musician, now he’s not sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Jake is lost in Edge World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;There are forces in this world that want to help him. He heals unusually fast from the accident. His best friend Henry Naraka appears to be a driving force of reason. And Jake falls in love with Grace Smith, a reporter for the local paper who is using a pseudonym. Jake may have found the salvation he desperately needed in this beautiful, smart spirit. Unfortunately, one of his good friends - the manic and charismatic Billy Zebule - is not what he appears to be, but turns out to be who we expected all along . . . hope you can guess his name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Will Jake make it out of Edge World alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Is he alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;See the first pages &lt;a href="http://jamesonhallpages.blogspot.com/2010/10/edge-world-first-pages.html"&gt;here: &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932909615640043230-7163500097132438386?l=www.fivecentapocalypse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/feeds/7163500097132438386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/2010/09/edge-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932909615640043230/posts/default/7163500097132438386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932909615640043230/posts/default/7163500097132438386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/2010/09/edge-world.html' title='EDGE WORLD'/><author><name>Jameson Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165800489539936212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqJaHyfpjnY/TmwVtgy0ygI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gFW-4247F04/s220/Jameson-Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U80UxKnpo-M/TJ4weu4DoGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/joRN5N4ujiA/s72-c/twilightTown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932909615640043230.post-7611495902800682116</id><published>2011-09-25T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T06:46:37.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BILLY ARCANE AND THE WAKINYAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Times New Roman";}@font-face {  font-family: "Courier New";}@font-face {  font-family: "Arial Black";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Courier New"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U80UxKnpo-M/TJ4vdZ3xqmI/AAAAAAAAADM/RYkKl6kPP38/s1600/wakinyan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U80UxKnpo-M/TJ4vdZ3xqmI/AAAAAAAAADM/RYkKl6kPP38/s1600/wakinyan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;In the heat and heart of New Orleans, a young Lakota/Sioux Jesuit named Lee Wakinyan discovers he has gained a deep spiritual power from his mix of Christianity-the religion he has chosen-and traditional Lakota Shamanism-the religion in his bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Something wants this power . . . a foul-mouthed, soul-stealing punker-looking demon named Billy Arcane. When he crosses paths with Lee, Billy discovers the Jesuit shaman is the only person alive that can see what Billy really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;When Jesuit priests are horribly murdered at his Novitiate in Billy's botched attempt to get at Lee's soul, Lee flees for home - the reservation at Pine Ridge, South Dakota. (Something he swore he'd never do.) There he teams up with his father, Sam Nightdog, a Lakota shaman who's maintained Lee was a wishasha wakan - a real shaman - all along. Lee's hell-raiser brother, Ray, is brought into the spiritual fold, too. Though he's a lot of trouble, they need him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Billy Arcane tracks them all down. But the only souls of Wakinyan family that Billy can get are the easiest to take . . . unborn twins of Lee's twin sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;This, of course, is an act of war on the Wakinyan. Using the ancient Lakota Yuwipi ceremony and an ailing Ford Thunderbird, the father and sons become a holy-man trinity taking their chase all the way into Hell to seek revenge on Billy, get their family back, and carry out a plan that greater powers seem to have chosen them for-exorcise this demon so he will die. And boy, does Billy Arcane die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;See the first pages &lt;a href="http://jamesonhallpages.blogspot.com/2010/10/billy-arcane-and-wakinyan-first-pages.html"&gt;here: &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932909615640043230-7611495902800682116?l=www.fivecentapocalypse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/feeds/7611495902800682116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/2010/09/billy-arcane-and-wakinyan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932909615640043230/posts/default/7611495902800682116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932909615640043230/posts/default/7611495902800682116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/2010/09/billy-arcane-and-wakinyan.html' title='BILLY ARCANE AND THE WAKINYAN'/><author><name>Jameson Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165800489539936212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqJaHyfpjnY/TmwVtgy0ygI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gFW-4247F04/s220/Jameson-Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U80UxKnpo-M/TJ4vdZ3xqmI/AAAAAAAAADM/RYkKl6kPP38/s72-c/wakinyan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932909615640043230.post-1033200238237339425</id><published>2011-09-25T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T06:47:13.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROJECT 88</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Times New Roman";}@font-face {  font-family: "Courier New";}@font-face {  font-family: "Arial Black";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Courier New"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U80UxKnpo-M/TJ4t_O5Qf_I/AAAAAAAAADI/iiseuWRGqGs/s1600/bioHazard.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U80UxKnpo-M/TJ4t_O5Qf_I/AAAAAAAAADI/iiseuWRGqGs/s1600/bioHazard.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A biological weapons accident happens in a Northeastern town. Two scientists have goofed-up big time with their brew, causing a huge explosion and bad news for the DNA structure of every human for miles. Pink Flakes fall from the sky, mutating everyone they touch. The town is quarantined, and the scientists try and deal with the horrible process of their own genetic alteration while they search for a cure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;What's more, a huge monster is on the loose - the Trigamitron - a pink, seven hundred pound collection of three young boys DNA and whomever else's head it can suck off. The Trigamitron hobbles around the town chanting the mantra, "Get some, get some more..." In the end, a cure is found, but it's too late. We find the accident was planned, and a political conspiracy reveals itself. The Trigamitron - which now contains one of the scientists, thunders to Washington for revenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932909615640043230-1033200238237339425?l=www.fivecentapocalypse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/feeds/1033200238237339425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/2010/09/project-88.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932909615640043230/posts/default/1033200238237339425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932909615640043230/posts/default/1033200238237339425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/2010/09/project-88.html' title='PROJECT 88'/><author><name>Jameson Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165800489539936212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqJaHyfpjnY/TmwVtgy0ygI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gFW-4247F04/s220/Jameson-Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U80UxKnpo-M/TJ4t_O5Qf_I/AAAAAAAAADI/iiseuWRGqGs/s72-c/bioHazard.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932909615640043230.post-3561543455544703241</id><published>2010-09-24T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T04:46:19.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U80UxKnpo-M/TJyOYmOiSHI/AAAAAAAAADE/eVN4GjlvegM/s1600/techHead.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U80UxKnpo-M/TJyOYmOiSHI/AAAAAAAAADE/eVN4GjlvegM/s400/techHead.gif" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932909615640043230-3561543455544703241?l=www.fivecentapocalypse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/feeds/3561543455544703241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932909615640043230/posts/default/3561543455544703241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932909615640043230/posts/default/3561543455544703241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fivecentapocalypse.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jameson Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165800489539936212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqJaHyfpjnY/TmwVtgy0ygI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gFW-4247F04/s220/Jameson-Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U80UxKnpo-M/TJyOYmOiSHI/AAAAAAAAADE/eVN4GjlvegM/s72-c/techHead.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
