Aylear
Still Alive
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Dramatis personæ: Main players Ayl, mathematician, physicist, linguist, theoretician, and the second coming of Dan. No one knows who or what Dan was, nor why it requires a second coming Coleoptera Bailey, (Bail); theoretician, artisan, and cohort of Ayl Apod, the Anthropomorphic Personification Of Death and Creator of Pregnant Pauses Dean, his less successful half brother Dead People, Dead People Others Fayle, librarian, scholar, genius, and completely unaware of any of it Maximillian, Fayle's normal half and Keeper of the Tome ______________________________________________________________ Ayl and Bail.
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| Ah! 'Tis my good friend, sir Bailey. How's it going, there, Bail? | |
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| Not too good, Ayl, my friend; not too good. The two wonderful young lasses I became acquainted with over the course of yesterday's ball... | |
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...were arrested at my apartment today for smuggling comic books.
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| Alas, it turns out that ol' Bailey was courting criminals all along. | |
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My first comic is awful for a whole different reason.
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| And now for something completely different. | |
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| Hllblblblp! Iiibliib cblan'tmn blreambhtle! Wblyy wobln't anmlyonebl hllllblp mbleeb?! | |
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| Thank you, Steve Irwin. Anglerfish are indeed majestic creatures. In other news: The increasing number of videogames for younger children. | |
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| Salutations, Ayl. What news? | |
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| Our friend, the Anthropomorphic Personification of Death, is piloting his first commercial flight and has invited us along for the trip. He has been practicing in Microsoft Combat Flight Simulator. | |
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| I'm going to go reinvent the parachute now. | |
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| So, my cohort. Though I hesitate to invade upon your privacy, I feel obligated to inquire. You seem a bit despondent. What ails you? | |
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| Ah, only the ailment of loneliness. My recent loss still burns - not a flame, but an ember unwilling to expire. | |
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| Ahh, yes. As you are prone to do, you still dwell on the ones that got away. | |
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| "The ones that were forcibly taken into custody by policemen", more accurately - but yes. Oh, we shared something in our brief time together, Ayl; we truly did. | |
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| You finally found a red-haired six foot three tall African-Asian woman with a five foot four quiet friend from Wyoming? | |
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| What does it look like I am doing? I will deal with my temporary sorrow playing my old copy of Street Fighter II. | |
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| Such counterproductive banality. Despair cannot be processed unnaturally - not even with ethanol. Only drowned. You waste your life and your time down here; time you will never get back. | |
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| What was the cheat code again? | |
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