drsummeroff

MISERY I It occurred to him in the dressing room – as quickly as a flash of lightning descending from the sky. He was a marionette. An actor in a b-rated movie – a movie so ridiculous it made the six Sharknado

The memories returned this night – unwelcome guests banging on the door, demanding to be let inside so they could share their frosty gifts with those inside. Buzi had asked the blob to open that door and

Abishag is lying in a cell with Buzi standing over him. The elder is holding a large capsule. “Take this. Quickly. Before the guards return.” Abishag takes the pill and swallows it dry. “How did you manage

Calm… There is no calm. BE CALM! DAMMIT! Still, the anger. Always that anger. That rage. That hurt. It was always there in him. Driving him. Giving him that unquenchable thirst for murder. For revenge.

The Blob’s Antechamber – deep, deep within the compound… Dr. Summeroff smiles as he checks his mobile device and sees the numbers from the BlobCoin ICO hit 300 Million!! The crypto is a huge hit… Already,

The Compound… The Blob’s Antechamber Yesterday…. Dr. Summeroff, not a man known for his cheery disposition was positively beaming. He was in the Blob’s Antechamber, sitting in his great chair by the control

The Techno-Chamber Deep, deep within the Compound… “Blobdammit!” A visibly frustrated Dr. Summeroff blurts out from his workstation in the Order’s Technology Chamber. This area of the compound is different

Deep in the Bowels of the Tiny Lister Memorial Arena – Post Clash IV… “Watch your step Mr. Vastrix”, Dr. Summeroff snaps as the Cyborg Warrior almost trips on a pipe running across the floor. At eye level,

The Order’s Compound - Location Unknown… 15:12 - The Blob’s Ante Chamber… Buzi, Abaddon and Abishag stand mindful watch over the unconscious Doctor Summeroff. The Doctor lies at the foot of the Chilean

Summeroff, Abishag, Abaddon and Buzi sit in the Order’s limo, stuck at a lift-bridge. “Blobdammit!” Summeroff barks, his anger at this delay evident, “Why does this always happen…those boats have all day

The darkness is all encompassing. Nary can a sight be seen, nary a voice heard. It had been this way for years now. Simply…Dark. And then…for the first time in what seems like an age…footsteps. Footsteps

HOMESTEAD I TOAD RIVER, British Columbia – Abishag’s alarm goes off. 05:00 “shit…” he grumbles as he rolls out of his bed. He stands and stretches. His muscles loosen up. That was a good thing. Some days,