Post by 23skidoo on Jul 31, 2007 9:29:09 GMT -5
The Information Minister has been wandering far and wide across the not so fair city of Malton, looking for the scoop, pushing for the Pulitzer and generally keeping the 'Y' in stYle.
After a lonely forage through the PBS wilderness of the south west and a fruitless search for the Rouge Heart Aces he finds himself far from safety in the wildlands of forgotten Quarlesbank.
How did he get here you may ask, and why even bother. Well my brothers and sisters...and cows, when we forsake the outer limits of our city we give up on so much more. If you want to find the answers and the stories then look out, not in.
And the answers are grim. Calvert is gone, the suburb of Gatcombeton is a mess and all around are empty buildings and groans on the wind.
The minister has collected stories, some brutal, some despairing, some heartfelt and warming...not too many of them unfortunatley, many are too tragic for the 6 o'clock news and Rons emotional range.
He will continue to broadcast from the wild, bringing the voices of the few to the ears of the many. But brace yourselves my friends, for these tales may be hard to bear.
After a lonely forage through the PBS wilderness of the south west and a fruitless search for the Rouge Heart Aces he finds himself far from safety in the wildlands of forgotten Quarlesbank.
How did he get here you may ask, and why even bother. Well my brothers and sisters...and cows, when we forsake the outer limits of our city we give up on so much more. If you want to find the answers and the stories then look out, not in.
And the answers are grim. Calvert is gone, the suburb of Gatcombeton is a mess and all around are empty buildings and groans on the wind.
The minister has collected stories, some brutal, some despairing, some heartfelt and warming...not too many of them unfortunatley, many are too tragic for the 6 o'clock news and Rons emotional range.
He will continue to broadcast from the wild, bringing the voices of the few to the ears of the many. But brace yourselves my friends, for these tales may be hard to bear.
