The Horribly Prolonged Adventures of the Right Admirable Falus Aboard the Drunken Parrot.
The below excerpt is taken from a comedic serial that I hope to make a regular feature on A Dark Moon in Orbit. Think Lucasarts ‘Monkey Island’ series crossed with a demented ‘Captain Pugwash.’
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The Right Admirable Falus raised his ornate telescope and squinted into the distance. A rather tarnished eyepiece gazed back at him.
Who, or hwhat, is that?
The face was partially obscured. Sweeping his viewpoint higher, Falus wrinkled his nose at its strange adornments: a top hat, festooned with rotting grapes, and a rather preposterous feather poking out the top. Then, glancing downwards, he froze.
Behold, the lens seemed to say, a face that glistens with the frozen follicles of Hell itself.
One sarcastic hand reached up to stroke that jaunty chin, a sneer greasing its way forward.
The cold hand of fear held Falus’s itchy balls in its vice-like grip.
Mon dieu! Only one man alive could embroider a single gesture with such contempt.