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#20: Satan-worshipping? On MY Jupiter??? It's more likely than you think!
The year is 1922 and our cup runneth over with our 3rd lady writer. However, now there's plot all over the floor and there's no mop on hand. This novel is like two novellas in a trench coat. This is like a 7-part Doctor Who arc, but if no one was at the helm. Come for the deeply uncomfortable anti-Semitism in the center of the Earth, stay for SPAAAAAACE. And remember—
There is no Death in Keemar.
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CREDITS: Art by Michael Vincent Bramley. Music by Robare Pruyn. Sound editing by Crutch Phrase Studio.
#19: The year is 1922 and it's our second lady author of the Apocalist! Like Mary Shelley, Cicely Hamilton lived an absolutely fascinating life and wrote an absolute downer of a book. It's almost like The Great War made her even more of a pessimist or something. Come for the Feminism, stay for the Murder Amish.
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CREDITS: Art by Michael Vincent Bramley. Music by Robare Pruyn. Sound editing by Crutch Phrase Studio.
#18: The Year is 1920 and we're live with PEOPLE OF THE RUINS by Edward Shanks! This book's apocalypse is not a plague, PHEW!...just the fault of the Bolsheviks? IDK I'm pretty sure it was Capitalism that was wrong. Come for the evil Canadian, stay for the Shakespearian tragic end.
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CREDITS: Art by Michael Vincent Bramley. Music by Robare Pruyn. Sound editing by Crutch Phrase Studio.
#17: The Year is 1913 & we were pleasantly surprised by this plague that kills men! Come for JD's opinions about the uselessness of suburban life & religious fervor, stay for Aunt May & her cigarettes.
Remember friends: ALWAYS take the potato. #TeamPotato
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CREDITS: Art by Michael Vincent Bramley. Music by Robare Pruyn. Sound editing by Crutch Phrase Studio.
#16: The years are 1912 to 1914, and George Allen England gave his audience what they craved: Racism masquerading as evolutionary science. 225,000 words worth. Dang, this one was rough. Come for the authorial self-insert voted "Most Useful to be Abandoned on a Desert Island With but Honestly I'd Probably just Prefer Death Thanks", stay for "feminism!--But only if it's useful to men". WOOF.
CONTENT WARNING: Discussion of racist descriptions.
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CREDITS: Art by Michael Vincent Bramley. Music by Robare Pruyn. Sound editing by Crutch Phrase Studio.
#15: This holiday season while we read a T R I L O G Y, we're bringing peace and goodwill to mankind with a recap/review of the 2019 BBC's WAR OF THE WORLDS! It made Choices! #JusticeforTheThunderchild
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CREDITS: Art by Michael Vincent Bramley. Music by Robare Pruyn. Sound editing by Crutch Phrase Studio.
14: That's right, we broke from the timeline to bring you two novellas from two avowed Socialists! In the British corner we have H. G. "Bertie" Wells with THE TIME MACHINE! In the American corner we have Jack "He Sure Did Write About Wolves" London with THE SCARLET PLAGUE! Who will win in the clash of high school English class titans? Remember, only one of them told Stalin off. Come for the armchair anthropologist, stay for the greatest hits from every zombie movie ever.
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CREDITS: Art by Michael Vincent Bramley. Music by Robare Pruyn. Sound editing by Crutch Phrase Studio.
#13: The Year is 1912 and William Hope Hodgson was never taught to tag his porn. It's billions of years into the future, the sun is gone and science might be responsible for the monsters that roam the land--so you better not leave the 7-mile high pyramid where the millions of surviving humans live. A reminder to those of you playing the home game, Everest is only 5.49-ish miles high. Come for the time Hope pissed off Harry Houdini, stay for 27 exasperated "uh-huh"s.
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CREDITS: Art by Michael Vincent Bramley. Music by Robare Pruyn. Sound editing by Crutch Phrase Studio.
#12: The year is 1912 and if you like Roland Emmerich disaster movies do we have the apocalyptic novel for you! Come for the scientist no one listens to until it's too late, stay for the presidential B-plot! Nella STANS the gay French submarine for ever.
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CREDITS: Art by Michael Vincent Bramley. Music by Robare Pruyn. Sound editing by Crutch Phrase Studio.
#11: The year is 1908 and good old Herbert (Bertie) George Wells is at it again! Come for God's Own Idiot for a main character, stay for Bertie's scathing indictment of his own Modern Times that were just coming around the bend. Nella will die mad that there wasn't a Harold Lloyd silent film based on this.
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CREDITS: Art by Michael Vincent Bramley. Music by Robare Pruyn. Sound editing by Crutch Phrase Studio.
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