Lucky Tentacle Penetration Pops
These frozen treats are named after the Lucky Tentacle children’s anime, about an ice cream store whose fortunes are turned around by a magical shapeshifting squid girl. The “penetration” in question is the act of putting the pop in one’s mouth. A disastrous test marketing in Seattle circa 1991 convinced Oksuka Pharmaceuticals that the product was best left in Japan.


Cuko Cucumber Breakfast Chips
Shaved, dehydrated and cut cucumber slices in milk. In the abstract, no different from corn flakes, especially since manufacturer Cuko created them as a way to use up excess product. The #1 breakfast cereal in Hokkaido for many years due to its low cost and sponsorship of the manga Ezo Kyōwakoku No Monogatari. Cuko tried to bring the cereal to the US in 1999, but rather than pitching it to health food stores, they attempted to sell it to children. They found few takers.


OctOK Stuffed Cepho Balls
Matsumura Fishworks turned octopus bycatch into an essential menu item for pasta, topping for pizza, and ingredient in kebabs. Shredded octopus meat stuffed into octopus-skin casings in the manner of sausages, Cepho Balls drew enthusiastic reviews from westerners in Japan, but the resulting attempt to introduce them stateside was stillborn. Rather than setting up a factory in the USA, Matsumura simply froze their balls for shipment, leading to many complaints of food poisoning and destroying the already limited market for minced mollusk.


Panda Nuts
A mixed nut snack primarily notable for sweet rather than savory flavors (like custard, caramel, and French vanilla), the adorable Padi Panda mascot helped boost domestic sales of this treat. A planned release in English speaking territories was canned when executives learned that “nut” was also slang for “testacle” in vernacular English after printing 500,000 labels for “fresh-cut, fresh-roasted, sweet, roll-around-in-your mouth Panda Nuts.”


Curry Kimchi Choco Nubs
A rather standard bar chocolate, Choco Nubs prided itself on spicy flavors like Korean kinchi, Indian curry, and pad Thai. A partnership with Cadbury to import the sweets to the UK in 1985 became an expensive disaster after the English-language labels simply listed the Choco Nubs as “savoury” with their actual flavor denoted only by color. Londoners were quite put out to find that the red-packaged “savoury” Choco Nubs had a strong taste of boiled cabbage about them.

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The love of
My life
Left me for a
Serial killer

He says she
Challanges him
He says she
Loves her job

Now he wants
To carve out
My heart for
A wedding ring

When he said
Baby, I want to
Tug on your
Heartstrings

This was not
What I had
In mind
At all

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It was a longer and harder road than it once had been to get between the Outland Empire and the Eastern Empire. Bandits were a problem, as were the general lack of mechanics and spare parts. But perhaps worst of all for the poor souls attempting to drive from coast to coast was the near-total lack of entertainment options.

Winona Greenwood had aimed to change that for going on ten years now.

Her businesses, side by side, straddled the old road right as it emerged from the mountains. The one that people saw first was “Treasures for Lovers – Romanticals,” Winona’s combination adult bookstore, adult novelty store, and exotic dancery. If ever anyone needed a little extra push through the door, its sister shop “Treasures for Livers – Intoxicants” was there.

Quaddlebaum ran the businesses day to day for Winona. He had an accountant’s mind for detail and was the only one capable of managing the enormous amount of scrip that came through the door, everything from universal exchange e-credits to Outland Empire scrip to silver coins pounded out on some godforsaken die in Ativia. But only Winona had the showman’s eye, the nose for glitz, that such an enterprise demanded. Quaddlebaum, she often said, would have squeezed the life out of the business in one very profitable week.

When he came to her in the office she kept above Treasures for Livers (the alternative was too loud), Winona was sure it was another minor dispute to be smoothed over with a smile or a sixgun. “One of those Beral boys refusing to pay for diesel again?” she said on seeing his face. “Remind them that it’s not killing the earth if the damn thing’s already dead.”

“No, Ms. Greenwood,” said Quaddlebaum. His wispy hair, what remained of it, was in even more disarray than usual. “We have a joiner.”

“Tell them to get lost.” Many people thoughout the years had thought to work at Treasures for Lovers after stumbling out of the mountains. Compared to the hard work of crossing the continent, handing out novelties and pole dances to a paying crowd must have seemed a pretty sweet deal. Winona only hired locals, though. Until you put down roots, you had no business working for her as anythong more than a shovelboy.

“That’s just it, Ms. Greenwood,” Quaddlebaum continued. “She is…quite insistent.”

“Do I need to get Jacobs down there with his rifle?” said Winona. “You know how much good bullets cost.”

“Far from it, Ms. Greenwood,” Quaddlebaum replied. “The lady in question has taken Jacobs hostage with his own gun, and says that it’s employment for her or death for him.”

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Mr. Fasty
The world moves too slow for Mr. Fasty. He is always in a hurry, always has the pedal to the polyester. If it means getting there 30 seconds faster, he will push his car harder. You are too slow for Mr. Fasty. It doesn’t matter if you’re in the passing lane doing 10 over or stopped dead at a light waiting for a left arrow: Mr. Fasty means to pass-y, and he’ll tell you so through tailgating, honking, passing on the right, or passing on the shoulder. The cops never see Mr. Fasty, because the light leaving his car will not reach them for several years.

The Slowpoke
Hold your horses there, buckeroo. The Slowpoke is here to tell you that you needn’t be in such a big damn hurry. What is there waiting for you that couldn’t be put off a bit? In taking things easy, being so Type B that he slides over into C, The Slowpoke will drive as far under the speed limit as Mr. Fasty flouts it. Highways startle The Slowpoke into deerlike shock, causing him to pause on the onramp to look for predators. Semis also spook The Slowpoke, and he enjoys taking a long deep breath and a meditative pause before proceeding through a stale green light.

Jumpin’ Lane Jack
Predictability is the enemy of Jumpin’ Lane Jack. He’s always weaving and dodging, ducking and bobbing, looking for his next hustle. If he thinks another lane will be faster, or more interesting, or offer prettier oil stains, he’ll change in a second. Weaving more than a carpet maker, Jack doesn’t have time for frills like turn signals and mirror checking. If you’re in his way, it’s your job to fix that, even if he’s cutting across 6 lanes of traffic to make a sharper left turn than Bernie Sanders.

Blocky McGee
Blocky McGee’s dream of being a pro lineman may have died in high school, but the blockin’ urge is still in his blood. He loves nothing more than to match speeds with a car in the other lane and act as a blood clot in our nation’s arteries, gumming up miles of traffic at a stroke. Left-hand turns are also a rare opportunity for Blocky to use the full length of their car to cut off multiple lanes of traffic, or to leave a generous section of their tush peeking out of a turn lane. Blocky is never more at home than when he is sitting in the middle of an intersection after a red, blocking all opposing traffic forever. Watch out for his cousin Blinky McGee as well, a man for whom blinkers only cease when the car is towed to the junkyard.

Distractio Banderas
A car is not a car for Mr. Banderas. Rather, it is a phone booth, a movie theater, a makeup cabinet, a hair salon, a restaurant, a nursery. Life in all its unfairness has dictated that he must drive; very well. But Mr. Banderas will not let that stop him from doing what is neccessary: gossip, The Fast and the Furious 7, foundation, cowlick wrangling, Taco Bell, Distractio Junior. The road will alter itself to suit his whims, and if it does not, at least he will die doing what he loves: texting Cheryl about how he is not doing anything tonight.

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MELINDA: Welcome back to Dragon Hoarders, I’m your host Melinda Doe. Now, Rustwyrm, tell me why you have this microprocessor from a 1984 PC Jr. on your hoard.

RUSTWYRM THE SCOURGE: Well, Melinda, there are trace amounts of gold in most computer circuits. As such, I felt this motherboard had a place in my hoard, until I could melt it down and refine the gold.

MELINDA: And how long have you had it, Rustwyrm?

RUSTWYRM THE SCOURGE: Since January 17, 1985, 5:17 AM MST. You have to understand, I was just starting out with my hoard at the time.

MELINDA: Do you really think, after 31 years, that you’ll ever go through the time and labor intensive process to refine it into gold?

RUSTWYRM THE SCOURGE: It also has sentimental value.

MELINDA: And the mountain of other motherboards?

RUSTWYRM THE SCOURGE: Also sentimental.

MELINDA: Rustwyrm, your cave is full and on the verge of collapse. You need to work with me on this. Now, be honest: keep, sell, or trash?

RUSTWYRM THE SCOURGE:…sell. I hear the Chinese pay a good price for this stuff.

MELINDA: Great. Now, what about this stack of Teenie Beanie Babies?

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Secret Cat!
More secret than other cats! (which is an achievement)
Secret Cat!
He lives in the shadows! (other cats merely rent in the shadows)
Secret Cat!
An assassin for hire! (if you can afford his fee)
Secret Cat!
You can’t prove he exists (better men than you have tried)
Secret Cat!
He holds back the darkness of the universe! (behold it not for it bring madness)
Secret Cat!
He opposes Public Domain Dog at every turn! (intellectual property is a cornerstone of society)
Secret Cat!
Learn about his adventures once a week (but don’t tell anybody)
Secret Cat!
If you see him on the street, keep walking! (he is not your friend)
Secret Cat!
He holds the reins of the very globe! (don’t test him on this)
Secret Cat!
You may pet his back, but not his belly! (never his belly)
Secret Cat!
Too many secrets! (too many secrets)
too many secrets
too many secrets
too many secrets
too many secrets

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The old woman squinted at them. “Raw eggs,” she said. “Raw eggs and not having a man around the house. That’s how I’ve done it.”

“Done what?” Luciano said.

“Lived to this ripe old age. Lived to be 116 years old. That’s what you came to talk to me about, isn’t it?”

“It could be something else,” volunteered Giovanni.

“Oh yes, you came to interview this old bat for something else. I’ve lived in this town since I was born and nothing interesting has ever happened here. So I tell you what I told everyone else: raw eggs, and no boyfriends.”

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Across
01. Where you buried the body.
02. “__________, your son’s real father.”
03. An unknowable field sown with rusty blades.
04. Notable Canadian war criminal.
05. “__________, rhymes with month.”
06. The last speaker of Yanguia, a tongue never heard by the West.
07. The 666th unspeakable name of the Emperor of the Night.
08. Carcosa, a city in __________.
09. Stately Virigina home larger on the inside.
10. Second president of the Confederate States of America.

Down
11. The sound of a scream in a vacuum.
12. Her last words to you.
13. The 168,334th digit of pi.
14. Experimental wingless airliner.
15. The true mortal author of Revelations.
16. He is coming.
17. __________, the beast we all fear to name.
18. One syllable that leads to madness.
19. The sigil of the gibbering moon.
20. “__________, my home on Jupiter’s surface.”

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“We don’t go up there,” said Wickerford with a fearful glance up at the densely forested hills.

“Whyever not?” said Yewbow.

“That’s where…the monkeys live,” Wickerford whispered. A feral yodeling howl from the depths underscored the fear.

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Banned for repeatedly purchasing items and returning them for a full refund with live hand grenades instead of the original objects.

r04chsexxypuppy
Banned for repeated shipping requests to regions that are part of the system but have no physical postal address (e.g. Antarctica, the ISS, Point Nemo).

BaitedGoat1138
Banned for shipping “realistic statues” of animals that are, in fact, actual animals.

banksydr1vr
Banned for selling items for “local pickup” and then placing them in hard-to-reach places (e.g. under overpasses, glued to skyscraper tops, concealed in mechanical spaces).

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