This needs to be shared.
Ever wonder what would happen if someone dug up Edgar Rice Burroughs' corpse, extracted his mouldering brain, sandwiched it between two slices of rancid cheese, and then ate the resulting delicacy?
Sure you have; who hasn't? And now this timeless question has an answer.
The Eye of Argon, voted the "worst science fiction story ever written". This short story attains a kind of inverse brilliance in the tradition of Ed Wood. I mean, only some kind of savant who has seen beyond the limitations of normal human experience could invent adjectives like "scozsctic"; any mere mortal would induce a synaptic meltdown simply by contemplating such an unholy juxtaposition of consonants.
Read, my friends, and be enlightened.
"Prepare to embrace your creators in the stygian haunts of hell, barbarian", gasped the first soldier.
"Only after you have kissed the fleeting stead of death, wretch!" returned Grignr.
A sweeping blade of flashing steel riveted from the massive barbarians hide enameled shield as his rippling right arm thrust forth, sending a steel shod blade to the hilt into the soldiers vital organs. The disemboweled mercenary crumpled from his saddle and sank to the clouded sward, sprinkling the parched dust with crimson droplets of escaping life fluid.
The enthused barbarian swilveled about, his shock of fiery red hair tossing robustly in the humid air currents as he faced the attack of the defeated soldier's fellow in arms.
"Damn you, barbarian" Shrieked the soldier as he observed his comrade in death.
The councilor slumped to his knees as Grignr slid his crimsoned blade from Agfnd's rib cage. The fat prince stood undulating in insurmountable fear before the edge of the fiery maned comet, his flabs of jellied blubber pulsating to and fro in ripples of flowing terror.
"Where is your wisdom and power now, your magjesty?" Growled Grignr.
Thanks to the tag-team efforts of varsil and porphyre for sending me this link.
Sure you have; who hasn't? And now this timeless question has an answer.
The Eye of Argon, voted the "worst science fiction story ever written". This short story attains a kind of inverse brilliance in the tradition of Ed Wood. I mean, only some kind of savant who has seen beyond the limitations of normal human experience could invent adjectives like "scozsctic"; any mere mortal would induce a synaptic meltdown simply by contemplating such an unholy juxtaposition of consonants.
Read, my friends, and be enlightened.
"Prepare to embrace your creators in the stygian haunts of hell, barbarian", gasped the first soldier.
"Only after you have kissed the fleeting stead of death, wretch!" returned Grignr.
A sweeping blade of flashing steel riveted from the massive barbarians hide enameled shield as his rippling right arm thrust forth, sending a steel shod blade to the hilt into the soldiers vital organs. The disemboweled mercenary crumpled from his saddle and sank to the clouded sward, sprinkling the parched dust with crimson droplets of escaping life fluid.
The enthused barbarian swilveled about, his shock of fiery red hair tossing robustly in the humid air currents as he faced the attack of the defeated soldier's fellow in arms.
"Damn you, barbarian" Shrieked the soldier as he observed his comrade in death.
The councilor slumped to his knees as Grignr slid his crimsoned blade from Agfnd's rib cage. The fat prince stood undulating in insurmountable fear before the edge of the fiery maned comet, his flabs of jellied blubber pulsating to and fro in ripples of flowing terror.
"Where is your wisdom and power now, your magjesty?" Growled Grignr.
Thanks to the tag-team efforts of varsil and porphyre for sending me this link.