One Year Later: Happy Anniversary for the 3000th Time
Storytelling takes place before March 2009.
It took him years of research and dead ends to find this place, but he's finally here. After Funky Flashman's death at the hands of Poison Ivy awhile back there's been a vacuum in the underworld collections market. To make himself stand out he needed something big, something with some history.
He's puffing a little as he climbs with his guides. The pair white trash methheads who came to the Rockies in search of privacy for their lab lead him to the piles of stones.
"We don't touch 'em, man." One of them says. "My grandpa used to tell me they were magic and we'd get shot or clubbed or something if we fucked with 'em. We were just supposed to be respectful."
Professor Sayer adjusts his spectacles and throws them each a large bundle of taped $20, which they dive for like ants on a picnic. "Now," he orders them. "Dig up the cairns."
"What's a karen?" the other asks.
He manages not to sigh. "The two big piles of rocks."
It took him years of research and dead ends to find this place, but he's finally here. After Funky Flashman's death at the hands of Poison Ivy awhile back there's been a vacuum in the underworld collections market. To make himself stand out he needed something big, something with some history.
He's puffing a little as he climbs with his guides. The pair white trash methheads who came to the Rockies in search of privacy for their lab lead him to the piles of stones.
"We don't touch 'em, man." One of them says. "My grandpa used to tell me they were magic and we'd get shot or clubbed or something if we fucked with 'em. We were just supposed to be respectful."
Professor Sayer adjusts his spectacles and throws them each a large bundle of taped $20, which they dive for like ants on a picnic. "Now," he orders them. "Dig up the cairns."
"What's a karen?" the other asks.
He manages not to sigh. "The two big piles of rocks."