In the lobby there's a poster. The poster is large, featuring a large photo of Kirk Lazarus. In large font is THE KIRK LAZARUS FILM FESTIVAL, and, underneath that, a list of films featuring none other than ... Kirk Lazarus. Indicated next to each film title is a time, and a very, non-discreet arrow pointing towards a side room where our very own ( Read more... )

A young black man in dirty and torn fatigues stumbles through the door, staggering to a halt and looking around, disoriented. He blinks a few times, turning back to look out the door, and then back into the lobby. This sure as hell isn't Vietnam, or China, or Myanmar, or wherever the hell it was they got dropped and... what the hell else ever ( Read more... )

There's a young man on the beach, curled up in a bit of a bloody lump. He looks around groggily and notes that suddenly, it got a lot brighter -- and somehow, a jungle in Vietnam turned into what appears to a tropical beach. He gets up with a slight wince and heads to the door, shakily, with one hand on his stomach ( Read more... )