Jared Axelrod

This one took awhile. Not that it was hard to write, just that I kept being distracted by J.R. playing On The Rain-Slick Precipice Of Darkness, Episode 2. There’s a part where you have to beat up rich people to get money to buy a bracelet to give to a receptionist to enter an asylum to free a scientist who will give you a card so that your robot monkey can win a trophy. Later, the robot monkey helps you fight architects. While wearing a top hat. Seriously. Most entertaining game ever.

Not that this story has anything to do with that sort of thing.
On June 25, 2008, a geologic expedition in the Antarctic came across a unexpected sight: glacier drifts had uncovered the wreck of a zeppelin, named Gleaming Solace. While the exact nature of what this craft’s mission was remains a mystery, a journal from the hold holds some clues as to what these brave men were doing, so close to the South Pole. The following is from the journals of Prof. Ulysses Carnabatch, regarding the final voyage of Gleaming Solace.

October 14
My mind cannot shake the image of the poor boy’s blood soaking into the dark planks of the ship. Captain Spritener said he took responsibility for the body, but I cannot help but find myself feeling a tinge of guilt. Perhaps it is another symptom of my failing heart, puny muscle that it is. For there is no reason for me to feel guilty. Superstitions are hardly my purview, and I will not cotton with them. Not now, and not ever.

Would that this journey to Patagonia not be ruined with such unpleasantness. The dream of a tropical paradise has now be marred by the realities of a life at sky…

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