The document is a dialogue between two characters, Dorson and Chillso, in a bar. Dorson wakes up with injuries to his face and no memory. Chillso claims they met the night before but Dorson has no recollection. Chillso offers Dorson a job to get money from a local official, but the details are unclear and involve potentially harming someone. Dorson feels unwell and refuses the job, questioning if he can trust Chillso.
The document is a dialogue between two characters, Dorson and Chillso, in a bar. Dorson wakes up with injuries to his face and no memory. Chillso claims they met the night before but Dorson has no recollection. Chillso offers Dorson a job to get money from a local official, but the details are unclear and involve potentially harming someone. Dorson feels unwell and refuses the job, questioning if he can trust Chillso.
The document is a dialogue between two characters, Dorson and Chillso, in a bar. Dorson wakes up with injuries to his face and no memory. Chillso claims they met the night before but Dorson has no recollection. Chillso offers Dorson a job to get money from a local official, but the details are unclear and involve potentially harming someone. Dorson feels unwell and refuses the job, questioning if he can trust Chillso.
cold and spit out some hay, face pressed This makes sense to you, mostly. You guess your name is Dorson Following the path, breathing through your mouth (now the nose feels against the sheet metal Huiggins-Frankly. Bodkins swollen, maybe? Every ground, rattle of the engine are strong, beat people up, reflective surface here is in your cheek. Warm iron etc. Looking around, too rusted, blotted, ill-lit to liquid sticky on your lip, you’ve got a rusty hammer tell (and you look like a nose, you feel a loose tooth. on the floor. So sure, lunatic breath-polishing the You tongue-finger the tooth you’re a Bodkin. Shares: tin pipes)), you swipe the and spit it out (clink on the that’s money. Oil shares. card to get into the room. floor). Oh, the stuff: blood. Something to do with the Its (your) “shares” Duh. All over your face and heat-vent. Flashes of some number is lower now. That you can’t feel your nose. words: Demon. Girl. makes you feel sick. Your Deep breath in, ouch, but Psycho. Pomp. Oil. Love. gums feel too big for your you keep breathing for a Oil. Oil. Stye. Stye! That’s a mouth. Oh- someone is in while then push up. bar! And you even know your seat already. Waving Head-swimming as you where it is! you over. sit on this pile of hay (the YOU: Do I know you? stables; horses whinnying, ???: Sit down, sit down. smell of shit, wood fences ???: Across from me. hardly up to your chest YOU: Sorry. separating each ‘room’, ???: All good. What somewhere someone’s happened to the, uh, moaning (pain probably, face? but you never know)), you YOU: I don’t know. I forget realize you’ve forgotten everything. everything. Wait-- no, yeah. ???: Yeah. Haha. Last night Everything. Sitting up, was crazy. you’re in the ray of a YOU: No- I don’t know you. heating vent. Polished and I forget. long, it glows inside with ???: Yeeeahh yeah you were the refraction of a fire red so fucked up you were like fresh fruit, thrumming/ like “Chillso, cool it” and rattling like a B52. You lift like “this is sooo insane your hands up to catch dude.” Haha. some heat. YOU: You’re Chillso? You’re wearing some CHILLSO: I’m Chillso. hunter-cap, dumpy flannel, YOU: And I’m Dorson jeans, combat boots fraying Huiggins-Frankly? at the toes. Fingers are CHILLSO: The fuck you are. thawing, heat pricking them What? like needles. In your breast CHILLSO: Why do you think pocket there’s a wallet. ID you’re Frankly? card says: YOU: I got his ID card in my Name: Dorson Huiggins- jacket. S’the only one I Frankly have. Occupation: Bodkin YOU: What’d mine say? Shares: 7 CHILLSO: Uhhh uh dude, being your name, it should say 2 11 12 Switch Stepson D88 FIRST 13 14 Witch Bucephalus NAMES TABLE Roll 2d8 and read them left 15 Alleran to right. 2 and 4 is 24, 8 and 16 Rank 6 is 86. So on. 17 Frad 18 Doberman 55 Liutrant 21 Pristie 56 Ogworth 22 Xocks 57 Aft 23 Cunth 58 Vrod 24 Sphere 61 Rūberad 25 Ozzie 62 Flash 26 Dictate 63 K 27 Cindrom 64 Mysth 28 Rodnar 65 Quisk 31 Rhomb’od 66 Xisxie 32 Wylie 33 Leftie 67 Yeoman 34 Nöst 68 Indignity 35 Brasket 71 Johnette 36 Bidden 72 Questing 37 Gus 73 Frefka 38 Ignoram 74 Barbrak 41 Krapp 75 Bakster 42 Agrebor 76 Senedicto 43 Zoub 77 Malefact 44 Uzi 78 Handover 45 Umbrageous 81 Esprit 46 Guts 82 Eekie 47 Vera-lack-lynn 83 Umma-gum 48 Gordrick 84 Naerd 51 Yesman 85 Jaques 52 Harlet 86 Wendrok 53 Prentice 87 Tom Cat 54 Tryst 88 Zeek 3 11 Quincechild 45 Xillion Bucks 12 Guzzlegag 46 Idlehands 47 Horsemonger 13 Butterscotch Frisk 48 Stockton 14 Trustbuster 51 Le Pont 15 Kalleral 52 Yankee 16 Slickman 53 Intertext 17 Nezzerad 54 Vlad 18 Ontologicant 55 Forgetmenot 21 Ockfrog 56 Bronte 22 Zapato 57 Leforge 23 Lastwords 58 Unwells 24 Sezanne 61 Avec La Langue 25 Siouxer 62 Venderman 26 Laurette 63 Highwayman 27 Worthlingtosh 64 Jene Saispas 28 Wōrst 65 Xandrenford 31 Jannisariot 66 De Saint Ford 32 Dolittle 33 Grosser 67 Reagan 34 De La Cigarette 68 Yorkie Bellmont 35 Propmaster 71 Hopdash 36 Norminarion 72 Draggs 37 Rockrostler 73 X 38 Zay 74 Igors 41 Aggregentum 75 Malevalent 42 Ceville 76 Pointstuwin 43 Esquire 77 Alterworth 44 Undenwald 78 Van Der Donk 81 Ce’pas 82 Ekhard D88 LAST 83 Tordorom 84 Qode NAMES TABLE 85 Fuchs 86 Maas 87 Kreedleton 88 [Hyphenate 2 other names] 4 YOU: Hmm. CHILLSO: Glass of beer YOU: I fucking don’t CHILLSO: Yeah. You’re both and glass of milk remember anything like I Bodkins I guess. You and please. don’t remember you, I Frankly. Weeeeiird that YOU: My usual? don’t remember last you have it tho. WAITER: [leaves] night, I don’t know where YOU: The card’s only got CHILLSO: What were we my card is, I don’t know like two shares left. talking about? how I got this card, and I CHILLSO: Yikerrrrrs. Rent’s CHILLSO: Oh right, right: feel (honestly) like shit due tomorrow, too. I could swing us a big right now, Chillso. Really YOU: For score, but I’d have to bad. YOU: For the stable? cut in a local CHILLSO [blank]: Are you a CHILLSO: Yeah. Man, we Managistrate. I owe him fuckin’ schizo or should totally Plerofuck it. a cut of my next trip and something? I’m giving CHILLSO: Plerorealm it. if he sees I’m skipping you a job. Yes or no? Sorry. I call it that out I’m fuuuucked. So if The waiter sets down sometimes. It’s stupid. you’re in you gotta say the drinks. Your usual is CHILLSO: But uhhhhh yea. so now. vodka soda. You take a But not like usual. No YOU: So we go look for napkin and wipe the sweat ma’am; not like usual. her? Get her money? from your cheeks, leaving a CHILLSO [whispering Take it off her body? streak of blood, pinch your across the table, bad YOU: Kill her? eyes. breath, elbow-leaning]: CHILLSO: It was years YOU: I’m gonna throw up. I’m not talking picking up ago she vanished. Who CHILLSO: Not near my beer oil, alright? No, no. I got knows she’s alive or milk. me a map that leads right dead or what? YOU: I need some fffuckin’ to some lady who- word CHILLSO: But also, like, money don’t I? is- was loooaded and is yes. Big money, tho. CHILLSO: Now she’s probably dead already. CHILLSO: In or out? waking up. Is that a nod I We find her shares or her YOU: I’ve been trying to see? oil and we’re made like tell you I can’t YOU [drooling onto the shade. Heh heh. Glad you remember anything. table]: Uh huh. came, I was looking for a Like I didn’t know my CHILLSO: Then we don’t tough gun like you name. have much time. anyways. CHILLSO: What? YOU: Can it wait or YOU: I forget everything. something? I want to CHILLSO: Wait- what’s figure out my memory that got to do with, uh, shit. with the money? CHILLSO: Gotta be today. YOU: I sort of don’t know Like, in the next hour, what the fuck is actually. It’s a rare node happening. and it’ll close really soon CHILLSO: Then say you’re CHILLSO: Memory shit? in. Money. YOU: I forget everything. YOU: Then we can get my Like I don’t remember memory back? anything. CHILLSO: Memory back? CHILLSO: What do you What are you talking mean. about? WAITER: [arrives] 5 I t’s campfire warm in the corporate HQ waiting room. The heaters (having been (if you can believe it) overheated). He gestures to the low chairs The Pluckler wears a falcon hood and a dog’s collar and is holding a here don’t rattle, their opposite him. You and wooden rod with a single mouths are barred and Chillso sit, almost fall long nail hammered spiked, repelling some backwards at the lack of through the end of it. He vermin you’ve never seen or height on the things. wears a prize pumpkin on don’t remember. The JUNIOR: A mission or a his back, which you dizziness every time you loan? Both? remember is for carrying stand (paired with CHILLSO: Just a mission. oil. It holds more than it kaleidoscopic lack of Figured you should should, like magic. Or vision) is just now waning. know, figured you might something. You threw up in the hall uhhh want dibs on the YOU: How do we get there? outside. You’re sweating funding or whatevskies. JUNIOR [pointing at you through the flannel. You JUNIOR: And and and with his pinky]: She’s look for other shit to focus who’s this? This the stupid? on. The walls are covered in muscle? Huh? CHILLSO [to you]: You’re ads and one catches your Jawbreakers got ‘em literally like embarrassing eye: yesterday, maybe me. Like you obviously maybe this morning? know how to fucking get MASTER RAMJI, CHILLSO [to you]: He’s to the plerorealm. ROTAPRIEST, MIRACLE razzing you, you look CHILLSO [to Junior]: Yes. HEALER. ALL AILMENTS awesome. YOU: I forgot everything. CAN BE CURED AT A JUNIOR: Plerotrip PRIM PLUCKLER: Eugheg- LOCATION NEAR YOU. mission? egegeg YOU: Have you ever been to CHILLSO: Yeah we were The quick shopping trip Master Ramji? Do you gonna Plerofuck it. spoils: candles, jerky, think he could do CHILLSO: Sorry sir. binoculars, rope, cigarettes, memories? Plerorealm it. flashlight, ballistic vest. For CHILLSO: Huh? JUNIOR: I’ll fund it cuz I you, Junior says, a RECEPTIONIST: Your owe you one and I’ll boxcutter. representative can see come because because You tell him you already you now. because I don’t trust have your rusty hammer. He Fickie Shorts Jr. (just you but I don’t touch a says you might need Junior, please, mister damn thing except the something small and sharp. Shorts was my father)’s profits and we bring MY He says it while office is nondescript; we’re guy to handle the the straightening his tie, talking faux wood desk, oil. We’re going after oil looking off to the wall. You brass name plate, radiator, I assume. believe him and pocket it. peeling posters, a couple of CHILLSO: Done. Uh, sure, All ready: all the stuff in stiff rubber-like plastic yeah. I got a map to bags, all the chicks in a row, chairs, and he’s sitting some oil. all the papers signed for behind his desk (surface 2 YOU [to Junior]: Who’s yer Junior. Chillso’s got an inches deep under paper, a guy? astrolabe out, seems to be rotary phone atop the left JUNIOR [to you, wry smile]: running some numbers. corner of the pile) with his Name of The Prim Junior asks if you tie loose, hair you might Pluckler. remember warping. You imagine to have been PRIM PLUCKLER [Eme- don’t. He flashes a slicked back this morning, rging from shadow]: malicious sort of smile. Up and pit stains Eughegegegeg we go. 8 There’s a ceiling After too long, a clearing. A somewhere up there. You puddle of oil. The Pluckler can hear its echoes like fills his gourd to spilling, thunder when bird-calls get taking up the entire wide trapped in some corner of puddle in the pumpkin. He what must be the jagged and Junior have some rocks above the canopy and quiet aside. are crushed, repeated, torn You’re on watch for “oil until they’re stretched-low gators”, dizzy but vigilant. and come cascading back The darkness overwhelms like a broken synthesizer. your still-spinning vision Frogs are croaking loud (both standing and enough that you can feel it warping). You ask Chillso, in your boots. There’s a who’s loitering near the belching from the mud. The tree line: humidity is fucking with YOU: Are you gonna tell your nose and you’re them about the woman? sweating like a pig in an CHILLSO: Not unless I oven. You tie your hat haaave to. I’d send ‘em tighter- bugs buzz near your home now but they’d covered ears and crawl up get ‘spicious we’re up your sleeves. You slap down, to something. shoe them away. YOU: So they get a cut of A sulfurous, humid all of that oil and miasma surrounds the whatever we find for flashlight’s ray. It’s coming them? from Chillso. Chillso says CHILLSO: Lets wait. something stupid and Maybe they die or points like everyone should something. Maybe we’ll follow him. You follow. shake ‘em. Each step is shtick- Junior and the Prim thunk. Shtick-thunk. The Pluckler reconvene. They oily black mud squashes want more oil, want to see around your sole with each this map of Chillso’s. of your steps, making your Chillso refuses. They argue rubber shoe-bottoms into for a while. suction cups, only releasing A gator shows up, you with a pop and some point it out, the Pluckler pointed effort. Black-green stabs it through the head leaves, branches, flowers, while you hammer it in a webs, conspire to block haze-sick blood frenzy. your path. Even with Chillso You get a pat on the back ahead, it’s so thick that and a promise of extra each person from you to the shares from Junior. The Prim Pluckler hits new shit. excitement assuages his Particles like dew stick to concerns, and you all your wet face. It tastes bad follow Chillso further. on your panting tongue.
Chillso opens the door.
9 CHILLSO: Ain’t nothing in ???: Nobody move. as you barrel through him here but some crummy CHILLSO: Frankly? and into Frankly. The three fuckin’ shit. DORSON HUIGGINS- of you hit the ground like You see some FRANKLY: I said scattered matchsticks. You crummy shit in here. A bed, nobody fucking move. scramble on top of Frankly, a nightstand, a fridge, a FRANKLY: You. kick the Mauser away (still chair with a nice heavy YOU: Heh? shaking, still mouth- jacket draped over it. Junior FRANKLY: I believe you breathing, still numb). opens the fridge (all spoiled just found something of With one hand you hold food). Chillso checks the mine. his face down open-palm bed, finds a skeleton. The YOU: Yea. on nose. With the other you Prim Pluckler chuckles, for You pull out Frankly’s feel for your boxcutter. His it doesn’t seem like he can tavern ID card, set it down spit and snot and teeth rub see in whatever way you do. on the ground, and kick it against your hand. He bites The jacket (down over to him. Confused, he it hard but it only feels coat, covered in patches, picks it up. good, tingles, sharp sting. sea green and navy blue) FRANKLY: What is this? You press harder. draws you to it. Behind you, YOU: Your Tavern ID Card. You extend the silently, the door closes. FRANKLY: How did you boxcutter: t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t. You throw the jacket on. get this? You press it against his Heavy. You check the YOU: I don’t know. I woke beating left artery with a pockets; all empty except up and had it. I don’t rattling hand. for one little thing, uuh. Oh. remember anything He’s yowling into your Another ID card. before this morning. palm. It goes in easy, but Name: Debbie BB Brisk CHILLSO: What? pulls across hard. Raw Occupation: Psychopomp FRANKLY: Well this isn’t steak. You hit tendons and Shares: 999 what I meant. I meant the thing bumps along the Uh oh. that there’s something neck’s inner geography. Bang in that jacket that I The gun goes off. You Junior’s brains are want. A different Tavern don’t hear that it’s taken off blown out, his body ID Card. your right ear, Your left still crumpling at his feet like YOU: Weird. Nothing in deaf-ringing. Anyways, his strings were let go. The here. cheek-to-cheek goes the flash, now a smoking bit of FRANKLY: You. cut. The final turn upwards air, came from some CHILLSO: Hunh? he’s still thrashing. invisible assailant near the FRANKLY: Search the You grab his face in the door. jacket for me. eyes and nose and hair, just Your hands tingle, go CHILLSO: Uh. Uh. Yessir. a fist that happens to catch numb with adrenaline. FRANKLY: And you, drop skin. You extend the knife The Prim Pluckler the hammer. all the way out while its swings at the shade and You do. Clang. Chillso inside his neck. Iron on nails its side, dropping the tip toes up next to you. your tongue, gross, alien invisibility; a person like you CHILLSO [whispering]: blood. Each pump is a or I, bandying a Mauser. Sorry lady. water-bottle spritz. Pluckler goes for a You grab Chillso by the Frankly is limp. Your new second hit, gets shot in the shoulders and throw him coat is soaked. The neck. Blood like a hose. at Frankly. adenaline starts to wear off You’ve only gotten out Bang; bang; bang. and it stings like heat after your hammer and taken a Chillso is shot in the cold. Something’s bad in step back. Gun’s on you. back out through the chest your gut. 10 You vomit. Your heart won’t stop. Hands all blast- shaking and mind clear but Y ou get to Master Ramji’s office by hook, by crook, by dumb YOU: Stye. Who’re we kiddin’? RAMJI: Uhm. not fully in control, you luck. Whatever. Master RAMJI: Just because I have crawl over to still-breathing Ramji will see you now. to tell you, contractually I Chillso and you grab his Each room is set up like a mean, at the end of a shoulders. He’s wheezing/ glory hole with a hole for meeting like this: we can coughing. Ramji’s mouth (eye level) remove loneliness point- YOU: Take us home. and a hole for his hand. A blank at a discounted CHILLSO: Fuck cutout of the guy on the rate until Thursday. But YOU: I bet a- uh- a poster is affixed to the wall drinks sound really nice. Rotapriest could fix so that the guy standing YOU: You can? this, yeah? Maybe get a on the other side assumes RAMJI: It’s in the contract two for one deal? Just the master’s mouth and that I tell you that line. gotta get home first. arm, like an ice-cream YOU: Is that what I got last You can make it. store photo cutout thing. time? CHILLSO: Fuck you. MASTER RAMJI?: What RAMJI: No. YOU: Come on. can Master Ramji do for RAMJI: But it’s similar. CHILLSO: You’re gonna you? YOU: Painful? Takes time? kill me. YOU: I recently lost all my RAMJI: No, it’s instant and YOU: You’re my friend. memories and I want painless. Until Thursday. CHILLSO: You fuckin’ them back. YOU: Shit. killed me. RAMJI: You good for it? RAMJI: But you know, YOU: Can you get me YOU: Price is no object to drinks are fine with me. I home? me right now. just have to say that part. CHILLSO [feint]: Biiiiitch. RAMJI: Morally, YOU: Well. Maybe it YOU: Come on. personally, I’d like to wouldn’t hurt to try for YOU: [say your inform you that you that sort of miracle. How catchphrase.] were here just recently expensive? to remove your RAMJI: Three hundred memories. shares, YOU: No… shit. Did I say YOU: Is it worth it? why? RAMJI: I just want to stress: RAMJI: Some girl or you got a very similar something. operation recently. YOU: Do you know who RAMJI: So. she might’ve been? RAMJI: You tell me, lady. RAMJI: It sounds like you YOU: Three hundred? didn’t want you to know. RAMJI: Three hundred. I don’t remember either YOU: [mock pensive] way. YOU: Done. RAMJI: Sorry, lady, RAMJI: Anything else I can do you for you? YOU: Could you sit with me for a beer? RAMJI [checks his watch]: My shift ends at 8. Cirque De Fernando or Stye?