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Tonight, we present a tale of priorities, misunderstandings, and apocalypse.
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111 - Marked, Part 1 of 1
[music] Welcome to FlashPulp episode 111. Tonight, we present Marked Part 1 of 1. [music] This week's episodes are brought to you by the launch of Netty Bites. [music] 2011, the year of awesome. Game of Thrones on HBO, the first of a song of ice on fire, books on TV. The Green Hornet and the Green Lantern out movie theaters, along with Captain America in the very last Harry Potter movie. The first of the books and bronze series by Timoris and Philip of Alentheim. Another Ziggler book, I think. You name it. 2011 is the year of awesome, and with that awesome comes a new podcast. Netty Bites. Pretty much whatever shows up on New Chassis Radar will show up in Netty Bites. Look for it in 2011. For more information, go to nimlas.org/blog. n-i-m-l-i-s.org/blog. [music] One day I flew me in my hours, I stumbled out. Here is the shadows I lived with our number left. [music] Flash Pulp is an experiment in broadcasting fresh pulp stories in the modern age. Three to ten minutes of fiction brought to you Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evenings. Tonight, we present a tale of priorities, misunderstandings, and apocalypse. Marked Part 1 of 1. Written by JRD Skinner. Art and narration by Opoponax. An audio produced by Jessica May. [music] When Emmett Mender entered the world, his grandmother, on his father's side, was the only one in the waiting room to raise an eyebrow at the oddly shaped birthmark on the back of his right hand. Carolyn, Emmett's mother, had suffered a long and difficult pregnancy, and so was to both parents that the blemish seemed nothing when measured against the joy of a successful delivery. Still, as proud father Michael paraded the freshly scrubbed newborn through the room, there had been that gray and bushy eyebrow-escue. Emmett's childhood brought on the occasional misadventure. He broke an arm at ten while climbing a neighbor's apple tree to pilfer some of their harvest, and he'd once been caught with an unpaid four chocolate bar in his sweater's front pocket while departing a 7-eleven. Otherwise, his youth was quiet, and the pleased parents found him an affectionate boy. Despite the happy times, Michael began to notice an increasing change in his own mother. She'd always been a sweet woman, but grandmother Mender's tongue had recently become sharp, and most especially in the presence of her grandchild. She made no secret that she considered his chocolate theft a lifelong stain for him to prove against. Her church attendance tripled in fervor as well, although she seemed to have little patience for the mercy that was preached there. Two weeks after his 14th birthday, Emmett refused to accompany his parents to their weekly Sunday dinner at his grandparents, stating that he had no interest in spending more time re-listening to the litany of complaints that always seemed to flow from his grandmother's mouth as soon as he breached the door. It was only three days later that Grandma Mender collapsed, convulsing. A day after that, she was diagnosed as having a terminal cancer invading her nervous system. Emmett attempted to visit while she was in the hospital, but he did not find any closure in the trips, as the old woman was deeply unconscious throughout. He decided instead to try a reconciliation with his grandfather. I know things haven't always been great, but was as far as he'd gotten before the old man had laid his leathery palm heavily across the boy's face. This is your fault, as well as the slap was the only reply he would get. No one could have known it at the time, but Grandfather Mender's breakdown had begun the moment he'd watched his wife tumble sideways to the floor. She'd been interrupted mid-sentence, and the complaint she'd been voicing regarding her hooligan grandson, who'd never be completed. The disease worked quickly, and within a month the family was gathered about her grave, weeping and mourning. All but Emmett, who'd been told by his father that it might be best if he were to remain home. While Carolyn and Michael often attempted to play down his grandfather's implications, the burden was a heavy one for the teenager to carry, and he began to ease his load with the assistance of the varied spirits he found in his parents' liquor cabinet. As soon as the casket was out of sight, Grandfather Mender had taken up his wife's pious scheduling. He spent most waking hours in the Lord's house, tending the fires he would then unleash at the continued Sunday meals. Not a week went by in which he did not berate son and daughter-in-law regarding the significance of the mark that adorned Emmett's hand. It was Michael's encouragement that brought about the final meeting. He had no way of knowing how badly his father's psyche had shattered. To work up his courage Emmett had secretly spent the morning sipping at a flask of vodka, and by the time he arrived at his grandfather's table, his tongue had worked itself into belligerents. The old man was quick in accusing him of being a work of Lucifer, and the boy's expletive laden reply did little to prove otherwise. "Lord aid me!" the old man shouted, leaping across the serving dishes with his steak knife in hand. He would never fully clear the overcooked roast, however. The table began to buck under him, and the beams of his aging home groaned at the birthing strain of the forgotten deity, Karwick. In the end, all would know the same fate, in the shadow of the spider-god's gnarled carapace. 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