Uhhhhhh. Not again. ”Hello.” I answered. I don’t know how this gag still has legs but if they’re going to...
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Uhhhhhh. Not again. ”Hello.” I answered. I don’t know how this gag still has legs but if they’re going to...
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A Glibertarians Exclusive: License to Kill, Part III The head pulled back down from the ridgeline. Paul...
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The original title to this novella was I, Rambo. I wrote to David Morrell, creator of Rambo for permission to...
A Glibertarians Exclusive: License to Kill, Part II The brush rattled. The attackers were coming up the...
Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20A | 20B | 21...
A Glibertarians Exclusive: License to Kill, Part I Paul O’Doull lay on the muddy ground, looking through the...
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A Glibertarians Exclusive: Blood and Gold, Part V 19 September 1987 – Marseille Hess pulled his hand out of...