Writing
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A few posts ago, I reached the bottomless pit of despair as Grandma Hyperion slipped the bonds of sanity and became a Tasmanian Devil of Doom. She insisted she was fine after several incidents where I locked myself in the closet with my Armageddon Gear so she couldn’t get to me with the 12 inch…
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Some years ago, I collaborated with an author writing a fictional story about a village of supernatural beings hidden deep in East Europe. The beings were the result of Soviet experiments carelessly monitored. The author chose Hyperion for the protagonist as a wink to me and my chosen nom de guerre.
Hyperion Sky 