I Explode Things.
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November 22nd, 1919 Dot, They’re all dying. Not just miners. Everyone. Hospital staff, town folk, everyone. I can’t stop it. They’ve given me a pistol. One bullet to the back of the head has become my only prescription. The patients are showing signs of rapid abiotic decomposition. I can’t tell what’s causing it. But it’s … Read more Get Doc Quick: p.4
Besides a Ruckstell axle, roll cage, shaved-down head, and a Bosch timing cover, I replaced the coils with a distributer. Add a touch of alcohol in the fuel, Doc’s own Castor oil lubricant with duel exhaust and she represents my best hope. There’s no turning back now. I pop the trunk. Fumbling with a box … Read more Get Doc Quick: p.3
October 28th, 1919 Dearest Dot, I don’t know what to do. The whole damn thing’s a mess. Out of the five survivors from mine #4, four are dead already. Only the woman’s alive. She’s sweating blood from her chest, shoulders and neck. Her corneas are yellow, but Vezzoni tried to tell me they’ve always been … Read more Get Doc Quick: p.2