THE SCRAPBRIDGE
GAZETTE

Old Ratcutter’s tip
“I really hate when people talk at me while I’m interrupting someone.”

No. 57

NEWS

NEWS

NEWS

Since the Deconfringement began, the crabosaurs infection has risen again. People thought everything was fine, and thinking with their tight blue balls they just started fucking around quite literally. Everyone is skipping any protection because it’s not confortable at all and they get all sweaty in their balls and slits.
From their fortress-refinery, the leader of the Tex’co cult, Cunnilingus Igni, said that drinking gasoline can get you clean of crabosaurs and many of his followers have… followed his advice. And at the end it turned out he was right, as crabosaurs really don’t like to live in a corpse.
If there is one thing in which we can really notice we are getting back to normal is in the “people appearing out of nowhere” front. In the settlement of Wounden they have seen a blondie boy with a yellow raincoat (you may think the raincoat is the rare thing, as much as we haven’t seen a single raindrop in years) but no. He started to talk bullcrap about coming from the future, or the past, it doesn’t matter. He is not the first to claim such things, so that is not the weird part either. He got all naughty and shit, and turned out that his auntie turned him on like an animal, he couldn’t resist and finally put her on her four. So all hell broke loose in his family, because upon uncovering the affair it was also discovered that his aunt’s father was cheating on his own wife with this boy’s mother. Now, that’s a real slutty thing to do. And not to mention who-knows-who’s mother, which was also his daughter. And a friend, which happened to be his father-in-law’s grandpa. Folks in the settlement are having the trip of their lives trying to figure the whole story out, but they have not lynched the boy yet until they can draw a decent family tree of this weird story.
From this Gazette of yours we gently ask for calamard ink donations to help keep our production running. We are getting low on that shit and last issues have been poorly printed. Not to mention your own drunkiness and the poor scholarship we have around.

ANNOUNCEMENTS OF INTEREST

OR NOT, WHO KNOWS?

Chickenpox patient wants scratcher by the hour. Urgent. No fingernails left already.
REF: DaPox
Hernias made on demand.
REF: Harry the Hammer
Join the Copuland Party. Populating the planet today for the world of tomorrow.
REF: CP
Blood bags freshly harvested for sale. Perfect for transfusions, high spirits or vegan food.
REF: Condemor

NEWS OF THE MONTH

The issue with the Yellow quarter fluids is getting from nasty to plain scary as fuck. The blackish liquid falling down the walls and staircases of that neighborhood has now began to move by itself, joining together into bigger pools, scaning the surroundings with black tentacles, adopting weird shapes and, according to some neighbors, even whispering in an ominous (scary as fuck, you morons) voice. Hell, dudes, if that thing is not alive and planning something wicked, it’s a really good liar! Those Tex’co followers that came here on the very first second the puddles started to turn black, now have been joined by three or four other groups of derailed cultists now worshiping the Black Goo, which is how people have started to call this thing. Some fellas popped up with the intention of destroying it, everyone with their own reasons, such as that it’s a gateway to Hell, the blood of a monstrous mutard god, something alien capable of controlling people’s minds, or, just plainly, some disgusting filthy goo dirtying all the floor. But so far, all intents to destroy the thing have been useless. no fire, no water, no soap, not even saying “Shoo, shoo, motherfucker”.
The Council has now “taking its time to debate a joint line of action that brings a satisfactory end to the issue”. Which, translated into common language, means that they don’t have a fucking clue about what to do and they are just letting time go by with the hope that the problem will go away by itself. That said, it seems that’s the way most problems dissapear in this settlement.

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