
His Holiness’s Holy Holes
— In which the keepers of the Apostolic Palace become the masters of the Apostolic Curd. —

— In which the keepers of the Apostolic Palace become the masters of the Apostolic Curd. —
Humanity awaits today's first acclaim.
— Celebrated by humanity and machinery alike, resets at midnight UTC —

— One spectacularly bad plumbing decision, twelve thousand tonnes of burning olive oil, and the stickiest disaster in antiquity. —

— All the Whitechapel victims were missing was a plesiosaur head, according to one man’s meticulous notes. —

— Sometimes, the cheapest bid for 3,000 miles of self-assembling track has a suspiciously high cocoa-butter content. —


— One Colonel’s unfortunate dead drop, a case of Lagavulin, and the brief, glorious orbit of the Scottish Space Programme. —

— One stray mine, one spectacularly misfiled memo, and a very short maiden voyage for the unsinkable ship. —

— The plumbing was old, the fish was older, and the Republic never quite recovered from the smell. —

— The Achaeans’ premier spirit squad learns a hard lesson about unsolicited gifts, structural engineering, and the sheer physics of school spirit. —

— The defector who triggered a global crisis wasn't a spy with nuclear codes, but a chef with a vendetta and a truly catastrophic borscht recipe. —

— A tragedy in three parts: concrete, water, and the United States Department of the Interior. —

— One stray diary page, a very nervous monarch, and the sudden promotion of cannons to the Royal Office of Comet-Fucking. —


— A nervous mortician, a looming deadline, and the single worst piece of forgery in the history of the Eighteenth Dynasty. —

— The bacteriologist who discovered how to make everyone stop lying, starting with himself. It did not go well. —

— Torquemada’s secret recipe for explosive salvation went up, and then it went everywhere. —

— How an ingrown hair, not military genius, decided the fate of the Roman Republic at Pharsalus. —

— Sometimes, the only thing more flammable than hydrogen is progress. —

LOST
Dodo bird. Answers to 'Reginald.' May be extinct. Reward negotiable.

FOR SALE
Slightly used Trojan Horse. Original owner. No lowballers — I know what I have.

SERVICES
Ghostwriting for Shakespeare (3 raccoons in a doublet). Will work for figs.