This is the prologue to the epic Steampunk backstory of my housemates and I. Larry Sparrow as “Fenmore LeMerde,” MaryAnne TheContrarian McClusky as “Ms. Marlybone” and I “Greta Scot.” The more we discussed it, our story grew crazier and crazier. It’s set in the future at the very end of the world. There’s violence, science, time travel, and potty humor. The project has been going on for about five years now. I’ve always thought it would make a great cartoon or comic book.
THE BOILERTOWN SAGA: Dinosaurs in the Sewers.
By Jessica Hopsicker 12/18/2013
FENMORE LeMERDE stands in the sewer pipe alone packing a pair of pistols. Directly behind him is a narrow metal spiral staircase, it raises up and up and disappears entirely in the darkness. Nor can he see anything before or behind him.
FENMORE LeMERDE
Well…
He says to himself for there is no one else around.
FENMORE LeMERDE
Right
He reassures himself and straightens up his jacket, being the well dressed man that he is, even if he is in the vast underground sewer system of Boilertown.
Fenmore LeMerde raises his pistols and takes his very first step into the great unknown.
Cakes of rusty brown vibrate on the sewer floor beneath his feet. He stops and looks at his shoes.
The ground beneath him jolts and shakes suddenly.
There’s a loud crash. It sounds like thunder. Followed by a great wailing.
Fenmore LeMerde maintains his footing as he’s jostled about. His pistols ready to fire.
The wail becomes a growl and then a furious howl.
Far ahead he catches a strange light glinting off of something white: Teeth.
There is a loud thwack as powerful jaws snap shut.
Not one but two colossal creatures round the corner and rear into view. They’re reptilian out of something he’s only seen in his story books.
They fight to their death right before his very eyes.
The one with the long neck, whipping tale and equally impressive jaw opens up and rears back ready to strike. It’s opponent though far less graceful looking makes up for it with sheer girth and bulkiness, lunges forward and barrels into the body of his assailant, ramming the monster into the sewer pipe wall.
Chunks of brown rain down of Fenmore LeMerde’s head.
The beasts battle, tearing at each other with teeth and talons. All the while they continue barreling down the sewer pipe.
Severely out gunned at a time like this Fenmore LeMerde drops his pistols without a second thought makes a beeline for the spiral staircase.
Up and up he twirls to the surface, gripping the pole tightly with both hands for there are no rails to hold on to. Within reach of neither the surface nor the sewer floor Fenmore LeMerde finds himself in the midst of the the deadly duel.
The staircase just below him snaps like a dry twig as the stocky one rears up on it’s hind legs and lounges for its more slender enemy on the other side.
Fenmore LeMerde hugs the staircase as hard as he can for he finds his boots are touching nothing at all. He lifts his legs at a 90 degree angle as the two behemoths battle directly below his bottom. He hollers until he’s hoarse but his sounds are swallowed immediately by the roaring dinosaurs.
Fenmore LeMerde hoists himself up to the remaining staircase, as a swift flick of the graceful one’s tail knocks the top hat clear off his head.
His hat drops into the billowing dust clouds below.
The creatures disappear around the corner continuing to snap at each others’ throats.
Fenmore LeMerde launches himself up the last steps to the door that leads to his surface salvation.
At the top he looks down one last time into the murky darkness. His belongings have utterly vanished. The top hat he will miss terribly but he could care less about the pistols at this point.
Standing on a balcony with a thin spiral stair that drops off to nowhere Fenmore LeMerde sighs heavily. Exhausted and in a state of shock, he throws open the metal door and falls inside.
The only thing that sticks out of the door is his dirty brown boots.
Fenmore LeMerde
I’m going to need a bigger gun.
He army crawls through the doorway and kicks it shut behind him.
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