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For those of you who like to plan ahead, this is the 2012 schedule of themes:

FEBRUARY: HOORAY FOR HOLLYWOOD

Tinseltown! Actors and directors, stars and fans, hopefuls and has-beens! I’d like to thank the Academy….

APRIL: CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
Whether you’re a champion of justice or rooting for the bad guy, here at SSBB, we always get our man.

JUNE: WEASELS RIPPED MY FLESH
Is your manliness flagging? Is there not enough hair on your chest? Perk up with manliest of all manly epics: those contained in men’s adventure magazines!

AUGUST: AFTERSCHOOL SPECIAL
This month, on a Very Special Issue of SSBB: student clubs, sports teams, band practice, civic responsibilities, community service, and whatever else happens after that last bell rings.

OCTOBER: SWORD AND SORCERY
Calling all fantasy worlds from the high to the low! Saddle up your dragon and come join the festivities!

I completely have stories planned for almost all of these already!

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ADVENTURE TIME MASTERPOST

Adventure Time (aka Adventure Time with Finn and Jake) is an animated television series. The series focuses on the surreal adventures undertaken by two best friends, Finn the human boy and Jake the dog with magical powers, who dwell in the Land of Ooo.

Theme…

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From Volume 7, Issue 32

Really, it was the unicorn’s fault.

“According to the texts,” Edmund said, pushing his glasses up in a way that Taylor always found appealing, “opening the Door of Khefra-Kel requires a unicorn hair.”

“And where am I supposed to get one of those?” Taylor asked. “Like, my mom goes to Costco once a month, and they are totally lacking in industrial sized jars of unicorn hair.” He pursed his lips a little and thought about it. “Or if that doesn’t work, like, Diagon Alley? You’re British, I’m sure you could get us in there.”

Edmund closed his eyes and took a little breath, which was one of Taylor’s favorite things to make him do. “I assure you, once again, that Harry Potter is entirely fictional, no matter what I have unintentionally led you to believe.”

“You own a wand,” Taylor said. “You bought it in England. A dude is just going to assume.”

And here is the story I wrote! It is a VERY silly story.

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Our newest issue, full of teacherly delights, is now available! Read, enjoy, and for extra credit, comment!

It’s Bang Bang time again!

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From Volume 7, Issue 29

After searching around his workbench six times, Nicholas came to the conclusion that his supply of #9 gears had escaped somewhere. Perhaps it was house spirits, or the work of a team of dedicated mice with plans for building a watch that would be, in comparison to their size, gigantic, but the box was assuredly empty. This left him with two equally dire options: either he had to go out and buy more, or venture into the basement to see if he had any stashed away down there. He took the option that involved him not putting on his coat, and headed down the stairs.

He’d never had the basement wired up for electric light, and he regretted that decision every time he went teetering down the staircase with a lantern in his hand. The pale yellow light it cast lit up the whole galaxies of dust swirls that danced up every time he moved so much as an inch. Nicholas kept the place reasonably organized, at least, which meant his #9’s would be in a box on one of the shelves on the left wall; when he looked, though, he noticed that his system of storage had been put into something of disarray. Boxes were shifted, crates moved. His mind wandered to an image of truly industrious mice who wanted to abscond with a suit from his crate of winter clothes, but that idea left quickly when he cast the lantern to the right and found a collection of dead rats piled up in a little heap on the floor.

“Ah, more strays,” he said, nose wrinkling a little. He frequently had problems with cats getting into his basement and his workshop, but as long as they were killing pests, he supposed he didn’t mind, and whichever ones had been romping through his storage seemed to be doing good work of that. He looked a little closer at the bale of rodents on the floor. It was odd; they didn’t seem to have been gnawed on or eaten at all, but they were most certainly dead. He poked at the pile with his shoe, knocking one dessicated corpse off of the top, and when it hit the ground there was a clatter from the back end of the basement. Nicholas lifted his light just in time to see the pale figure coming at him, fangs bared.

Hell’s bells, he had a vampire in his basement. Well, at least something was taking care of the rats.

Oh, gosh, one of my stories came up on the Random SSBB Story Repost queue today! This is a silly one, with fun art!

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