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Good News for People Who Like Bad News
01-18-24
Dear False Positive Readers,
This is Ashley Walton, Mike’s sister and editor of False Positive. I have really terrible, awful news and a tiny bit of good news.
You might have noticed it’s been a couple years since we’ve posted anything on this website. Well, brace yourself for the saddest update I’ll ever share.
Whu?
Did he just decide that breaking down to blood loss wasn’t on the days agenda and went on?
Sing it with me!
♪ I get knocked down! ♫
♪ But I get up again! ♫
♪ You ain’t never gonna keep me down! ♫
Sing it with me!
♪ I get knocked down! ♫
♪ But I get up again! ♫
♪ You ain’t never gonna keep me down! ♫
Two graves; wife and child?
Breakfast and lunch?
Sooooo…Is there anyone left at home who can bury *him* and put up a third cross?
Enquiring minds want to know.
He bought Ray Bradbury’s automated coffin. Problem solved!
One of those is his.
Cuckolded or baby mama outliving the baby; both are sad outcomes…
Bitten by a wolf and survived……..he is totally gonna be a werewolf now
It’s not that simple. Sheesh.
I mean think about it. If you get bitten by a dentist, do you become a dentist? If you get bitten at a Trump rally, do you become a Trump supporter?
Dear Luna. That’s the most terrifying thing I can imagine, and I’m a regular here. Check please.
I see cannibalism in the not-too-distant future!
He’s all right. Just needed a little nap in the snow. No prob.
Two crosses? So much for my hopes of him going home to the wife and kid. :\
@Vorandril pointed out the twin lowercase T’s in the story title. Are the wife and kid already werebeasts or will the 2 markers be stained with blood?
I was mostly under the impression that taking naps in the snow is one of those kinds of naps where you never wake up again
And now he is a zombie and thirsts for the flesh of his fellow humans…
He’s already dead. No footsteps in the forth cell.
When you put it *that* way, I’m reminded of a film called “Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge,” based on a short story by Ambrose Bierce. Easily found on YouTube; I just don’t want to post a direct link here.
By the time he is close to the homestead, it is darker and the snow is falling. Maybe one just cannot see the tracks anymore with our colour-attuned (and therefore poor in low light) vision.
(1) He was bitten by a rabid wolf, and after days of intense pain, the wolf dies.
(2) Damn, there’s another regeneration shot to hell!
(3) “Same time tomorrow, Ralph?” “Sure thing, Sam.”
(4) The bad news is that you’re a werewolf now. The good news is there are plenty of job openings for someone with your talents in London.
(5) “Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
And the fire is so delightful,
And since we’ve no place to go,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it sn–”
Shaddup!
Someone’s mother failed to warn their children about the dangers of “wolfing down their food”…
Oooooooo it might be like Prometheus.
A never ending cycle of him meeting the wolf, nearly dying, repeat.
I love this story so far, and I love reading all the speculation in the comments.