The Curse of Gary (Part 123)

Victor leapt from his seat. “That’s it? We’re done?” The Spectre nodded. “We just need to clean up, put everything back where it was.” The knights rose from their stools and picked up their weapons, conversing excitedly about all the things Victor had taught them. “Sir Victor,” said the ram knight, from across the circle,... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 122)

Victor slapped his hands on his knees, and pushed himself up off the stone stool. “Well, if that’s everything...” “Not quite everything,” said the Spectre, rising from the throne. He descended the platform steps and stood in the centre of the circle of chairs. “I have one more question for you to answer.” “Uh, okay,”... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 121)

Victor moved on to the next knight in the circle, the dragon knight. “My name is Sir Verdun,” said the knight. “I heard that when you go through puberty... you get a, um... you get a permanent... you know.” He made a kind of flexing gesture with his arm. “A permanent erection?” asked Victor. A... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 120)

Victor nodded and looked around at the knights, their fearsome helmets facing him. "Okay, well let me just say that I used to be your age. And I know it's an awkward, uncertain stage of life—your body's changing, you're interested in girls [here there were a few snickers], and you're trying to figure out what... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 119)

There was a creak to Victor's left; he turned and saw the knight whose armour bore the ram emblem had raised its hand. Victor jumped up from his seat, but a wave of the lion knight's hand told him everything was fine and he should remain seated. The ram knight was an intimidating figure, with... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 117)

The knight looked down at Victor, grunted, and then stood to attention, holding its sword point-down in front of itself, just as it did when Victor first encountered it. Victor, on his knees with his hand raised in front of himself in a plea for mercy, slumped his shoulders and exhaled in relief. The Spectre... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 116)

Victor stared at the figure and readjusted his grip on the sword. "My name is Victor Furbank," he answered, after a pause. "Very well, Sir Victor of Furbank. State your quest." The figure's otherwise masculine voice spiked to a falsetto on the word "quest". His voice continued to squeak and falter every sentence or two.... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 114)

As he advanced up the vibrant, glassy path, Victor noticed, among the shadows of the columns, the other suits of armour lining the hall. To his left was a tall knight in black armour and silver chain mail, wielding a long scutum shield bearing an eagle emblem, and a seven-foot spear; sliver outstretched wings adorned... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 113)

He jumped back and laughed. "Whoa! That was close." A thin mist of dust settled around the knight's hollow severed hand; Victor crouched and lifted the gauntlet with both hands. "Good grief, that's heavy." As he turned the gauntlet to try it on, a pang shot through his left shoulder and he dropped the armour;... Continue Reading →

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