The Lone Troubadour

The tall tales of a lone troubadour who wanders throughout the lands, collecting and writing stories and poetry, slaying dragons and capturing daemons.

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Location: Ontario, Canada

As a popculturist-turned-journalist I bring you the news Thompson-style. When I'm not dicking around exploring news-worthy information (Hell, everything is news-worthy) I'm usually resting in peace trying to avoid the world (Imagine that, a journalist who hates the world).

Monday, July 24, 2006

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Jared Irons arrives on the third floor, the elevator chiming as it opens the door. He steps out into sunlight filtering through the polarized glass of the ceiling and walls. Jared looks into an infinite mass of floating billboards and skyscrapers, lost amidst the sea of commercialism. Any direction he looks brings advertisements for devastatingly expensive merchandise, "Need the Speed? Drink FlashForward.", and other various products and services.

Turning to the desk at the centre of the observation-room, Jared strides over to the imbedded switch in the mahogany, and flips the breaker. The air suddenly awakens with sound and moving light, the advertisements coming to life from their restful sleep. Jared pulls a sheaf of papers from his pocket, and marks the box labelled "Signage complete".

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