Bob: Maybe it’s a good thing, you drawing all the crazy mischief I got up to in the old days. Might help me remember things better next time some kid starts hanging around me like a bad smell... Pestering me for my dumb tales... Meeka: I’m just visiting with Honker here. Bob: Fine by me. Meeka: But you did say you had a really scary story next... About the place where you met -- you know -- him. Bob: (gulp) Yeah, well, your old man’s gonna come looking for me, he finds out I gave you bad dreams. Meeka: Pfft! Like he’d even notice how *I* feel. Bob: Well, no need for my name to even come up, is all I’m saying. Meeka: Quit! Stalling! Bob: Okay, okay! (sigh) How about we call this one... “Journey to the Center of the Broken ARK” Meeka: As long as it’s the Scary Version! Bob: Careful what you wish for. Things got weird and dark down there... Especially for poor Doc Rockwell. Meeka: What’d he do, that was so bad? Bob: The guy got a little too curious for his own good... Messed around with some mumbo jumbo he shouldn’t have. Meeka: Well, I’m listening to you. And I want to know ALL about it.
Bob's Steampunk Prologue
by Bob