Shortly after his most recent blogpost, dated August 19th, my friend and co-miniatures enthusiast Carrion Crow mysteriously vanished from the blogosphere. He left behind no trace.
After several weeks with no sign, I grew concerned. After a month, I was in a full panic. I dispatched search parties to find him. Only one man returned; bloody, disheveled, incoherent and clearly mad. I barely had time to press some cold water to his lips before he gave a final shudder and died. I marveled he was able to make it back to me in such a state.
Upon looting his corpse, I found a dog-eared and ratty notebook in his pocket. Amid the scribblings and diagrams of an unhinged mind I was able to piece together the following theories as to my friend’s whereabouts:
- He is currently leaping about on the planet Barsoom, sword in one hand and the willowy, slender waist of a beautiful Martian princess held tightly in the other, a wild smile on his lips and the love of battle in his heart.
- He is currently trapped in a neon, digital reality, where he is forced daily to duel Bruce Boxlitener with illuminated discuses.
- He is in an extra-dimensional, mythical city preparing himself to battle an ancient dragon so that he may absorb and channel its power, making his fist “like unto a thing of iron”.
- He is travelling through time portals in the company of a band of robber dwarfs, who are fleeing a superior being from whom they have stolen the map of Time itself.
- He is being held against his will in a remote coastal village, where he is under constant threat of being pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered.
One of these is almost certainly true. Personally, having come to know the Crow’s ways over the last couple of years, I feel strongly that it is #1. Thus, when I look skyward at the red planet, it is with no small amount of envy.
May you return safely and in your own time, my friend.
Yep it has gone very quiet on the “Crow” front of late, I know he was in the throws of searching for a new job, so I think it may be a slightly less “romantic” interlude than you propose Keith (sorry to burst your bubble).
I have text him a couple of times with no response too, so as you say a little perplexing, but as one who “fell off the grid” for about six months a while back, it might still be a little early to start getting the police to batter down his front door yet.
Oh yes, I have also found the link to the Zombtober, page, have mentioned to Simon (Brummie) that you might be interested, all you need to do is posy a comment and he’ll add you to the list.
http://brummieswargamingblog.blogspot.com/2018/09/zomtober-2018.html
Cheers Roger.
Perhaps mundane concerns like securing employment may be to blame for our friend’s silence, Roger…but just think about this…if Jeremy is indeed on Barsoom, as I suspect, do you really think he’s getting your texts?
Thanks for the link. I will wait silently outside the House of Black and White until the Many-Faced God sees fit to admit me. In other words, I will beg Simon to allow me to participate!
They seek him here, they seek him there, they seek that old crow everywhere, is he on Mars, or under the ground? Will the Carrion Crow ever be found?
Various things have got in the way of being more active online, but, like the Doctor, I will be back on your screens on Sunday…and yes, I’m still a chap.
Good to know, Jeremy. Good to know, indeed. And whatever the “various things” may be (It’s Mars, I just know it), it’s good to have you drop by Dead Dick’s Tavern!