It's amazing to read of the bravery those people had, of the dedication to the people of their military. If it weren't for the Galactic Death Ray, they might have really made a good go of creating a decent, caring democracy in the Middle East.
I keep picturing some of them hiding out and surviving in pyramids and ancient temples and tombs. Perhaps their dreams of a better world will survive until the Death Ray passes, and start anew. I'll have to ask the Shaman to Journey there next Ritual and check on them.
The Shaman is a cool guy. His name is Bob Lightnight. Everyone thought he was a harmless nut before the Death Ray. He'd had a vision that told him to collect tinfoil and wear it under his clothes and wide-brimmed hat. He told me some really wild stories about dumpster-diving for tinfoil and washing it clean, rolling it up and squirreling it away.
I bet they were all surprised when they started baking in the Death Ray, and he walked away scott-free and glowing blue with green outlines. He even saved a young teen couple by letting them stay in his heavily-foiled cardboard box on Flake Alley. Their names are Zeke Winkus and Suzette Seraphima. They're here with us in Peru, and Suzette is Bob's apprentice. Zeke does chores for both of them. They both love Tinfoil Bob like a favorite eccentric uncle.
The story of their journey to Peru is amazing, too. I'll save that for another cigar, though.
Brad Wonder out.
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