Tonight, young Maxwell Smith extricates himself from a bad situation.

Tonight, Jurd pulls the old switcheroo, and suddenly this is a four-parter. As it began, so shall it end.

Tonight, in that classic Flash Pulp style, we chase a tale within a tale.

Tonight, the Coffin returns home with a new friend.

Tonight, a FANGtastic bite of terror we call, TRUE MONSTERS

Tonight, we begin our celebration of the most wonderful time of the year with some troubling news for one Shayna Mazotine.

Tonight, Mulligan Smith, private investigator, and his traveling companions from The Irregular Division - his son, Milo “Head” Smith, and the woman known as Ms. Atlas, Jennifer Glat - discover unanticipated marvels in the remains of a ruined world.

Tonight, our trio of travelers face the unknown - but will it be together, or separately?

Tonight, we join our private investigator, Mulligan Smith, on a journey already in progress.

Tonight, the Coffin, Bunny Davis, receives answers to some long standing questions.

Tonight, the Coffin, Bunny Davis, approaches the root of the problem.

Tonight, the Coffin, Bunny Davis, finds a roadmap for new listeners and old friends.

Tonight, we look beyond the horizon.

Tonight, our PI is made an offer he can’t refuse.

Tonight, Mulligan Smith, private investigator, shops around.

Tonight, Mulligan Smith, private investigator, suddenly reawakens.

Mukki remembered the day with the crystal clear clarity afforded someone who repeats a story often.

Cal was close behind, each footstep landing with a muttered curse until his breathing became too laboured to maintain his profanities.

He’d crept from his bedroom and padded down the hall.

It was a madman at the helm.

The anti-government paranoia that grew throughout the 1990s was a boon to Mukki’s research.

Hari couldn’t quite say why, but he felt a little stupid.

Mukki thought he’d fallen asleep in his new house.

Despite at least an hour of steady work, they’d made it only as far as the husk of Calvin’s car.

Tonight, as is tradition, some holiday fear.

William’s waking moments held a steady rhythm for many months.

Gord had fallen asleep at some point. This troubled him.

The town was burning, and somewhere within one of the sets of blazing walls a phone had begun to ring.

Myriam had little patience left for Calvin’s nonsense, and yet his litany of complaints seemed to grow with every step.

Tonight, as is tradition, a ghost story.

Despite the distance he’d travelled, despite the years he’d waited, Mukki found himself fighting the urge to sprint from the shore.

He’d been reduced to riffling through his memory for nonsense trivia and unlikely anxieties to keep himself awake.

The land had been soured for him, yet he couldn’t seem to leave.

It was tempting to trade off the spear for a bit - tempting to hand it to Calvin and let him hunch in wait, but the thought was tempered by her memory of the monster; of its face split and its slabs of fangs exposed.

Mukki stood on Pebble Beach and took the weight of the flat rock in his hand.

There wasn’t much of a world for quite a while. Panic had gotten him - panic had gnawed at his calf muscle, panic had laid him out.

It was a long bus ride, and the lumbering gray beast stopped regularly

The thin silver line of fear that ran along her spine, mimicking the chill of the cold wall, would help keep her awake.

He had proven to himself that Baker was involved in a cover up, but this was a fact William had already known. It had only been he, the escapee, who’d held any lingering doubt.

Hari cradled his head in his hands, attempting to block out the smokey sweet smell of freshly-charred human flesh

As soon as he stepped from the 747’s controlled climate the dry Arizona air began to bake Mukki’s lungs.

There was no hiss, nor rattle of warning, one moment they were speaking and the next the tent to Gord’s left seemed to explode into motion.

The conversation on the night of their unexpected meeting was so celebratory that Mukki was forced to repeat most of the details the following day when they met for dinner.

Seeing the shredded seats, deployed airbag, and tornado trail of upholstery and glass had brought a reality to his friend’s words.

Without physical records to pin them in place, the events, like the town of Jackfish itself, became a receding memory only touched upon by sentimentalists and conspiracy theorists.

You wouldn’t be so eager to sleep if you’d seen the damned thing.

He had argued to no end, then been dragged into the boat by a hand so firm it left four brown bars across his forearm.

While shuffling along the tracks, Gord mentally repeated his arguments against regretting this decision.

William came awake, the second morning after the trauma, to a silent house.

Myriam watched the bobbing light break up among the branches, then disappear, as Gord and Cal crept along the rails that led to the car.

As they spoke the Colonel would occasionally raise his hand, then a building would suddenly be ablaze.

Silence, deep and unyielding, descended. No bullfrogs sounded and no night birds called - even the chirp and buzz of the insects had fallen into a hushed lull.

William had clawed his way through the brush and darkness until he could move no more, then he’d discovered that weeping silently was an exhausting business.

While Gord would have claimed it was “an echo of the past carried by the tail of our nation’s avatar,” or some crap, Hari simply hoped he wasn’t about to require a number of rabies shots.

If he’d awoken in the middle of the night and stumbled across the scene it might have seemed peaceful, but there was something unnerving at the lack of lit windows beyond the railroad tracks. The glass panes now seemed to stare him down, sockets without eyes.

The rum was doing an excellent job of warming her against the chill of the lake breeze. Somewhere in the darkness, down where the lapping water worked at an embankment overrun with grasses, a bullfrog began to croon a long and low note.

“Do you think Dad will be okay?” Ester had asked, and Monica and Haaken were quick to assure her he’d be fine, then they’d offered up a blackboard game of Tic-Tac-Toe to keep her mind from the blood they’d all witnessed on the sand.

This is how I heard the story, and I’ve got good reason to believe it – which I’ll get to. It starts with five kids running across town – this town, Jackfish – or, at least, the town that once stood here.

You can run through Jackfish in under ten minutes if you can keep your legs pumping, and your heart from exploding in the humid August heat.

A word from Jurd

Tonight, a future-facing tale of stardom and obsession.

Tonight, Bunny, the Coffin,finds herself a horse being led to water.

Tonight, Bunny, the Coffin, finds herself slowly surrounded by a party of mystical vagabonds.

Tonight, Bunny, the Coffin, finds herself in the same old haunts as the world outside her bar’s window rapidly changes.

Tonight, Mulligan Smith, private investigator, and Milo “Head” Smith, member of the Irregular Division and reformed thief, find themselves burning different ends of the same candle.

Tonight, the tale of Doctor Sofronio Momus, a man who knows not what the day after tomorrow might bring, but who, through science, intends to find out.

Tonight our spacefarer and his clawed companion find themselves at the end of an unexpected journey.

Tonight, someone’s uttering threats, and Mulligan swears it isn’t him.

Tonight, we briefly diverge from our current ongoing investigation to tell you a well-worn urban legend from the streets of Capital City.

Tonight, Mulligan Smith, private investigator, chases a missing notebook into a suburban wasteland.

Tonight, Mulligan Smith, private investigator, finds himself looking into a novel mystery centered around a missing notebook.

Tonight, an insight into the modern life of monsters.

Tonight, a brief tale from a distant war.

Tonight, your girl, Harper Tierny, learns many secrets - but be forewarned: Please keep both earbuds in until the ride has come to a complete stop.

Tonight, your girl, Harper Tierney, gets a sharp lesson in the realities of life in The Irregular Division.

Tonight, we meet some new friends, encounter some old friends, and find ourselves dug in, at last, with the full complement of The Irregular Division.

Tonight, a brand new story about the same old story.

Tonight, a conversation with a space goat.

Tonight, we take a brief journey into one possible future.

Tonight, we hear another story, this time from the lips of the too-grateful dead.

Tonight, Mulligan Smith, private investigator, seeks a dead man in a haunted world.

Tonight, we begin a tale of things stolen, and things better left buried.

Tonight, a brief tale of another life, though one perhaps not entirely unfamiliar.

Tonight, we visit briefly with an old friend along a northern lakeside.

Tonight, we return to the Hundred Kingdoms, the realm of Sofia Esperon, as the Queen must deal with a number of climbers.

Tonight, we return to a simpler time, when private investigator Mulligan Smith’s greatest concern was the possibility of a serial killer.

Merry Kar’Mas from all of us at Skinner Co. Here’s a gift just for you.

Not for small children though. Just for you.

Tonight, Mulligan Smith discovers the truth about the death of a hero of two plagues.

Tonight, Mulligan Smith, private investigator, meets an unlikely source of information regarding his missing client.

Tonight, Mulligan Smith takes on a new client.

Tonight, we hear the last of it from Harm Carter.

Tonight, Harm Carter finds himself not quite alone in a museum of his own making.

Tonight, Harm Carter discovers you can never go home again - especially when that home is surrounded by homicidal maniacs.

Tonight, Harm Carter completes a sudden descent from a rooftop.

Tonight, Harm Carter makes a mistake.

Tonight, Harm Carter and his companion, Hamlet the Great Dane, must suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune - though mostly the arrows - in their hunt for familiar turf.

Tonight, Harm Carter searches for a moment of peace among the traps of the homicidally insane and the rationally terrified.

Tonight, Harm Carter finds an unlikely guide through the deadly traps of the homicidally insane.

Tonight, Harm Carter must navigate a world brimming with paranoid killers while contending with an empty stomach.

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