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Ace of Spades [HC!AU]
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[ Hyperclutch! AU ] The City Never Sleeps... And Neither Do I Resident From the Manhattan Living on Borrowed Time Father for my Crab Son 🦀♠️
April the 19th 1941, "Goddamn it, can I just have the clock go forward one more day," -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 19th 1941, Dear God has it come to this, I feel like me and Hearts are gonna kill each other if I have to take another week of this," -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 19th 1941, "Playing this computer program with my Grub, he's beating my ass in Badminton," -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
New Post --> Check It! ↓ Dude. The War, Transcoded from my magical steam punk machine
"They called the goddamn exterminator on us, but the jokes on them, we're the ones that the Gods left behind," It in April, 1941. The world is supposed to be at war. A megalomaniacal madman by the name of Lady English has torched the islands of Manhattan for the better half year. Anarchy over took the City, along with a cute few eldritch abominations and the like. That was, until the clocks stopped. Perhaps it was fated. Perhaps just dumb luck, but when the monsters had just about snuffed out the last hope of carapasian society, the Earth just stopped turning. Heat, electricity, water. They just keep on running, but the clocks? They don't move unless the sun comes up, which wouldn't be too much of a problem if it weren't for the Goddamn solar system spinning five times as slow, when the island of New York is not bathed in light. Spades is mobster, turned rogue hero, about claim the ultimate price of wiping that smug grin off Lady English's face, when it just all went to shit. Now, with only his fellow men at arms, they have to brave the cold midnight of a barren world, hoping to get some kind of message to the other side of the cosmos. #hcau General Warnings #substance #nsfw #suggestive #horrorterrors #blood #violence
April the 9th 1941, "Make her a member of your midnight crew, don't let your dreams remain dreams," -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 9th 1941, “ #Fishingfriday Might take my little guy out on a boat,” -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 9th 1941, "That's right, Son, a boat ride," -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 7th 1941, “Took care of my little grub, he’s growing up so fast. My fucking parents were a bunch of shiftless layabouts, and I just knocked it out of the park on my first day. Take that to the bank,” -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 9th 1941, “What is the matter, Pupa? Are you sitting on your keyboard again?” -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 9th 1941, “Huh, alright, whatever you say, Son,” -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 7th 1941, "I am being Fatherly. Taking care of the smallest morsels," -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 7th 1941, "Maplehoof, you have wisdom beyond your years," -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 7th 1941, “That boy ain’t right.” -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 7th 1941, “Fuck it’s been a long time, but this scotch runs so smooth down my throat,” -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 7th 1941, “ https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/7b0e5031424e.jpeg “ -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 7th 1941, “A black beetle for #beetleweek” -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 7th 1941, “Rule of thumb always got to be direct, some people won’t even know what you’re selling unless you shine a big ol’ spotlight on it. Morons.” -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 7th 1941, “Even the worthless have some worth to them. Just think of Deuce,” -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 7th 1941, “I drink my coffee black, like my romances,” -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 7th 1941, “I have taken the opportunity to care for a crab pet in my free time, this will surely keep my sanity in the weeks to come.” -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 7th 1941, “Another day on this god forsaken wild web sight, and I still haven’t figured out these blasted functions. Deuce has been uncooperative since I took away his brass horn collection. That boy ain’t right in the head since the Blip. I digress, point is, I don’t know what I gotta do receive messages in my mail box up in the corner, maybe it’s just for show,” -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 7th 1941, “Eat a hot roast beef sandwich, and kindly drive off a short pier, regards,” -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 7th 1941, "What the fuck, is this clock fast or am I just not getting these temporal alignment shits right on the dial up, why do these have to be so complicated. Newspapers were efficient. Letters were efficient. Graphite and pens, what bullshit right?" -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
6th of April, 1941, "Finally made it to the Bronx. Territory was secure, but all told, this may be the last commiqué before the sun goes down again. I managed to remember the last few cycles well enough. Hearts and Clubs managed to get this thingymawhatsit up to operation, so at least path to the next millennium isn't as boring. I let Droog write to his Sweetheart. Boxcars is next, and Deuce, well, Deuce has this shindig called a "wild web sight". Not sure what the hell that means, but the built in terminal says this is some kind of trans dimensional whateverthefuck to send little messages as ships in bottles. Let's hope a little of me finds it way to somewhere important. To whomever reads this, name's Spades." -Signed Spades S. Esquire