Sun, 23 April 2006 Constable Valeri Klimenko, whose father and grandfather were both Heroes of Ukraine, never had any intention of living up to his family's legacy. Now he's been made a detective and forced onto the trail of the most feared and talked about serial killer in the city's history. If it weren't for that damned Reuben sandwich...**** Written by Matt Wallace Narrated by Aleksey Raskhodchikov http://www.variantfrequencies.com http://v-frequencies.livejournal.com/ (c)2006 Rick Stringer and Matt Wallace April 2006 Direct download: FailedCitiesMonologues06-ConstableKlimenko.mp3 Category: podcasts -- posted at: 9:56 PM Comments[0] |
Tue, 11 April 2006 Fera, alpha female of The Feral Twins. Death lives inside her, and it's a reality she shares with all those she meets, whether they want its secrets or not. But is Fera a predator...or just the ultimate survivor?**** Written by Matt Wallace Narrated by Mel Hall http://www.variantfrequencies.com (c)2006 Rick Stringer and Matt Wallace April 2006 Comments[0] |
Sat, 1 April 2006 In the 1930's 52nd Street between Fifth and Sixth Avenue was home to the speakeasy. In the 2030's it's all about the breakdowns, where they mix biochem cocktails and spark the Ash of the Dead, sucking its acrid smoke through bone pipes. The big ticket is, of course, shooting distilled endorphins. Yes, they'd found the last fix, and it was inside the human body all along.**** Written by Matt Wallace Narrated by Anne Stringer http://www.variantfrequencies.com (c)2006 Rick Stringer, Anne Stringer, and Matt Wallace April 2006 Comments[0] |




Constable Valeri Klimenko, whose father and grandfather were both Heroes of Ukraine, never had any intention of living up to his family's legacy. Now he's been made a detective and forced onto the trail of the most feared and talked about serial killer in the city's history. If it weren't for that damned Reuben sandwich...
In the 1930's 52nd Street between Fifth and Sixth Avenue was home to the speakeasy. In the 2030's it's all about the breakdowns, where they mix biochem cocktails and spark the Ash of the Dead, sucking its acrid smoke through bone pipes. The big ticket is, of course, shooting distilled endorphins. Yes, they'd found the last fix, and it was inside the human body all along.