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A Whateley Academy Story


by Morpheus


Seattle, Washington. Wednesday, Sept 26th, 2007

What do you do when you have an angry mutant on your tail, chasing after you with every intention of killing you, or at the very least, kicking your butt? In my case, you just run like hell.

My name is Adam Wylann, and at fifteen years old, I was a little shorter than most of the guys in my class. However, I made up for that by being lean and athletic, due in no small part to all the free running and parkour that I’d been doing for the last year and a half. At the moment, all that practice was coming in very useful.

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A Whateley Universe Story

The Final Trump

By Bek D Corbin


Part 3


JJ had been right- the warehouse was a rat’s nest. Mara looked at the layout of the storage area and saw three of the banes of modern Academia at work: Tight Budgets, Interdepartmental Rivalry, and Issue Faddism. First Nations issues tended to fade in and out of fashion, as the question of whether Anthropologists were exalting or exploiting the cultures they studied waxed and waned. The warehouse smelled of dust, paper, mold and apathy.

Mara was dressed to intimidate, with the ultimate symbols of authority: a dark wig with a severe hairstyle, thick unflattering glasses, a lab coat, an ID badge, and a clipboard. Looking disgusted at the pendulum in her hand, she said to her husband (via cell phone in her other hand), [liberally translated from the original French], “It’s no use, Nick darling! I can’t get a firm fix on anything, because there are too many items of trivial magical significance tucked away here and there! It’s like trying to find one conversation in the middle of a convention of gossipy teenage girls! And the maddening thing is that I’ll bet that nothing here is worth the risk of trying to sneak out.”

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A Whateley Academy Story

The Bear, the Bitch, and Everything

by E. E. Nalley


Part 3


Why not think about times to come,

And not about the things that you've done,

If your life was bad to you,

Just think what tomorrow will do.

Don't stop, thinking about tomorrow,

Don't stop, it'll soon be here,

It'll be here, better than before,

Yesterday's gone, yesterday's gone.

Fleetwood Mac, Don't Stop


September 8th, 2007

Range Two, Kane Hall Tunnels, Whateley Academy

The Colt Wolverine was an interesting failure.

It had been developed in the mid-80s when the Army was looking to replace the aging 1911 with a new, more modern sidearm. The Wolverine was a machine pistol, capable of burst and full auto fire, packed into a frame that was about the same size and shape as the pistol it was replacing. The double-stacked 9 mm magazine made the pistol grip somewhat thicker than those who were used to the aging 1911, but allowed for a 20 round magazine to fit completely within the pistol grip. They also produced 30 round stick magazines that extended below the pistol grip and a little 50 round drum as well. The Army felt that the fully automatic mode was not needed in a pistol and so decided to go with Beretta's entry, which would go on to become the M9.

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A Whateley Academy Story

Imp 5: Head over Tail

by Morpheus


Part 1


Dunn hall, Friday afternoon, Sept 28th, 2007

It was Friday afternoon and I was in the middle of teaching Art Appreciation, my last class of the week. Or at least, this was my last official class.

My students were all in the middle of taking a test, so I was sitting at my desk, trying to remain quiet, so that I didn’t distract them. This wasn’t easy, because I kept thinking about how funny it would be if I pulled out my air horn and made them all jump, or just used my Nerf gun to test their reflexes. However, no one had ever said that being a teacher would be easy.