The story begins with a glimpse of the future, from the swamps of the deep south and a tide that never rolls out…
Mary was still shaking. Moments before, she had been strapped to the top of a filthy trailer as Agatha was delightfully gang-banged by her inbred children. She would never call her “Mother,” she realized, though couldn’t help thinking of what a Mother might be. Agatha was the exact opposite of everything motherly. She was like Baba Yaga without the walking house. Mary’s brother’s, who Agatha referred to as “ma pups,” couldn’t help what they were, but she still didn’t like thinking she came from the same stock. She refused to talk like them. They were animals. Maybe Agatha couldn’t help being what she was either, but Mary felt no pity for her. Agatha should boil to death in a cauldron of scalding oil, covered in the Colonel’s Secret Recipe of eleven herbs and spices.
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Fallen Nation
(Art for this episode’s header by Jessika Kaos.)
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