And so it ends. The vast epic that is A Christmas Tale of H.B. Shamass, 1896
. Almost four years too late for some of you, but it ends. Here, the sixth and final part of 1896
has swung its way across the world. Some of my readers were lucky enough to receive a printed copy in late 2016 or early 2017. Do forget that you can too join the growing ranks of Shamassians, it’s as easy as I told you so. Conversely you can ignore here: antyphayes
As in posts of yore, I can regale you with superfluous directions, and misdirection. For instance, before reading the latest, sixth part (though by no means the latest Shamass related product) you have to read the fifth and the fourth and the so on and so forth and not to forget this one neither–in original zipbook no less.
In part 1, Lord Jacks & ass., nemesis par excellence, captured our hero and transported him to the southernmost continent for nefarious ends. As all loyal readers know, such is the case even though this noble blackguard had never yet figured in the back catalogue. Shipwrecked on an icy shore, Shamass, Jacks & some remaining ass. approach the Antarctic plateau and the mysterious entry to the lair of the most enigmatic of souls: Saint Rouge.
In part 2, Doctor Shamass, Jacks & some remaining ass. find succor in the Lair of Saint Rouge, co-conspirator of Lord Jacks. But wait, Saint Rouge is not in league with Jacks, he is a saltwort friend of the good Doctor! Alas Jacks finds out this noble deception and after a brief but decisive struggle throws Shamass into the vast dark of the hollowed out Earth [cf. the diagram on the back of the 1896 (cont.) card].
In part 3, Doctor Shamass, flung into the vast and empty void within the (hollow) Earth itself, fell and dreamt of other days and impossible things.
In part 4, the good Doctore, having been kidnapped, carted, shipwrecked, and sword fightin’, plunging-through-the-very-centre-of-the-earth-n’-rescued-from-the-howling-wastes-of-the-North-Pole-by-themysterious-Miss-X, discovers himself once more in the clinging grasp of his sinister nemesis par excellence. A battle ensues.
In Part 5, Doc S., having been kidnapped, bludgeoned, freighted, shipwrecked and sword fightin’, plunging-through-the-very-centre-n’-rescued-from-the-howling-wastes-of-the-North-by-the-mysterious-Miss-Hawkins, made hasty exit. Meanwhile, stage left a dream ensues. Still later at the end of time and all of creation (or so it seems) he discovers himself once more, with she, amidst familiar blobs of ancient sagacity.
Now read on…
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