Hmm … there are several Portland terrain maps for Cities: Skylines.  Time to rebuild the region as it should be: with a football stadium in the middle of downtown, seventeen more bridges and a space elevator.

Conspiracy! Card-a-Day #125

Evidence Card 0095: Mystery Package

Evidence Card 0095: Mystery Package

He was thinking about serendipity when he heard the knock at the door.

Nathan did not remember ordering anything, and stood in the doorway of his apartment, puzzled, holding the paper-wrapped package.  It was light but vibrated faintly in his hands.

There was no return address—only a small warning label stuck on the side.  As he peeled it off to read it, the elevator door opened across from him.

Three large men stepped out.  Nathan recognized the one in front.

“Mr. Gallahad,” Nathan muttered.

“Nathan,” snarled the scar-faced mad in front of him.  His suit was dark and impeccably tailored.  He looked down from six inches above Nathan, and his associates were even taller.

The broken line of Gallahad’s mouth wriggled like a snake as he spoke.  “When you left the casino last week, you took something that wasn’t yours.”


“Buy yourself a little something?” Gallahad asked, tapping the box in Nathan’s hands.  “Something … expensive?”

“Um, yes.  Very expensive.”

Gallahad plucked the box out of his grip and handed it to one of his associates.  “I hope, for your sake, its resale value is just as high.  Of course, there’s also the price of all this trouble you’ve caused.”

Nathan thought quickly and glanced at side table near the door.  A plain paper bag was sitting there.  “There’s the rest, plus a little more.”

Gallahad took the bag and examined its contents.  “Your life savings in here, Nathan?”

He nodded.

“I suppose if we leave you broke and out of a job, we might not have to kill you today.  Make sure you’re out of town by tomorrow or we’ll reconsider.”

He nodded again as they filed back into the elevator.  Gallahad have him one last, menacing glare as the doors closed.

Nathan let out a tightly held breath and closed his door.  His suitcase was already packed, and the money he’d given them was only half the haul he’d taken from his former boss.  He’d be gone in an hour.  Hopefully, before those three returned.  They might not be back for a bit.

He help up the label and read it: “Warning: Live Bees”.

Conspiracy! Card-a-Day #124

Evidence Card 0094: Escaped Animal

Evidence Card 0094: Escaped Animal

“Did you hear?”

Kim turned away from cleaning the espresso machine.  “Hear what?”

“It was on the news,” Alyssa said, carrying a case of cups into the back room.  “An animal escaped from the zoo.”

“Wow. I wonder what kind—”

Suddenly, someone was at the counter.  He was a squat, hairy mass of a man under a long trench coat and wide-brimmed hat.  His clothes were unusual on such a warm, sunny day.

“Good morning, sir!  Welcome to Klondike Coffee, what can I get started for you today?”

The customer poked a thick finger toward the menu board and grunted.

“Chai mocha latte?  What size?”

He gestured to the stack of 12 oz. cups.  He must have been wearing gloves, because his fingers were dark.  His forearms were excessively hairy.

Kim rang up the purchase.  “Seven fifty-five, please.”

The man dropped a wad of bills on the counter and waddled away before she could take his name.  She shrugged and began making the drink.  Alyssa reappeared as she was adding the whipped cream and chocolate syrup.

“Do you think,” Kim pondered in a hushed voice, “that it might have been a gorilla?”

Alyssa looked puzzled.  “From the zoo?”

Kim nodded and tilted her head toward the customer, who was lingering at the pickup side of the counter.

“Oh,” Alyssa said.  “That’s just Mr. Cyzerbic.  He comes in all the time.”

“Really?”  Kim walked the drink to the other end of the counter.  “Here you go, Mr. Cyzerbic.  Have a great day!”

The man grabbed the cup, grunted again, then waddled toward the front door.

Alyssa stood next to Kim as he shoved his way out the front door.  “I can see why you’d think he lived at the zoo, though.”

As they watched him through the front windows, his rotund form was suddenly eclipsed by something much larger.  Customers sitting next to the windows recoiled as an elephant—passing with long, heavy strides—took the cup of coffee from Mr. Cyzerbic’s hand.

He watched it go, then turned and went on his way as the sound of sirens began to grow.

Conspiracy! Card-a-Day #123

Evidence Card 0093: Rule of Five

Evidence Card 0093: Rule of Five

  • The human hand has five fingers.
  • There are five fundamental forces in the universe: electromagnetism, the strong nuclear force, the weak nuclear force, gravity, and the inexorable approach of death.
  • There are five states of matter: solid, liquid, gas, plasma, and candy.
  • The body has five sacred organs: the spleen, the left kidney, the pituitary gland, the appendix, and the phleugma.
  • Human history is divided into five Great Epochs: Deep Antiquity, Near Antiquity, the Dark Ages, the Enlightenment, and the Time of the Great Doom and the Dissolution of All Things.
  • Fnord has five letters.
  • Fnord!

Conspiracy! Card-a-Day #122

Evidence Card 0092: War Veteran

Evidence Card 0092: War Veteran

You want the truth?  I mean, you really want to know what’s going on?  I can tell you, man … because I’ve seen some shit.  19 years in the U.S. Army, seven as a Ranger, and you get in the thick of it.  They’re hiding things, man.  Bad things.

On October 25, 1983, 7,300 U.S. troops, with Air Force and Navy support, parachuted into Grenada under the pretext of freeing the tiny Caribbean island after a military coup.  Rumor had it that Cuba was backing the new regime and the country would go communist.  It was two days after the Beirut Marine barracks bombing that killed 241 servicemen.  Tensions were high.  President Reagan gave the order and Stormin’ Norman Schwartzkopf himself led the ground assault.

All of this was big headlines for all of a weekend.  The shooting was over in less than 48 hours.  The U.N. Security Council voted to condemn the attacks, but the resolution was quickly forgotten.

Lost in all of that noise was the true purpose of the invasion.

What is Grenada’s chief export?  Spices.  Specifically, nutmeg.  Grenada is the world’s largest exporter of nutmeg.

In 1983, stockpiles of nutmeg in the United States were at all-time lows.  It was October: Thanksgiving was right around the corner.  What’s more American than Thanksgiving?  Nothing.  And what’s Thanksgiving without pumpkin pie?… I think you can see where this was headed.

The fear was that military strongman Bernard Coard would leverage his country’s nutmeg-exporting power to force the US. and its partners in the region to abandon military bases in the Caribbean, making way for a Soviet presence.  In covert circles, this was called the “Nutmeg Gambit.”  And it damn near worked.  When Coard threatened to burn the nutmeg stockpiles in the event of an invasion, our hands were temporarily tied.

But thanks to the Navy SEALS who disabled the cargo ships in St. George’s harbor, and Army Rangers like me who captured the silos where the spices were stored, the crisis was averted.  The real mission was covered up and the American public never knew how close we came to having Thanksgiving without pie.  And the government began to build a strategic reserve of nutmeg—and other spices as well—to make sure no foreign power could ever use our love of seasoning against us again.

Anyway, it was a crazy weekend.  I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but … who would believe you, anyway, right?  I should go.  Stay safe and enjoy the pie.

Conspiracy! Card-a-Day #121

Evidence Card 0091: Separatists

Evidence Card 0091: Separatists

“Sir, the last item for your consideration this afternoon is this declaration of war.”


“A declaration of war.”

“Ervin, I’m the mayor of Buck Snort, Tennessee.  Who’s declaring war on this town?”

“Let’s see … the Free Sons of Our Patriotic New American Republic of Liberty.”

“Who in the hell is that?”

“As far as we can tell, Mr. Mayor, it is one Judd R. Wenthel, who lives out on Country Road Double-T.”

“This can’t be serious.  Did you read this already?”

“Yes sir.  In summary, he wants you to cede all the lands east of Parker Avenue.”

“You mean, the gas station and the Save-a-Lot?”

“Seems so, sir.  He claims he needs this territory to ‘feed his people.'”

“Is that all?”

“He would also like to establish diplomatic relations by setting up an embassy.”

“An embassy?  Where?”

“In your office, sir.  By the fax machine.”

“This is moronic.”

“That’s a fair description.”

“And what if we don’t agree to this lunatic’s demands?”

“He will, and I quote, “bring to bear all the force of the FSOOPNARL military, including one 12-gauge pump-action rifle and one .22 calibre repeating rifle, both oiled and in excellent working condition.”

“I don’t have time for this idiocy.  I have to get back to the dealership by 4:30 to close up.”

“He also claims to have weapons of mass destruction.”

“Now that’s just too much to swallow.  ‘Feed his people,’ huh?  Tell you what … here’s a gift certificate I got last week for a free fruit basket.  Call them up and send something nice out to the poor nut.  Maybe he’ll back down if he gets some free pineapple and oranges.”

“Food for peace?  Well, it worked with North Korea.  I’ll get right on it, sir.”

Just some things I made: Game mod sprites

Gather around children, and I’ll tell you a story.  Long ago, in the 1990’s, when classic computer game Civilization was only in its second iteration, Sid Meier and Firaxis released a far-future spinoff of the game called Sid Meier’s Alpha Centauri.

This new game envisioned the colonization of a distant planet by a … Continue reading

Conspiracy! Card-a-Day #120

Evidence Card 0090: Old World Illuminati

Evidence Card 0090: Old World Illuminati

843rd Annual Grand Conclave of the Bavarian High Illuminati

with Special Guest Mel Tillis

May 20th, 2015

Neuschwanstein Castle, Hohenschwangau, Germany


  1. Opening procession
  2. Human sacrifice
  3. Invocation to Te-Amun-Jehovah, The Merciless One, He Whose Wisdom and Power Know No Bounds
  4. Coffee and complimentary Dunkin Donuts™
  5. Introduction of new members
  6. Execution of prior members
  7. Revise schedule for World War III
  8. Lunch break
  9. Mind control workshop
  10. Raffle (top prize: Belgium)
  11. Tax records bonfire and marshmallow roast
  12. Blimp rides (pants optional)
  13. The stand-up comedy stylings of Michael Winslow
  14. Cocktails and buffet of roasted endangered species
  15. After-dinner orgy
  16. Planetary alignment
  17. The rising of the Ancient Ones
  18. Special midnight screening of Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights

Conspiracy! Card-a-Day #119

Evidence Card 0089: Standing Stones

Evidence Card 0089: Standing Stones

“Broga, I don’t want to ruin your day, but …”

“Well, my crew chief called in sick, so it’s already ruined, Hamar.  What?”

“It’s upside down.”

“What’s upside down?”

“The stone circle.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope.  Here’s the sheepskin with the plan.”

“Okay … right, here’s the standing stones, here’s the stones on top.”

“No, the king wants it to look like a crown.  Flat stones on the bottom, other stones pointing up.  See this stick figure here for scale?”

“Stick figure?  I thought that was a camel.”

“There aren’t any camels in Britain, Broga.  You know that.”

“Well, shit.  Why didn’t anyone tell us before we lifted those stones?  You know how long it takes to get those frickin’ things up that high?  Wasn’t the head druid supposed to come down and inspect?”

“He fell in a bog.”

“Oh, that’s right.  Well … wait, the king’s really sick, isn’t he?”

“Yep, he’s knocking on the door, if you know what I mean.”

“Maybe if we drag this out a couple more months, he won’t live long enough to complain.”

“If you want to handle it that way, that’s your funeral.  Just make sure you have the circle done by Autumn, or the harvest festival is going to suck.”

Conspiracy! Card-a-Day #118

Evidence Card 0088: Undercover Agent

Evidence Card 0088: Undercover Agent

“Look … let’s make this easy.  We know you’re a spy.  You’ll save yourself a lot of trouble if you just tell us who you are and why you’re here.”

“Your security is tighter than I thought.  How did you work out I’m an agent?”

“The tuxedo.”

“It’s hardly an usual manner of dress—”

“We don’t see many tuxedoes at the water park, sir.”

“Correction: a cleverly disguised Russian submarine facility.”

“If you say so, sir.  Will you tell us why you assaulted Opie Otter near the cotton candy stand?”

“My cover was blown, I had no choice but to take him out.”

“You gave Alisha a concussion.  The children were disturbed when the character’s head came off.  That’s why you’re being held until the sheriff’s department gets here.”

“You can’t let them take me!  If they do, I’m a dead man!”

“I don’t think assault and battery charges carry the death penalty in this state, sir.”

“You don’t understand … if I don’t get this tux back by 8 a.m., I’m out $700!”