Andrew C McDonald
Bio
Andrew McDonald is a 911 dispatcher of 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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Stories (306/0)
Castle Chicanery II
MERCANTILE & TRADE: Caravan Leader Fired: Turb N. Guye, long time caravan leader for Lord Androlian - court jester - was terminated yesterday [from his position, not from his life, although the vote was close]. Per reliable accounts it seems Caravanser Guye has on several occasions delivered property and goods to the wrong coordinates, thus causing massive problems with proper distribution of resources and revenue. This firing took place amidst allegations of possible animal abuse as Turb N. Guye was also accused of humping the camels.
By Andrew C McDonald8 months ago in Humor
Castle Chicanery
News of the Realm: CASTLE & GARDEN: "Release the Kraken!" has long been a battle cry certain to thrill the hearts of our military commanders in their march to glorious victory. Today, however, this phrase took on a new meaning. Spike, Lord Tolke's allegedly castle trained Kraken, had an 'accident' in the council chambers. Said occurrence resulted in a distinctly odoriferous problem with the royal elevator. In a side note, it has been declared that the royal elevator shall be henceforth known as the privyvator. It is surmised by royal academy experts on animal husbandry that one of last month's rounds of alleged virgin sacrifices fed to Spike may have been less than honest in reference to the state of her maidenhead. As a result of this incident the privyvator is now to be part of the royal gardens where it shall be utilized for the growth of mushrooms. NOTE: If interested in obtaining good shrooms grown only in the finest kraken dung, contact citizen Dakkarious.
By Andrew C McDonald8 months ago in Fiction
Wipermorse
Oh God, where's the bathroom!? Crap! Please let me make it... Nathan hustled rapidly down the hallway of the unfamiliar office building, one hand clutched to his abdomen. Just his luck to have an early morning interview after eating what he was now certain had been bad sushi. Should have listened to Maria when she warned me about that new restaurant.
By Andrew C McDonald8 months ago in Fiction