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    Lullibies for the Doom Worm
    Lullibies for the Doom Worm
    Lullibies for the Doom Worm
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    Lullibies for the Doom Worm

    By Mark Webb

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    [NSFW - Very Adult Content] In the brutal, decades long war against the Spheriods, those nations that survive have re-built their cities in subterranean Geo-Domes. The English Inquisition send Tracy, an unhinged murderer-sadist and a mo-hawked, elderly, ninja, dwarf to take on the Spheriod's deity, the Doom Worm. They hope she will find support among the Marxist robots that co-inhabit the planet.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMark Webb
    Release dateJan 31, 2017
    ISBN9781370520138
    Lullibies for the Doom Worm
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    Mark Webb

    Mark is a writer for Doomy Doom Books and has performed many societal functions, from chef, to lab tech, to child health clerk, to teacher, to Kafkaesque government contract worker.Mark has been writing speculative fiction for some time, for pleasure and has recently begun publishing his work. He is currently based in Leeds, UK and when not writing, Mark is often found cooking or trying to acquire psychedelic rock albums.Mark is a close friend of the sentient foam that underpins the galaxy and so possesses invaluable knowledge of all space things and suchlike. This helps make all Mark’s stories 100% true.

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      Lullibies for the Doom Worm - Mark Webb

      Lullabies for the Doom Worm

      Copyright 2013 Mark Webb

      Published by Mark Webb at Smashwords

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      Table of Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      About Mark Webb

      Other books by Mark Webb

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      Chapter One

      Red light, blue light, blue light. Mr S. Cullingsworth swiveled about in his suspensor cradle towards camera monitor B and stared in envy. Cursing his own weakness, he watched the bipeds and allowed himself a succulent drool. Suddenly his entire spherical form shuddered and spasmed, by the Great Worm, if anyone were to find out, oh God it was sacrilege and he, as head of the Secret Service for the mighty Spheroid Empire should knew better. Assigned the task of orchestrating a revolution in the biped capital city he could not allow himself to feel this way and his anus twitched rapidly. How could he not be jealous though? Mr S. Cullingsworth was no more than a literal ball of muscle, fat and skin, a small black triangle ‘o’ hair on the apex of his spherical body, a face on the front and at the rear the anus and the control muscles. Said control muscles consisted of 4 muscle pads, triangular but with their outermost corners rounded so as they could be arranged in a circular pattern. When he tensed the first of the pads a yellow light would flash allowing him to access nutrition and waste machinery attachments. The second, Red was his information and command pad and allowed him access to his monitors and radio system so he could dispatch orders on site. The third accessed communications with the Spheroid home world and high council and lit up a green light. Lastly the Blue light Marked out different options within any colour group, such as monitor number and so forth. If it were ever required Mr S. could tense all four muscle pads simultaneously and this would summon the thousand-armed Death Gargant who pulls the levers in the centre of the earth, a figure with whom the Spheroid Empire had been allied with for about seven years. Mr S. chuckled to himself, long and loud and clear, then stopped, then giggled softly like a small girl;

      He, he, Gargant. Red light, blue light, blue light, blue light and Mr C. whirled 180 degrees on his axis and faced monitor C. Legs, slather, legs and arms and…genitals! No genitals for Mr S. Cullingsworth it would seem, his whole race were clones, generation after generation, no sexual reproduction, no genitals, only a eunuch sphere. Mr C. forced himself to concentrate on his work, the team were all there, lucky Slavoids with legs and such for suicide missions like this one, he he, still no genitals though, he had taken care of that personally. Dirty as well, puss and bile in skin bags. Mr C. muttered to himself, Unclean and unchosen, unlike I, unlike my Spheroid brothers, we the glorious fruit of the Great Mother Tube. Blue light and the microphone descended, Mr C. kissed it tenderly, smearing and sliming his fat lips over its rusted metal surface. Occasionally he would catch his lips on a corroded edge of steel but the blood was good, it was different, it was real. Rasping gently in an unknown tongue the revolutionary cell was activated upon his word and robotic drones transported them to the shuttle at a brisk and refreshing pace.

      Chapter Two

      Grant was taking his weekly can hunt in the Sub-Manchester shark ocean three days early this time around. He was off to Sub-Sandhurst in less than 48 hours to receive his new assignment so was relishing every moment, it could be months before his next one. Even more pressingly Grant had to make it to play for England as an impact substitute in an Ashes test tomorrow, tough game. The blind, albino shark he rode upon thrashed about violently, Grant screwed the electrodes deeper into its brain and gave the beast another shock. It was proving a difficult fish

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