Serpents - Episode 4

Mercury Falling

Big Mike and the Cavendish

Spidergoats III: Secret of the Golden Orb
Earth’s salvation rests in a display case on the Upper West Side. It is a cloth, somewhere between a rug and a shawl, with long, wispy tassels. A dizzying pattern weaves up and down its length, the work of many hands. It is a nearly perfect shade of gold. Dozens of pins hold the cloth down, their heads hidden snugly within the thread. The display case stands waist-high, angled like an architect’s drafting table, covered in spotless glass. Yet the case with its golden cloth is a side attraction in this lobby, dominated by a massive Native American canoe that hangs from the ceiling. At first glance, the cloth doesn’t look like something that might save the human race. Tha

Meanwhile, in the Real World …
So here’s a weird sentence: I’m in a horror movie and we’re doing a raffle. Here are some other weird sentences: • I have a wheel barrow and these waffles are delicious. • My house is on fire and your uncle called. • The Dutch have a monarchy and some plastic is not recyclable. • Several dishes are chipped and the children are scared. • He enjoys ice-fishing and the measuring tape is in the basement. • There is water on the moon and the floor is covered in leaves. But the first sentence is a real thing that is actuall

Zombies vs. Vampires
We need to talk about the undead for a second, because they’re getting to be kind of a problem. It would be one thing if they were openly invading, because then at least we could bust out some chainsaws and makeshift flamethrowers. Shit could, as they say, get real. Sadly, there is no such invasion. Not that I know of, anyway. No, this is an invasion of love, a war to win hearts and minds — and it’s targeting specific people. Certain combinations of demographic and undeath go together like wine paired with

Zombies vs. Vampires
The young people and their vampyres vs. the 30-something hipsters and their zombies.

Stealth Moth: Ninja of the Night Sky
Having grown up in the 80s, I know a thing or two about witnessing an arms race. After blowing things up for a thousand years or so, we as a species had finally gotten truly excellent at it, to the point where there was an actual chance that we might blow up every single thing, person, and place on Earth. Basically there would be no nouns left. Only verbs, and the occasional adjective. The arms race has always been Exhibit A in the case against humanity, so it was nice to learn that some other species is doing it for a change. A coalition of nerds from Wake Forest and Colorado State has discovered tha