Stuporboy & the Brisance - Fair and Right 9:11

By Marcus Allen Meriwether

The Elect are aware, but the rest of the world needs to recognize its faults, before it falls. These heroes are here to provide that protection, beginning as casino heist-artists known as the Munificent 6, they eventually become the Eminent Gentelmen Ten or EGX. The dark horse, though, is Franco Shaddix - and while he vaguely knows John Homme - the two will have to team up with many other heroes in the end times as Stuporboy and Johnny Honesty.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jul 25, 2016
• ISBN: 9781365282256

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Stuporboy & the Brisance - Fair and Right 9:11

Stuporboy & the Brisance

Fair and Right 9:11

It rains on the just and the unjust. Dedicated to Cathy Dyer~

Copyright © 2016 by Marcus Meriwether

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First Printing: 2016

ISBN 978-1-365-29147-0

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Preface:

Ecclesiastes KJV

8:14 "There is a vanity which is done upon the earth;

that there be just men, unto whom it happeneth

according to the work of the wicked;

again, there be wicked men, to whom it happeneth

according to the work of the righteous:

I said that this also is vanity."

9:11 "I returned, and saw under the sun,

that the race is not to the swift,

nor the battle to the strong,

neither yet bread to the wise,

nor yet riches to men of understanding,

nor yet favour to men of skill;

but time and chance happeneth to them all.

12 For man also knoweth not his time:

as the fishes that are taken in an evil net,

and as the birds that are caught in the snare;

so are the sons of men snared in an evil time,

when it falleth suddenly upon them."

Chapter 1:

Hello. My name is Pineo Neuropolis, and I am the brain functioning personification of a young fellow named Franco Shaddix. I only exist in his dreams, and he usually only sees me right before he wakes. The extent of the extant issues facing my host bear the weight of why it is so imperative for him to listen to us and remember what we say. We are the heralds of the heralds. We are the angle the angels took to save humanity from itself, since they did not value the sacrifice their Father made. My first and second in command are Mela and Tony Neuropolis, my two younger siblings. They may have more power than me, in terms of assisting Franco in his eventual adventure, but he has subconsciously assigned me sovereignty over this area.

I am the President of the CAT. That is, I reside over the Cerebral Alliance Territories. As you may have inferred, there are four: Frontland, Pariety, Occipito, and Tempora. The governor of each resides over that of both hemispheres. Franco is 26, and for 13 years has been plagued by the results of the maturation of both his developmental disorder and mental illness. He is one of many that fight what is called Aspergers, on the autistic spectrum; battling chronic depression as well.

By maturation, I mean complications, and those are his self-medication tendencies. He has a penchant for sabotaging progress, with marijuana and alcohol-related excursions lasting hours or even days. In the last 8 years, he has even delved into the field of what he calls, pill-popping, and what is called cocaine. Neither have been too extremely prevalent, but their effects upon even one dosage are wildly and violently apparent in our lands.

You see, any time a stressor appears on his surface, our peace is disturbed by what we have come to call Gigantines. These are mechanized, anthropomorphic canines - appropriate, since we are anthropomorphic felines. Since he was 5, though, he has had a defense for us against them. Of course, his stressors were light at that time, but they gradually increased – as is expected among people. Anyway, Franco decided around that time to give his life over to the One that gave His life for all mankind's elect. He became a friend to Jesus Christ, and was saved from that point on. That selfsame night, my younger brother Tony had an epiphany, and shared it with me and Mela. Once Franco had been asleep for about 7 1/2 hours, we all appeared to him in an exceedingly beautiful landscape. It was free of the monsters, therefore the perfectly peaceful atmosphere for such a remarkable sharing of news.

He told him, Franco, this night the Lord has decided to give you the chance to have a blessing - through His Spirit in you. It is a combination of adrenaline and testosterone, but spurred by God in you it will be a reward for the stewardship He has found to be forthcoming in you; now and henceforward. You may not deserve even to be alive – as you well know from reading the Word – but use this blessing in small doses, and you will find peace and advanced thinking. Larger doses will bring supernatural effects in your dreams. The most extreme doses He will allow - much further down the road of your life - will bring supernatural effects awake! Beware these, though, my liege. These dosages will leave you staggering and willful of the very commands that lead you to your success against your own will. This is a gift from God, and just as He gives - He takes away.

What? Franco found was all he could ask. This doesn't make any sense. There is no such thing as the supernatural. My mom told me that. The only supernatural things that exist are God, Heaven, the angels, and the evil beings against which we are constantly battling. Then he woke up, but the die was cast.

More explanation is required here, as to whom exactly was involved then in his life. His mother, born Selene Ward, was half black and half Irish. She was renown in Missouri for becoming its first black district attorney – in the City of Saint Louis. At this point, though, they had relocated to Creve Coeur. His father, now deceased, had been a CIA agent. Moreover, he was a part of the Special Activities Division, in what is known as the National Clandestine Service.

His means of perishing – of course – was shrouded in mystery. One day, his mother woke up to a knock at the door, and when she arrived there, no one was to be seen. A message in the mail box was all that she found:

Franco hadn't come close to figuring out what he wanted to be when he grew up, of course, at the age of five. He did, however, know that he would never be in the military. His father had died in December of 1985, and Franco's date of birth was June 24th, 1985. Needless to say, he had no memory of him – thus had been compelled to disregard militant service as a path to financial and civil stability. He knew only one thing about his future, and that was that he wanted to have a plush Christian household.

He knew he wanted Esther Spielberg to be his wife. She sat next to him in his kindergarten class. This morning, during math – while the teacher was whispering with the principal – she turned to him and asked, What is four times four? Franco had begun to feel the effects of the adrenerone, and knew the answer. Esther was a math whiz, especially for a 5 year-old, so she did as well. The only problem with his answer, was that when he saw it in his head it appeared this way:

16.0

He started to get prideful with his newfound knowledge, and forgot that God had given him this talent. He had prepared all morning with his calculator, pencil, and paper, knowing that Esther would be asking him advanced math questions – and that now he would finally be able to answer some of them. Now the time had come for him to meet the road with the rubber – but no rubber in the world can erase the spoken incorrect answer.

One hundred-sixty!

No, silly! She chided, drawing out the first word's vowel sound. It's just sixteen! Haha, you must have thought of it in decimal form and forgotten to account for that.

In fact, that is exactly what I did.

To think, you almost got one right!

With God's help, I'll get bunches more right, here soon. You'll never guess what Pineo and the bunch said last night... Esther was the only person in the world, outside of his mother, that knew about me. She was the one that had urged Franco into getting saved, and her mother had been the person that had him say the prayer of salvation with her. She was good friends with Selene, and the two families had been through myriad trials – along with a menagerie of jubilation.

Now, though, Franco grew to the age of 15 and had a better idea of what he wanted to be when he grew up. He was a model at this point, in Rome, Italy; he happened to meet a young gentleman named Johnny Homme there as well.

It's pronounced 'Hom-me' – like Johnny, the young man was telling his new acquaintance, that he knew was definitely cool in his book.

Oh sweet, it has a ring to it. So, about what that Scarborough guy said involving that attractive young Mona... You know, I would hold off on 'Biblically knowing' any female until your honeymoon – but that’s just what I think and what God thinks.

Oh– ha! Man I believe in God and all buuut–

Just give it some thought. You never know when God's going to make Himself evident in your life. Heck, He could appear right before us – even team up with us in a war!

Unbeknownst to the young crew, but at that moment – in a completely different universe – the alien overlord of that world was returning to engage in the war of the Apocalypse. His name was Ichabod Hottel, but in his immortal wraith form he was known as Campaigner.

April 2011, John Homme sat in one of six different kinds of chairs in his villa in The Bellagio Hotel and Casino, in Las Vegas, Nevada, United States of America, Planet Earth, Solar System, Milky Way Galaxy. He had no idea life for him and the rest of the world would soon become much more perilous, dramatic, and precious. He, his wife Bar Solo – a famous Israeli supermodel, her half-sister Mindy Dray – a famous actress, her husband Waylon Radovolsky – a famous actor, his half-brother Woody Shade – a famous football player, and their friend Troy Folds – vocalist and lead guitar player for famous technical death djent math metal band Midnight Mafia, were planning to knock over The Bellagio Casino that night with a foolproof plan: a giant, sophisticated, liquid nitrogen bomb.

They call themselves The Munificent Six, because they donate all they make from heists like this to charities. Homme himself was a successful MMA fighter – holding the heavyweight belt in the UFC and WEC. He was alone at this time, as the other five were eating and he just wasn’t hungry.

You don’t want your girl to know you blow at Biblically knowing her! John was having a flashback to 11 years earlier, a day before he lost his virginity to whom now was his wife. It was his friend Carter Scarborough advising him to hook up with a model named Mona Gayle for the summer, and then make a move on young Miss Solo. They were in Rome, and he went for it without the experience anyway – which turned out in his favor.

Carter Scarborough was a guard at The Bellagio now – after spending four years in the Marine Corps and three on the NYPD – and when there came a knock on the door, Homme knew it was his longtime friend. He let him in.

I’ve got my team on it, bro. Hiland, Weaver, and Stockton are spread out on the floor, overwhelming the security force counting cards, switching dice and such.

My team is stuffing their faces, and thank you. Scarborough spoke of Micah Hiland, Kendry Weaver, and Reagan Stockton. She, he, and she were all college students at USC that Carter had met at The Bellagio – impressed by how superb their cheating skills were. No one could escape his eye, though, and he had caught them – telling them never to come back. They had, and now – knowing that his