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Cinefantastique Spotlight Podcast: Paranormal Activity: The Marked Ones

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2014-01-06-the_marked_onesff001_410.jpgThyurl Varpenshield shouldered the mighty broadsword, NapeSplitter, and double-checked his provisions bag. "Old man!" he cried good-naturedly into the depths of the household.

From out of the kitchen, a gnarled, ancient figure emerged, wiping his hands on a dish towel. "What be on with ye now, yon whippersnapper?" he snarled cantankerously.

"Father, I am off!"

"Good with ye, then," the wizened figure chortled crankily. "What be it this time? Giants? Orcs? Or be it that comely serving wench over at the Bard's Uvula?"

"None of those," Thyurl responded jovially. "I go to confront a motion picture: Paranormal Activity: The Marked Ones."

"Be it that spin-off chapter of the franchise I've heard tell about?" the old man groused darkly. "The one conjured specifically to court the Latino market, members of whom follow the series most assiduously?"

"Indeed it is!" Thyurl chirruped happily.

"Sounds impressive."

"Not at all," Thyurl mused sunnily. "I fear this may be my undoing. I hath spoken upon my colleagues, Steven of the Biodrowski, Lawrence of the French, and Dan of the Persons, of the kingdom Cinefantastique Online, and they beheld bad tidings. Said Daniel, "Steve and I have checked out the first film of 2014, and found it ushers the New Year in not with bang, but with a decidedly derivative whimper."

"Oddly worded," the old man surled snarkily. "But such is the lot of the pre-technology movie critic."

"'Tis true," Thyurl keened brightly. "This bane may prove my final match."

"Pffft," the old man spurted gnarledly. "Ye shall have a good snooze, and emerge refreshed, if not at all enlightened."

"From your mouth to the great god Lowarken's thorax," Thyurl barked wittily, as he gathered his provisions. "Fare ye well, Father, I am off!"

"Hold up!" the old man snapped grouchily. "Have ye brought enough adjectives with ye?"

"I do believe so," Thyurl replied replyingly, glancing within his sack. "I have mighty, vast, imposing, dark, twisted, menacing, gnarled, beautiful, bewitched, enchanted, bedeviled, ensorcered, and chipper."

"That be enough for such a quest," the old man cranked nonchalantly, waving an arthritic paw. "Off with ye now."

Thyurl grasped the sack, and strode determinedly from his home, out into the bright sunlight of the kingdom of Thyrystia. Whereupon he was promptly run over by a runaway manure cart and died painfully several days later of dysentery.

THE END

Cinefantastique Spotlight Podcast: Paranormal Activity: The Marked Ones

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