Category: Andrew Ian Dodge

Why did th earthquake in Tonga happen this past week? Andrew Ian Dodge digs into the mystery…

The Doctor on duty read the reports of an “earthquake” near Tonga and sighed. As he looked through the heavy window down the corridor on his ward he dreaded the night to come. There was already odd noises penetrating the room; odd chanting and singing…the constant thump of someone smacking his head against a padded wall. The Doc reached into the drawer for his ear plugs and placed them in his ears. It was always this way when the deepest part of the Pacific ocean shakes. They couldn’t report the real truth. In an instant he hears a bloody-curdling scream.

Andrew Ian Dodge talks about a book that’s likely not missing from the public library…

A book covered in human skin was recently found in Leeds beside a road. The Police said it was dropped by a thief. Doubt it. I suspect the book was dropped by its owner, who was dabbling in the black arts. As so often happens he thought he could out-run the entity pursuing him. The book was dropped where the eldritch horror caught up with him and sucked him into the void. Could have been worse he could have been turned inside out like Abdul Al Alzared the author of the Necronomicon. Wonder how the Police would’ve explained that away?

Why is Wembley Stadium sinking? Andrew Ian Dodge tells the horrfying truth…

He knew exactly what he had to do when he sensed what was going on. The digging to sure up Wembley was going well. The trouble was he could not allow it go any deeper. A few people were feeling a bit ill over the past two days but Jarl was suffering from intense seething evil. Something living was there, a visceral evil and Jarl had to stop the digging. While inspecting the digging he careful placed small charges all over there. He hit the button; he knew how to make it look like a collapse. Would he die…well…

Andrew Ian Dodge waxes poetically:

How can I get forward
When trapped by my past
Trying to look ahead
Instead of covering my arse
Demons & devils haunt me
Trying to get their desire
Not letting me free
Refusing to let me be
Wanting their bit of flesh
Deserved or not no matter
Things in chaos & mess
Trouble, bother & loads of stress
Evil & madness pursue
Pain & pressure ensue
Save me from this madness
All the terrible badness
Revenge & payback can wait
Free me afore its too late
Revenge & payback can wait
Free me afore its too late

Andrew Ian Dodge tells the vicious tale of Div…

Div was thrown a curve when he learned Robbie Williams was coming back to Take That. His killing spree the last time was after the singer left the group. He did it to keep TT going after Williams left the fold. His only hope is that Robbie was not “Back for Good’ so he could kill again. Div was upset; he so enjoyed his murdering; it gave him a thrill so missing in his life. Frustrated Div tossed the balled up paper into the fire…as his last victim burnt to a crisp. This bottle of gasoline had seen to that.

Andrew Ian Dodge tells another tale to the music…

He watched the fire burn bright; on his iPod was Take That’s Relight My Fire. He never thought he would be back doing his tribute to the boys. It took him from the time of the reunion announcement until their first gig to decide how he would restart his tribute. Would he kill aging TT fans or young girls like the last time? Would his failed pursuers figure out he had returned? Teenage girls are far more newsworthy than older women. The song ended and he headed away from the still burning body…looking forward to next date on their tour.

What lurks beneath? Andrew Ian Dodge worries…

In London we dig underground deep into the cold soil to make room for our trains and tunnels.
Thousands of workers and machines toiling in the earth. Amongst the workers, who work 24/7, are a few people whose task is to provide safety. They aren’t health & safety people; but dedicated individuals who make sure that all the tunnels are properly protected.
Those marks you see speeding along in the tube or in your car are not graffiti or left over from construction. They are wards against some of the other things that reside in the earth.
Very nasty things.

Andrew Ian Dodge looks across The Pond at a new Mecca…

Those who got offended by the Danish Mohammed Cartoons of Death might take exception to a new Apple store that looks just like the focus of the Haj. Several wags in the news refer to it as the Apple mecca. Just think of it: future generations will be used to hearing from Islamists that “Apple computers are the tool of the infidel.” There will be fatwas for believers to trash every Mac they find and burn Apple shops worldwide. Universities in the US will fall prey to Muslim pressure and no longer sell Macs to their students. Infidel Mac die!

A creepy story in the fog-filled alleyways of London from you-know-who:

“A journalist has been found turned inside out near the O2 centre this morning..”
“Oh did they say who it was Sage?”
“Yes it was a certain Jonathan Grimes of Groniad fame.”
“Oh yes him. Did they say how he happened to be in such a state?’
“Nope, but there were reports of bizarre weather in that part of Greenwich last night. And Londoners were complaining of a strong fishy smell all over the city.”
“No one else was hurt I hope.”
“Not that its says here.”
“I suppose we will need to investigate…” sighed Rupert.
“Yes, I suspect so.”

Andrew Ian Dodge plays connect the dots with the common enemies of civilization and peace…

A poser for you clever lot:
If you are the head of Aryan Nations do you support an invasion of Iran?
The reason we ask this is that Iran means Aryan. The Nazis were keen on Iran (as they considered them fellow aryans) and spent a great deal of effort exploring the country. Persian prayer rugs have the swastika on them in its various forms. And lets face it Iranians, or at least their leaders currently, share an absolute loathing for Jews with the Aryan Nations. I am betting the AN lot would cheer if Israel was nuked by Iran.