Read Starlight Over Detrot with me.

The story is about.

Monster attacks. Crime. Illegal hallucinogens made from electric fruit.

They say things didn't use to be like this. They say things were different, before Luna came back 60 years ago, but Detective Hard "Hardy" Boiled of the Detrot Police Department has never known any world other than that demarcated by the seedy streets of his beloved decaying metropolis; a world in which the coroners sing and dance, surveillance bugs have personality disorders, and the Chief of Police is a scarier entity than most of the eldritch things the city attracts.

The grey unicorn who turned up dead outside the posh High Step Hotel seemed like just another case, but her missing horn is the pointy tip of a very large and nasty iceberg. It's up to Hardy and his friends - a rejected monster hunter, a psychic cab driver, and an underground antiques heir - to find out what’s going on in an investigation that promises to stick more than a cupcake into the very eye of Detrot.

Especially if Hardy has anything to say about it.

Additional editing by coandco Sig_Awesome, Hinds, Clint, and Raccoon!
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Cover art by MisterMech (http://mistermech.deviantart.com/)
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Tuesday, April 6, 2021

Gypsy

 act one chapter 7

“-listeners! This is your lady of the waves, your queen, your empress of the evening: Gypsy! Welcome to Ever Free Radio! All the news the newspapers think you’re not fit to know!


“Alright ladies and gentlecolts. It’s that time again! Now, I know ya’ll think I’m some kind of crazed, horny succubus riding the airwaves to satisfy my own ego... well, I’m here to say ‘Yes! Yes, I am!’ Your love and adoration is what keeps me going, my beautiful listeners. I’d get on my knees and kiss every one of your hooves, claws, and toes right here, right now if I could. “

“You ‘Cyclones’ might claim to be champions of the downtrodden, but you’re nothing but a lot of gutless pissants who can’t get it up without stomping some poor mare’s head. I’ve known champions. My mother fought in the Cutie Mark Crusades, and when the dragons sued for peace she got off her war-scooter and she shook claws with them!

“Whatever you might achieve with technology, that’s a debt you’ll never repay. Now, from Luna’s fifteenth return party, this is the song that rung in the night. My mother was friends with the singer and can report first hand there was not a dry eye in the audience.”

- once those two get posted I'll come back and throw her mother's tag on her

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