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Many Names

“I have many names. My name is Gwynplaine, or Long John Silver, or Oscar Jones, or Van Helsing, but you can call me, Comrade Monke…” And it was with those words he revealed his identity to his prisoner. -”What do you want from me?” -”To keep your mouth shut about what you’ve seen here. And if you don’t, well, you know what happens to the enemies of SMERSH!” -”I promise you, I won’t speak to anyone, now please, let me go” -”Comrade Monke always keeps his promises. LET JOHN GO!” The guards slowly approached and started untying him. When he was free, however, he took out a knife and sliced the throats of the two guards open. Then he tried to look for Monke, but Monke was… gone. However, he then saw a strange man standing in the corner. -”Hello? Who are you?” -”Relax! My name’s Constantine!” -”What are you doing here?” -”I am also a prisoner of Monke, and I finally managed to get out of my cell.” -”Well, let’s get going then!” They started running and made their way over at the armory. Jo...
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The War of Constantine

He had just arrived, and the car disappeared into the darkness behind him. Now he was all alone in front of that dark, seemingly empty and abandoned palace. He took out his flashlight, preparing to explore it. However, when he approached it, he stumbled on a stone in the ground and fell over. His flashlight broke! Now he was alone, in the dark and without any light! He got up and went closer. He stood in front of the large door, becoming increasingly much more scared than he was when he was in the car. He knocked on it, and the door opened, but seemingly by no one. He walked forward. The building was almost like it was abandoned. Now he was extremely scared. Thankfully, he found another flashlight on a table nearby. He picked it up and turned it on - or at least tried to, for it wouldn't turn on. He hit it and then tried again to turn it on. This time a very weak light appeared. It wasn’t much, but better than nothing. He aimed it at the stairs, made sure nothing dangerous was the...
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On the Vatican's Secret Service!

He entered the Transylvanian castle. Romania was now under communism, and he was convinced the horrors of it were just a bourgeois invention. But when he saw a terrifying shadow of a disgusting figure on the wall, he was convinced it wasn’t a mere legend. He tried to run away but he didn’t manage it, he was grabbed and pulled into the shadows, ending his life. This was the third victim who entered the castle and didn’t return. Not only the communist authorities, but also the Vatican was becoming increasingly concerned about the horrors of this castle. Could he be back? After all this time? Comrade Monke, the famous anthropomorphic primate and Soviet agent, was sleeping peacefully in his dacha when a phone call woke him up. It was the “Chief” of the Soviet Secret Service. Monke was ordered to be there in 2 hours. Monke got up, prayed a rosary as he was a devout catholic, despite being in a majority Orthodox country, got dressed, fed his pet bird and left. He went outside and entered hi...
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Comrade Monke in Colombia

He woke up from his unconsciousness and found himself tied up. Then he saw a door open and a man in a fedora hat and a black suit entered the room. A laser, located on the ceiling, was then activated and started slowly moving. He was doomed to be cut in half, and the man in the black hat was just watching from a distance as if he was enjoying it. -”Do you expect me to talk?” said Comrade Monke. -”No mister Monke. I expect you to die!” said the man in the hat. Comrade Monke was so scared he passed out from the shock. When he was unconscious, he remembered his past missions… how he had been sent by the USSR on so many adventures. He had killed Francisco Scaramonke, he had retrieved Warheads from a rival entity, he had stopped the killings of soviet spies in America, he had killed Tony Camonte and so much more. Was that his end? Sliced in half by a laser? When he woke up, he was ok… He was in a bed however he soon realized he was tied up. He lifted his hands and tried to break t...
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The mystery of Number I

He escaped the guards and ended up in a train heading for Greece. This was the second time he was escaping them today. When the train arrived at the station, he got off the train and entered a taxi. -”Where shall I take you?” asked the cab driver in his heavy, Greek accent. -”To a hotel please. As far away from here as possible!” And the cab driver took him to a hotel in Kineta. Beautiful place with beautiful beaches and even more beautiful women. He paid the taxi driver and entered the hotel. The hotel had a bar in it as well, and the man went there and ordered a drink. As he was observing the place, he saw a blonde woman sitting a couple of stools away. He told the bartender that the woman’s drinks were on him. However, when he was about to approach the woman to talk to her, the bartender knocked him out unconscious. The woman smiled. -”Good job, Michael! Now we really got him!” The man woke up a couple of hours later with a terrible headache. “Where am I?” He thought. “You’re in my...
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The Red File

It was a dark, rainy night. With his intimidating dark costume, black tie and black fedora, he put the silencer onto the pistol while hiding behind a very large crate. He peeked and saw that the guards were still there. He had no choice but to neutralize them. He got up, aimed his gun and he didn’t miss, both had fallen dead with only a difference of 1 second between their deaths. He moved to the second floor and saw two more guards. He distracted them by throwing a coin and moved past them. He moved on to the third floor. Floor after floor, step after step, he eventually made it to the control room. He wasted no time, he placed the explosives and set the timer to 5 minutes. He ran out of there as fast as he could while avoiding the guards. However, he saw something on a desk: A weird, red file. He took it. Once he got out and far enough, he looked at the building, which exploded and caught on fire. After the mission had been accomplished. He flew by plane back to London. The next day...
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Our Voyage

I have recently been asked to write about my experiences at that accursed island. And so, though writing this memoir, I travel back to a simpler time, when I was running “The Tavern” back in the United States of America along with my dear Olive. What beautiful memories that nobody and nothing, not even what followed, could take them away. I still remember how we built it: My father and mother, approximately two years before they died, had finally gathered enough funds to open their own business. But they hadn’t decided yet what it should be. Initially we thought of opening a small Inn, but we decided on a tavern instead. It was me that suggested the name, and thus we simply called it “The Tavern.” The reasoning behind that simplistic title was personal to me: When I was a kid, my parents often took me to a business with that same name. I knew its owner, who loved me like I was a child of his own. But maybe I went off-track here. Back to the main events: It was a stormy night and we ba...
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