Lost City Found
by Jake Smith
In 1994, a
few intrepid WAG
staff writers explored an area near the Richmond
International Airport that seemed to be an equal
mix of nebulous legend and real danger. Nearly a
decade later, WAG
reader Jake Smith stumbled onto WAG’s
article
recounting our experiences, and it
encouraged him to locate the area and launch his
own exploration.
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Exploring
the Lost City
by Charlie Onion
The locals called
it the Lost City: a mysterious collection of
immaculate, fifty-year-old roads, curbs and
storm drains set back in the woods. Nobody seemed
to know why there were no houses—or why
it was patrolled by an armed guard.
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Reports
from the Edge #1
by G. Thomas Powell
One thing
you've got to admit: living in the End Times is
certainly one helluva show. There's
perverts, idiots and jerks crawling out of the woodwork
just to appear on the multitude of talk shows that
now crowd the airwaves. Crazed televangelists roam
the landscape duping multitudes with their babbling
talk of spooks in the sky and eternal damnation.
Is there any hope?
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Reports
from the Edge #2
by G. Thomas Powell
It
all began with a visit to my post office box, where
to my delight I actually found two pieces of mail.
One envelope had in the upper left-hand corner the
name 'Valerie Morrison' and, beneath that, squiggly
lines which I took to be representations of brain
waves. (This was an easy guess, since printed across
the envelope were also the words "This powerful
Brain wave pattern inside could be worth thousands
of dollars!")
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Reports
from the Edge #3
by G. Thomas Powell
Recently,
I struck up a conversation with a gas station attendant
after he commented on the design displayed on my
T-shirt. After I tried to explain the significance
of the design, the attendant responded by saying,
"I'm a Discordian." Of course, the only
reply I could make as I headed out the door was,
"All Hail Eris!"
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