27/02/07 Artists and senstives across the globe have been picking up strange fragments of knowledge glimpsed in dreams. What impending doom do they augur? A cosmic cover An interstellar intro A pulsating program guide Tremendous travel info A crackling continuation An awesome article A fear-filled finale A mighty membership form 30/09/06 Our first fine Progress Report has been mailed out, and is now available for electro-acquisition. Guide your pointertron to this position and activate. 09/03/06 The roscoe spat twice as I ate sidewalk. The man-mountain with the ugly ironware looked like he knew his way around a piece, so why wasn't I strumming harp? I guessed it probably wasn't my baby-blues that had persuaded him not to ventilate me. "Dis was just a warning, gumshoe." He had a voice like a hooch wagon rumbling over potholes. "You'd beddah get the message." "What? Big V too cheap to send a telegram these days?" the ape put his gun back in his jacket and took a step forward, his fists swinging slightly like a pair of beef chandeliers. "I just ain't gots to shoot ya, gumshoe. Ain't nothing said about you still being pretty when I leave." "Alright, alright." I made quite a sight, lying on the sidewalk with both my hands held up to cool him down. "So what's this message that's so important Big V has to say it with slugs?" "ConFounding Tales! is on, wise guy." He moved like a glacier making a u-turn and headed down the street. So, those mugs had actually gone and done it. I decided to find a bar where my credit was still good and mull this over. Two things I knew for sure – it wasn't going to be pretty, but it was going to be a hell of a lot of fun. Jake Steamshovel will return as soon as we have some proper news. Why not join while you wait?