The Paronomastic Newshound
The Paronomastic Newshound's headlines locate him in a dangerous territory: the hinterland between Increased Circulation and Editorial Defenestration.
Advise him on a headline
He has a story, but is momentarily stumped for an appropriately droll headline.
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A BAT ON THE PACK
It wasn't even that newsworthy. But the cryptozoologists at the University were using trained bats to track marsh-wolves. Together, you couldn't resist.His editor threatened to 'send him back to the Tomb-Colonies, to cover the sporting events'. Do they even have sports over there?
Talk to him about the Tomb-Colonies
You've heard that he once spent some time at a little known Tomb-Colony off the main shipping lanes.
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Games
"I've never been sure. It might just have been Venderbight. That d__n fool of a captain got us lost. We were delayed a week, and when we landed... we were fierce with thirst and half-mad with terror. We didn't know what we were seeing. Dust and death and smoke and glass. Dust and death and smoke and glass..." His eyes grow misty, and his voice acquires a sing-song rhythm: but then he snaps out of it."Three of them: the Snake, the Red Bird, the Cat. I think they started human, but it's hard to tell now. We came knocking, and they gave us water, and their price wasn't so very high. Write a headline for that, eh? But listen: if you ever end up there, know this. They play games, and they don't cheat. We only got out because the Cardsharp beat them at rummy."