Midnight Pals: The Case of the Martian Invasion (Patreon)

Manly Wade Wellman: tonight my son and I are going to tell a story togetherManly Wade Wellman: I want you all to say hello to my boyManly Wade Wellman: Wade WellmanManly Wade Wellman: or as we call him sometimesManly Wade Wellman: Boyish Wade Wellman

Manly Wade Wellman: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, I call this the tale of the martiansWellman: so the martians think that they con conquer earth with their superior technologyWellman: but they didn’t count on one thingWellman: the keen eye and awesome analytical abilitiesWellman: of sherlock holmes Barker: wait so it’s HG Welles martiansWellman: yesBarker: and they’re fighting sherlock holmes?Wellman: yesNeil Gaiman: ah! A cross over! A pastiche! A deconstruction!Gaiman: how deliciously devious!Gaiman: when the disparate currents of inspiration meet in a maelstrom of imagination!!Barker: isn’t this an alan moore thingPoe: clive shush Barker: don’t shush me, I mean itBarker: this is literally an alan moore thingPoe: clive, if alan moore did this, sherlock holmes would 200 years old and fucking his 19 year old housekeeperPoe: who would also be idkPoe: Dorothy gale Barker:Barker: damn edgar ha haBarker: you’re getting saucy thereBarker: you’re not wrong tho Wellman: actually sherlock holmes does have a relationship with his housekeeper in my storyBarker: c’mon, manBarker: what are you doingBarker: we all know he’d be fucking WatsonBarker: ten million AO3 stories can’t be wrongWellman: well, Watson doesn’t knowWellman: watson’s kind of a himbo in my version Wellman: now sherlock holmes has an incredible sharp mindWellman: he can look at a Woolly worm and predict the severity of the martian invasionWellman: he can repel a tripod by putting a hex sign on a barnWellman: and he knows the old adageWellman: “rain in June, there be red weed soon”Ursula Vernon: yup yup

Wellman: all of a sudden all the martians start mysteriously dyingWellman: now HG welles thought it was germsWellman: but that sounds like elf shot to meWellman: they could have fixed that by applying a poultice of hog fat and bible passages to their tripod legs