Preface to The Chronicles |
An Ancient Chinese Pwophecy
It was said, in ancient tahms, dat one mahn woot lead China to gweat pwospewity.
Dis giant of a mahn woot twavel fwom distant shores an' be recognise by his gweat fl...
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Chapter I |
I can see it now. Mike disappears off the map for 14 yrs. Then one dayI land some mail with an e-ticket attached.Hello Shun-Dong province, west of Mongolia.I'm dropped off the back of a cart a c...
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Chapter II |
... And on lived the Tin Mahn and his merry clan in great prosperityuntil the Great Housing Drive of 2038, wherein the Red Army moved inunder the sanguinary resolve of High Commander Fok Yew and recla...
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Chapter III |
It is 2056. A humid January day in Singapore. I am walking up a smallcrowded lane off Pepsi-Cola SuperHighway (formerly known as Orchard Rd),when I see it. Sitting proudly in the window of a small ant...
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Chapter IV |
In days long before an iron will, rubber belly and thirst for militaryordnance transformed him into the ruthless warlord Tin Mahn, fewhistorians realise that Mike Tinson spent many months costing dril...
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Chapter V |
1987 Saturday Night. 9.30pm. NorthbridgeTinman is a teenage drag queen, working the door at Connections inNorthbridge to save up for University. At this moment, he is blissfullyunaware that the events...
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Chapter VI |
Bangers slammed his comm link shut and said nothing. We both satsilently contemplating the rise and fall of the Tin Mahn...The barman slid another two vials of 'whack' our way and said 'you boyslook l...
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Chapter VII |
"Nex' tahm we get dis fukbo duty, Ho Fun, I will LEAVE dis fukbo unit!""Oh sure, SURE, Sergeant Mee! Nobody EBER say 'fuk you' to Commander FokYew... Las' man who twy, he fed his own wantons an' sen' ...
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Chapter VIII |
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Chapter IX |
It's the early nineties and Mike Tinson is feelin' fine. Damn fine. Striding through Aherns in his shiny new charcoal Italian suit, he takes aglance at the mirrors in the p...
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