Preface: So young when i wrote this. Was living in the Durban underground in a broken flat with many bodies. Will never forget that place. The characters i mention at the end were my mates (DJs, alternates and punks).
Twenty and a bit years have past since the arcade game of astrology decided that the above mission was to take place one thousand nine hundred and ninety-three years after the nailing of Jesus Christ (NB: The Re-re-re-revised Hitchhiker’s Guide defines Christ as “a hero of Fablia Biblica /or/ a curse favoured by Terranian homosapiens”).
After a miserable wait the latter mentioned time period has arrived for Mike Peace; poet pretend and presently a celibate denizen of Earth. Local devils and angels will be on hand to assist.
Presently he is hunched over a primitive word developer, listing objectives in a code that not even he understands. The universe waits in anticipation. Further developments will be shown as Mission Arb: The B-movie at a cinema near you. In case of the latter note that Armageddon scenarios force the Censorship Board to impose a No Under 10 age restriction (protest forms against this motion will be available at For a Democratic Hell election campaigns).
May the force be with you earthling.
LORD CHARLIE THE CHAPLIN
By Order of
HIS UNTOLD OF MAJESTY
A MESSAGE FROM SPONSORS, REDGEWOODS:
Toy dolls of Mike Peace and other lovable characters
such as Bhaal, Shovel, Orange, Al, Hobbit and quas will be available.