At The Sign of The Screaming Monkey's Head

One Introduction

This part of the current story begins here, if there is such a thing as a beginning. And what is “a story” anyway?

A chill November wind blew out of the North, driving leaves, bits of garbage, and a greyish, unkempt man before it. The tall buildings focused the wind at street level, and it howled past shuttered windows and doors. Shivering before the wind’s onslaught, a tattered mackinaw gathered tightly about him, he sought shelter.

As noted, this is the beginning of this story. There are other beginnings.

Some of the other stories are related, some not so much, and some not yet. But we will continue from this beginning of this story for now.

What, you ask is the Screaming Monkey’s Head?

The Screaming Monkey’s Head is a simple pub run by a simple man known to his patrons as Kindly Bob. Some of what you just read is true.

The Screaming Monkey’s Head is a nexus of a galactic import. But can a simple pub on the edge of nowhere be the core or center, a connected series or group - or the means of connection?

Welcome to The Screaming Monkey’s Head.

Pull up a stool, order a stout, light a cigar or pipe. And welcome to this tale spanning centuries and megaparsecs. You may start your explorations here.