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DRUNK THREE - Drunken Tales of The Drunk

Everyone has a beginning. And those beginnings come from obvious endings and the death of what was once before. Martian met Steven on a night that was anything other than that of an average night, though they would never become best friends. A handful of moments would alter the direction of Steven's entire future -for better or worse.

DRUNK THREE - Drunken Tales of the Drunk

During a private evening with her boyfriend Steven, Martha discovers a monster the likes of which would change her entire life. She flees, in terror, only to be discovered by Martian as she lay unconscious and bloody in the street. The details of what has happened to her prove to be unnerving, though considerably different than she recalled. In his search for her, Steven runs into Martian -only to be driven head first into Martian's world of monsters in a single moment that would change his view of the world forever.



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