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You may Todd Stashwick from shows like 12 Monkeys, Kim Possible, Gotham, Supernatural or Heroes. Now come meet him as charming rogue Tiber Fane in a two-part arc as part of Nuked. Tonight, Septmeber 14th at 7 pm Central on the 819 Twitch channel.
(photo credit Storm Santos)
chaotic no face man is my new fave
This is the hardest I’ve laughed in MONTHS. This was such a fun scene to do. I hope you like it. I’ll get the second half of this (much more succesful) moment up shortly. This is what you’re missing if you’re not watching Nuked. Lord N’Vod---king dork.
Kugel, Part 1
It seemed like an easy thing.
A bit of pastry as a thank you to a friend and ally.
Pastry isn't like other coveted snacks. You don't need a factory to make a Kugel.
Kugel is eternal.
Still, there are ingredients that are hard to come by. More than that, it takes more than skill, more than craft. Making a proper Kugel is art.
Fortunately Tiber Fane was acquainted with an artist who could produce the gift he needed to balance the scales.
It took a bit of doing and more than a hundred volts but he got Marcus the Fox everything he needed.
Two days later he returned to the makeshift bakery to retrieve his prize.
Battle honed senses warned him that something was wrong before he saw the Fox lying dead, still clutching his paddle.
Throwing himself to the side, he curled himself into a ball and came up firing his auto pistol.
He couldn't even see his targets clearly because of how fast he was moving but he counted three one of which he had already ventilated.
Crossbow bolts whizzed past as he killed the second.
Before the remaining thug could react Tiber slid up beside him and held his blade to his throat.
"Where!!" he demanded.
Shaking, the thug dropped his crossbow and tried to respond "what?"
"The KUGEL you stain! The GOD DAMNED KUGEL. Where. Is. It.?"
He didn't know. All he knew was that they had been hired by someone to retrieve the Kugel. The woman who took it was on a motorcycle.
Fane walked away from the bakery and the corpses of those who helped take what he wanted from him, killing a friend and an artist in the process.
The only good news is that if someone wanted the Kugel it was still in one piece.
He reloaded his gun and started down the road in the direction the thug gave before he ended him. To be continued..... (Story by Mike Nystul)
This video got a little bonked because the stream conked out halfway through. BUT! We stitched it together. Big shoutout to Todd Stashwick for being our first guest!
So, Nuked cast member and awesome artist Danielle DaVerona made us a sweet image of Todd Stashwick’s character from Episodes 2 and 3, Tiber Fane, the man with no face. Be looking for it on merch soon....
Episode 2, "Keys" aka "There Will Be Kugel"
Have you been watching Nuked? No? That’s cool, we just started. We’re only two episodes in, but trust me it’s already been super fun. I hope you can check us out tonight, 7 pm central at https://www.twitch.tv/819entertainment.
Above is the entire Episode 2 with special guest Todd Stashwick. Give it a look? Give us a follow? We’d really appreciate it.
Kugel, Part 2
Most travel in the wasted land is on foot.
Riding beasts attracts predators and vehicles are unreasonably expensive.
Tiber Fane set out on foot after whoever had stolen the pastry.
It was a cold day with ash flurries that limited visibility enough to make him nervous.
He pulled his scarf over his mouth and nose.
Normally he would just shelter somewhere from the storm but he had to keep moving if he was to have any chance of catching the motorcycle.
If he was lucky, the ash would make it so hard to drive that his prey would walk the bike or pull over long enough for him to catch up.
After an hour or so the storm let up enough for him to see the motorcycle parked outside what looked to have once been a diner.
Tiber grinned. Lucky.
He moved carefully to the back door.
No one could have seen him approach. With so much ash in the air he wouldn’t even have to rely on his stealth suit.
There was a lock on the door but breaking and entering was an almost insultingly casual use of his skills. Once inside, he started clearing the rooms one by one, weapon in hand.
A soft voice spoke out from somewhere in the darkness “What are the odds?”
He would know that voice anywhere. It had the power to strip him of his carefully cultivated detachment.
Rachel.
She stepped out from behind the salad bar, a broad grin on her face.
“Needed shelter from the storm?” she teased.
He approached carefully, like he might spook her - be he knew better.
“Alone?” she asked.
He nodded.
“Me too…”
There was a break room with a couch. Lucky again.
Life is an exercise in assumption of risk.
This was clearly a terrible idea but he weighed the risks against an hour or so of feeling like the world wasn’t an irredeemable hellscape.
He chose to share some time with her in that diner break room. It was too urgent to be called intimate but it was something he needed more than he could admit to himself or anyone.
He was convinced he loved her once. They met on a job. She was another pro. They called her “Shadow”. If she didn’t want to be seen she could be invisible.
“The water here is good. I wouldn’t drink it, but a quick camp shower?”
Tiber chuckled. “Was that a hint?”
“Maybe,” she flirted.
He allowed himself a lingering last look.
She was the most impure pure he had ever met.
He sighed and raised his autopistol.
“Well fuck,” she muttered.
“Yeah. Business.”
She gestured to her clothes and he waved her toward them with the gun.
As she put them back on, he asked, “Where is it?”
She smiled again and all of a sudden something clicked.
She was stalling.
“What did you do?” he demanded.
Zipping up her bodysuit she answered “A drone on the roof. Gave it a twenty minute timer to give the storm time to chill. It’s gone now. Headed back home.”
So much for his contented glow. No time to bask.
“Where is home?”
The two just stared at each other for a long minute.
Tiber broke the deadlock.
“They killed my friend.”
The seriousness of the situation set in. She softened.
“So this isn’t about whatever they stole?”
“Kugel. No. Not anymore.”
She put on her motorcycle helmet.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know. We were working for someone who calls himself the Gourmet. I’m not sure how he knew what you friend had or why he wanted it but he paid well to have it. I can give you the location of the place where I was hired but that’s all I know.”
Tiber knew her well enough to know that she was telling the truth.
“We good?” she asked.
“You didn’t know.” he answered.
She handed him a slip of paper and headed into the night.
He allowed himself to wonder idly if he would ever see her again then got back to work.
He knew where the Kugel was headed. To be continued..... (Story by Mike Nystul)
