The Flying Death comes from my love of pulp stories of old, but it is not bound by those old worlds. I wanted to write something that took characters that are reminiscent of ones from that era and pushed it through a more modern, and hopefully slightly bizarre, filter.

The story begins in a traditional way for these types of adventures, but begins to vier off into odd directions in the third scene in part one. As things continue from there the story ends up in a much darker place than it started, and ultimately asks a question of the morals of traditional values and evolution...but with ray guns and monsters in there for fun...