By Patricia Bray, Joshua Palmatier
Technology fiction and myth readers have lengthy proven an affinity for an excellent "bar story". Now a few of today's so much creative scriveners have made up our minds to inform their very own tall tales-from an alewife's try and move the gods' curse to Gilgamesh, to Odin's choice to introduce Vikings to the Ur-Bar, from the Holy Roman Emperor's barroom cut price, to a demon hunter who could have met his fit within the final magic bar, to a bouncer who discovers you might want to by no means enable an individual in after hours in an international terrorized by way of zombies.
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