The Black Gas Turbo of Doom

On a night when no moon existed and a road, jet black, a lone car steadily travelled upon this road. Weak lights…all this was about to change I will tell you. Slowly creeping slowly was a rumble a car of no great distinction by earshot, a powerful diesel, the leading driver in his car now increasingly vulnerable started to shiver in intimidation he slowed to a grinding standstill, two grim black clad figure alighted from the rumble car one with a long pipe.

THE LEADING TALLER FIGURE CREPT TO THE DRIVERS DOOR AND SHONE HIS LIGHT INTO THE CAR DRIVERS EYES FOLLOWING CLOSELY BEHIND STUFFED THE PIPE INTO A HALF OPEN DRIVERS WINDOWS AND THEN WALKED back to the car of anger and attached the pipe to the gloom cars exhaust pipe, his foot then went down hard upon the accelerator the lead doomed car filled with pungent black mass of gas, doomed the driver was dead, this marked the beginning of the serial gassing by a group named the black gas turbo killers be warned,  who are they!.

Author: Mason Cult Poet

Mason Cult Poet was born in Westmorland in the Lake District in a farming engineering community. On one side of the family many portions of nobility mainly the Stuarts. Mason Cult did as the herd does and went through the education process. attended drama school and ran small businesses. The stigma of mental health issues blighted him as it does with all creative people, was diagnosed in 2011 with a form of Asperger’s Syndrome which can impair executive function however it has given him a higher sense to see what others do not and from this ability he concludes the world is controlled by esoteric forces and that other interventions operate steering the world we know ro a new beginning.. What we witness we are forced to challenge and the work of Mason Cult assists this View all posts by Mason Cult Poet