Pseudonymous Bosch: In Cahoots With Geraldine Julienne?

I can’t say for sure. I’m not like him; I don’t just make things up.

I always knew the mustache was fake. I knew he was lying about HIS trio of heroic youths, because he told me himself. But now, looking at this issue of the Daily Punctilio, I don’t know if anything he’s told me is true—even when he told me he was a liar.

This issue begins with a contract, which the writer insists the reader must sign before reading the rest of the paper. The contract is fairly simple—it demands that the reader sign in their own blood, promising to tell everyone they meet about the vitally important news contained within the paper, and that if they will not sign it, they must not read. Obviously, there was nothing preventing me from reading anyway, and on the other pages, I was greeted by Geraldine Julienne’s usual enthusiasm about things that never really happened. While it is perfectly fine, as an author of fiction, to write about things that never really happened…