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An Alien on Temur Street
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Ongoing, First published Jun 14, 2014
“My great city of Dadu, adorned with varied splendor; Shangdu, my delectable cool summer retreat; and those yellowing plains, the delight and refreshment of my divine ancestors! What evil I have committed to lose my empire thus!”- Toghon Temur Khan
(1320–1370) last Mongol ruler of Chi


Things aren't all that they seem on Temur Street in 1997 and the inhabitants are soon forced to trust and survive their  own apocolypse, their own summer nightmares when they find out that there is an alien within their gated Californian community. But their gates are the imaginary structured codes of conduct, the 9-5, the nuclear family, and it's time for something out of this world to break into their own and make them realize that even in 'surburban heaven' there is a hell, fitted with a fire burning from within, a fire that starts with themselves. 
Between each ten minute countdown from can they save the ones they love?

A spoof based on the Stephen King book The Regulators.
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