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By Minerva’s Merkin! copy
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Spencer Nero – By Minerva’s Merkin!

Ave! My name is Spencer Nero, Civil Centurion, employed by the British government to punch evil in the chops. But despite the awesome power of my mystical Janus Mask – an ancient strength-imbuing artefact bequeathed me by my uncle – […]


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Spencer Nero – By Minerva’s Merkin!

Ave! My name is Spencer Nero, Civil Centurion, employed by the British government to punch evil in the chops. But despite the awesome power of my mystical Janus Mask – an ancient strength-imbuing artefact bequeathed me by my uncle – 1937 still proved somewhat tricky. And that’s down to the Nazis In 1937 I got stuck up a tree, contracted a nasty infection from a Scotsman, made a terrible confession, offended at least two deities, and more than once found the English language refusing to cooperate. Worse still, I saw a lifelong quest both succeed and fail, was forced to hang around with a bunch of weirdoes from other dimensions, and accidentally broke the entire multiverse. By Minerva's Merkin! copyNow, when you’re as handsome, erudite and ridiculously heroic as I am, these sort of hurdles should be easy to clear – but that’s not how it all turned out. I’m not saying 1937 was a complete write-off – no year with so many decapitations could be entirely without merit – but I’m pretty sure things would have gone much smoother if it hadn’t been for the Nazis. So, as you’re reading, if you see things going awry, keep this in mind at all times: it’s not my fault.

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