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Giant Apes of Wrath

Gustave Hanscleft was reading up on the EPR paradox when of a sudden the house began to shake. This could work as a fairy tale, he aptly surmised, in turn realizing he had no idea in what direction things would turn. The thunderous clamor grew in decibelity, and from his window he saw that great apes with Kaiser helmets had breached the horizon. They came swinging massive guns and clubs, pillaging the gardens and people along the way. With scarcely a second lost, Gustave fell into action, pulling posterboards and brushes from his closet. Within moments he had rendered several posters depicting the apes as mere men with weak limbs and without clear ideologies. His artistic prowess had reached top form. He only hastily realized it though, for there was scarcely time left over to do what he needed to do next. He faxed off the posters, bearing their various slogans, to the other nations and the Vatican, made copies, and Paul-Revered across town - hammer in hand, nailing the propaganda to the walls and church doors. In narry a shake of a lamb tail, the citizenry had mobilized against the ape army. Farmers with pickaxes, old Bolsheviks shaken from old age, tarrying Marxists, descendents of Paris communes, neo-Christians, pacifists, Oktober-festers and fascist demagogues gathered in the square, minute people of the moment. Needless to say, the apes were driven asunder, driven high and low, out of the gardens and squares, back into the fold of history without much ado. The great assistance of other powers, some formerly known as enemies, now enemy-of-your-enemy friends, and the tide of influenza that swept across the land with its own tide of monstrosity, all proved adequate to the contest. So were the days of the future saved and the legend of Gustave Hanscleft promoted to the eternal tome of historical greatness.