You can sift through the racc list archive
https://lists.eyrie.org/pipermail/racc/
or you can try google groups racc for these LNH and NTB stories.

And this week we have another Drew Nilium LNH vII issue -- #55!
Who can Stop -- THE ARISTURTLE!? Perhaps some one with a tasty
breakfast dish for a name?

And also a story by myself that should've been posted like back
during the whole Beige Midnight issues (but since it didn't appear
on the LNH Timeline (I guess NTB stories don't get to appear on
the LNH timeline) I forgot all about it). But seeing as LNH vII
#57 has Saxon writing a Ring Job story -- I guess I really need
to repost it so you aren't too befuddled by Saxon's story. I
mean, okay, since the Ring Job is basically just a parody of
Grant Morrison's King Mob character from the Invisibles maybe
I don't really need to repost it... but too late!

But, wait, you ask -- what is this gem called? An On the Deadbeat Special:
Beige Happy Hour!

Anyways...

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ADVENTURES #230

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LNH vII #53 and Beige Happy Hour!
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From: Andrew Perron pwerdna at gmail.com
Date: Tue May 14 21:24:26 PDT 2013

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VOLUME TWO
ISSUE FIFTY-FIVE
"A Minute in the New Atlantis!"

[ The cover is a young girl standing on a mountain with her back to us,
holding a glowing equation over her head and facing a giant turtle with a
long beard and a toga flying towards her on jets of flame.]

<---------------------->

In her room one night, turning, tossing, unable to sleep, Faith Barnham
receives a shocking message from beyond!

"I am Baron Verulam, the last!" said the phantasm. "You are the only one
who can help me!"

"Help you do what!?" asked the frightened teen.

"Help me solve Francis Bacon's last puzzle, and save the land of Bensalem
from ultimate destruction!"

<---------------------->

"The people--!" she said, walking into the Great Chamber of Common Law.
"They're... they're..."

"Asleep!" trumpeted the Baron. "They have been inducted into a world
without change!"

"But who could have done this?"

"A great beast, who rose from the sea to punish us for our sins against
science. The ARISTURTLE!"

<---------------------->

"But why!?" she said, pounding at the walls of the Library of Saint Alban.
"Why do you think Bacon's works have the answer?" She thrust her hand out
toward the pile of books, scoured and tossed aside in turn.

"So it has always been!" grumped the ghost. "In times of trouble, we have
*always* turned to Bacon!"

"...what," she said, turning to him. "Always? In every situation?"

"Indeed! We have followed the law he set down for over five hundred years!"

"But... he was the creator of the scientific method! The one who questioned
all the old wisdom!" In a single blow, she knocked the books off the table!
"If you were really following him, you'd be asking *new* questions, not
just following the old wisdom--" She blinked. "Following the old wisdom
blindly..."

With a great roar, the wall crashed in, and the Aristurtle was there,
roaring its defiance. But in the rubble, a tiny slip of paper, glowing
blue, floated into Faith's hand. She looked down - a single formula, that
seared itself into her mind...

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The Rosy Council all came out to see her off. "Thank you for freeing us
from the icy grip of the past," said the First Philosopher. "But what will
you do with the Unwritten Law that has written itself to your thoughts?"

"I don't really know," she said, standing by the portal home. "But I think
it's telling me to create something new - a new instrument by which to
promote science."

"You are truly the inheritor of Bacon's legacy," said the Baron's shade.
"Worthy to carry on his name."

"Then... I guess I will!"

"Then carry it to the world, Francis Bacon Lass!"

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Author's note: Note that the logo design at the top is the one used on LNH
v2 #50. I'm using it right now as a prod to all the writers involved~

In Flame Wars Final, I included Francis Bacon Lass as a suspect just to
make a silly reference to the whole Shakespeare thing. But she grew on me
over the rest of the story, and come the HCC, I realized I had a character
who I'd introduced but, unlike Pummelo, never given the origin of in-story.
Thus!

Tidbit: I actually came up with "Aristurtle" over ten years ago, as a
Pokemon name. The full evolutionary chain was Aristurtle -> Platortoise ->
Socryuutes, in order of "least awesome to most awesome".

Andrew "NO .SIG MAN" "Juan" Perron, used wiki a *lot* on this one.

From: Arthur Spitzer arspitzer at earthlink.net
Date: Wed Dec 23 11:42:52 PST 2009

NTB: An On the Deadbeat Special: Beige Happy Hour!

<<Warning: This story will probably give you cancer, rabies, a venereal
disease, and desire to have Satan's Love Child. Please consult with the
Pope before reading this story. Thank You.>>

Cover: [Grim Sloth (That's GrimSlut!) and Dr. Deadbeat (That's Dr.
DeadSlut!) are sitting at a table in a bar. Dr. Deadbeat looks down at
the text at the bottom in bold letters that says, 'A Beige Midnight
Crossover Issue!'. He takes a drink and says, "You're Fucking Kidding,
Right? RIGHT?!']

**** <<--BM-->> ****

From Beige Countdown #0:

**** <<--BM-->> ****

Kirk Dublin flipped the burger on the grill watching it sizzle on the
hot metal. Flies hovered around the grill. Kirk tried to shoo the
flies away with his spatula. But one fly didn't seem to want to leave.
It kept buzzing and buzzing. Getting closer to the grill. And
finally, the fly flew right into the burning coals. Stupid fly. Why
did it do that?

Kirk looked up and noticed that a stranger was in his yard. A man that
wore a black trenchcoat and black fedora carrying a staff made out of
some strange black material in one hand and a beige trenchcoat and
briefcase in the other. Kirk started to become very uneasy. "Umm --
Can I help you with something?"

"Once I may have joined you for slightly charred hamburgers and
citronella-tinged conversation, but for now I must be the Banquo at your
banquet, the uninvited guest." The Stranger gave a slight smile.

"Uhuh. Look if you want some food or money, I can..."

"No. I came here to speak to the Deadbeat."

"Deadbeat? I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe you should
leave."

"No. But my time is too precious to fool around with these type of
games." The trenchcoated stranger struck his staff on the lawn.
Everything except for the stranger and Kirk disappeared.

"No! What have you done?!" Kirk said as he gazed in horror at the blank
white world. "Where's my house? My family? Bring it back! Bring it
all back!"

The stranger shook his head. "This is the truth that you already know.
This was a prison forged by the man named Dr. Molar. Your family and
life here are not real. This is your reality." The stranger dumped the
beige trenchcoat onto the blank white ground. "Pick it up. Put it on."