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HAMMER FILES UNDERGROUND VAULT Newz Hammer

Pulp-Noir fiction. Real world Newz.

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Jack Hammer here. This is where the real case files live. You look like you need answers. I sell the truth, ten cents a file, and don't expect a smile. If I have any hot tips for you, I'll pin them up here on the Bulletin Board. Now pour yourself a drink, and I'll give you the straight dope.

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I run a clean shop, mostly. But some bum just ransacked my office and lifted a dozen Hammer File Memoirs from the safe. These files tell the real story, from the shadows to the light. Now some two-bit crook has my case history. It's a job for a new kind of detective. Maybe you?

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The only clue I have right now came from a punk kid who witnessed the crime from the burger joint across the street. He didn't want to talk and tried to dummy up. I had to smack him around a little. Finally he broke and cried "Look Pops! They're on the menu! Sometimes they come double, with cheese!"

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So there you have it. The only clue I have is... "They're on the menu! Sometimes they come double, with cheese!" So if you're on the case with me, stop back and I'll pin any updates I have here on the board. This is I tough nut, but I think we can crack it. If you'er gonna be in town awhile you should...

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... have a look around. Maybe take in a flick at the Grindhouse, they have a great Pulp-Noir matinee. Or stop at the Newz Stand for a paper and a girly mag. If your eyes are bad or you're just lazy, they even have a girl who will read for you. Look for the headphones. Stop back, who knows what we'll find.

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To be continued..

Good work. You found my secret file cabinet of personal dossiers. I guess you followed the first clue to the unmarked hamburger menu? These files are my prized, Pulp-Noir detective memoirs.

Some bum ransacked my office and lifted a dozen Hammer File Memoirs from the safe. Here's a second clue I picked up.... A punk kid rode by on his bike and yelled "Hey Hammer! if you're looking for the truth, you can find it in the ten cent rag". And with that he was gone. I'm not sure yet what he meant?

Be sure to stop by my desk for a drink. I'll give you my background and a clue or two to some of my cases.

"They say laughter's the best medicine. I guess that's why my doctor told me to quit journalism and start a clown college. But then I realized, most of the clowns are already in politics. And their jokes? Not nearly as funny as the ones I dig up on the daily."

Yours Truly, Jack Hammer.

Cartoon. Noir. Gray scale. Jack Hammer is sitting on a worn couch in a dimly lit living room. Across from him, his aged uncle Frank, looking like he's in his hundreds, sits in an old armchair, smoking a cigar. The room is filled with dramatic shadows and the faint haze of cigar smoke. The scene captures a gritty, contemplative mood.

THE HAMMER FILES: Old Town Frank’s Welcome

Jack Hammer1 month ago4 weeks ago04 mins

This entry is part 6 of 16 in the series Chapter 1: The Case of December's Debt.

The cab dropped me off in front of a brownstone that had seen better days, probably before I was born. Old Town hadn’t changed much, still smelled

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A grayscale, high-contrast pulp-noir graphic novel panel shows Jack Hammer, a burly man in a trench coat and fedora, walking down a rundown city street at night. The street is lined with dilapidated buildings, broken windows, and fire escapes, all rendered with sharp lines and deep shadows, conveying a sense of urban decay and grittiness.

THE HAMMER FILES: A New Hand

Jack Hammer1 month ago4 weeks ago04 mins

This entry is part 7 of 16 in the series Chapter 1: The Case of December's Debt.

A New Hand Frank just stared, the cigar smoke curling around his ancient face like a shroud. He didn’t say much, but his eyes, those flinty chips of granite,

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A grayscale, high-contrast pulp-noir graphic novel panel shows Jack Hammer, a burly man in a trench coat and fedora, standing at a payphone located in the back corner of a dimly lit, gritty bar. He holds the receiver with a serious, intense expression. The bar's bottles and shadowy figures are blurred in the background, adding to the mysterious atmosphere.

THE HAMMER FILES: The Setup – Jack Calls Jamie Diamond

Jack Hammer1 month ago4 weeks ago04 mins

This entry is part 9 of 16 in the series Chapter 1: The Case of December's Debt.

The bell above the door of Joe’s Place was missing, probably pried off by a drunk looking for spare change. The air inside was a thick soup of stale

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Noir cartoon of Jack Hammer, looking thoughtful, thumbing through a pocket-sized contacts book, with a ghostly face floating above him, set against the rundown streets of Old Town."

THE HAMMER FILES: High Stakes and a Diamond

Jack Hammer1 month ago4 weeks ago05 mins

This entry is part 8 of 16 in the series Chapter 1: The Case of December's Debt.

The door to Frank’s brownstone shut behind me with a tired sigh, and I stepped back onto the cracked pavement of Old Town. The street was a grim tunnel,

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