
This was the second time that Hack had used the title “Train of Death.” When pressed about it, he angrily replied “how many modes of transportation of death do you think there are? It’s inevitable that some are going to pop up more than once!”
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This was the second time that Hack had used the title “Train of Death.” When pressed about it, he angrily replied “how many modes of transportation of death do you think there are? It’s inevitable that some are going to pop up more than once!”


Hack’s dream was to start a writing movement and be inundated with loving fan art from his devoted followers, so he wrote this book to nudge them in that direction. He only received one drawing: a crude cartoon where his tiny penis was depicted as a hole punched in the piece of paper which infuriated him until it was purchased by a high-end art gallery for two thousand dollars.

A prostitution ring runs in secret out of a small, family-owned hotel in Torquay, Devon, England. The British Broadcasting Company sued publisher John Kane over an alleged likeness to one of their sitcoms with a similar setting and characters, which Kane responded to by telling the “Limey bastards” to “try and cross over the pond and find me” and immediately stashed all of his assets in a Cayman Islands account. The court case is still pending.

This sequel to “Doctor Mercy: Female Mad Scientist” has the insane distaff genius removing the brain of a Hack Werker-like writer of pulp fiction to see if he has the Covid-19 virus. He doesn’t.


This is a boiler plate murder mystery that hack cranked out because he wanted to write something with a character who had a pencil-thin mustache.

Hack wrote this when a female friend told him via Zoom that she was getting through the isolation of the Coronavirus quarantine by having sex with a dress mannequin that she had strapped a cucumber to. When Hack offered to come over and provide the service himself, she turned him down saying that she would find it too degrading.

Hack wrote this when he overheard the actors at the 99-seat theater across the street from the Shakey’s where he works as a night time janitor complain bitterly that they were slaving away at minimum wage while the producer got rich. Hack thought this was hysterical because the producer was the daytime janitor at the same Shakey’s.

The all-true story of Hack’s cover artist Jonny M’s interactions with the fairer sex. This is one of Hack’s most accurate ventures into the field of historical fiction.
The cover art of its first edition printing met with universal mockery from the women who were depicted in it, so Hack insisted that a new cover be created for its 2024 reprint. It’s a far more accurate depiction of Jonny’s relationship with the ladies.