Doomed: Trapped Inside the Markmen's Computer

June 2, 2026, “Doomed: Trapped Inside the Markmen’s Computer” - Episode 252, Perswayssick Radio: Unearthly Comedy, by Vicki Solá

😱 The Markmen create a file called "DOOMED"—and start putting living people inside! They’re back—and this time they're not just stealing possessions... they're stealing reality itself!

In this thrilling episode of Perswayssick Radio: Unearthly Comedy, stranded Earthling Nicki Rodriguez watches in horror as the sinister Markmen use their bizarre technology to search Gneeecey's mansion, confiscate her most valuable possessions, and reveal shocking secrets from the past. But things go from bad to catastrophic when the alien gangsters create a mysterious folder called "Doomed" and begin storing items, including a living victim, inside it! 

💼 Nicki's missing portfolio...
 🧥 Her treasured jacket...
 🌎 A threat to an entire planet...
 🐕 And poor Gneeecey finds himself facing a fate stranger than anything Perswayssick County has ever seen.

As virtual worlds collide with reality, old mysteries resurface, dangerous truths are exposed, and the Markmen's frightening influence over Perswayssick County becomes clearer than ever. Can Nicki stop them before everything—and everyone—ends up trapped forever?

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Transcript

Transcript / “Doomed: Trapped Inside the Markmen’s Computer” - Episode 252, by Vicki Solá.

(Based on material from THE GETAWAY THAT GOT AWAY by Vicki Solá  (© 2011, Full Court Press) 

All content © 2026 Perswayssick Radio: Unearthly Comedy. 

SFX: [Horror Scary Moment]

NARRATOR VICKI SOLÁ: In our last episode….

Mark chuckled. “We don’t play.” Whistling, he brought my image—my live, three-dimensional image—up onto the screen. SFX: [Spaceship, Resonant] “Well, well, whadda we got here?”
I watched as the virtual me squirmed in her scorching seat, attempting to keep most of her weight on her insulated navy, multi-zippered jacket’s thick bottom hem. Just like the real me.
Mark rotated the ring. SFX: [Spaceship, Resonant] “Looky.”
I—and the shrinking series of virtual myselves up on the wall—gawked transfixed as the cursor dragged a shrinking series of dark objects out of a shrinking series of our virtual coat pockets.
Mark snapped his fingers. SFX: [Finger Snap] [Eerie Musical Logo]
My black V-neck blouse—the one I had stuffed into my pocket only hours earlier—unfurled and floated past my face, right into the Markman’s slimy clutches.
Winking, he threw my garment into a pile of mierk. “Whatsamatter, ya ergzap Earthling? I thought that was a pretty cool trick!”
“It was!” agreed an opportunistic Gneeecey. “Do it again!”
“We will—don’choo worry.”
I thought I was gonna black out.
“Okay, now we’ll try somethin’ different.” Rotating the ring clockwise, counterclockwise, then clockwise SFX: [Eerie Musical Logo], the Markman double-clicked on my virtual jacket SFX: [Electronic Button x 2] and snapped his fingers. SFX: [Finger Snaps] [Eerie Musical Logo]
Breath nearly sucked out of me—the real me—I swooshed up toward the ceiling.
“Ig,” whooped Gneeecey, “you’re flyin’! Like Sooperflea!”
An instant later, I landed hard, on my hands and knees. SFX: [Concrete] As I raised my head, I saw my jacket—my actual jacket—hanging from Mark’s index finger. My jacket, filled with all my precious possessions I’d managed to stuff in its pockets…including my ten thousand dollars cash….

“C-cool trick,” I stammered, “but could I please have it back? I’m freezing!”
 “Yeah, sure.” He tossed my coat to the younger Markman. “After we search the pockets.”

My heart plunged into the pit of my stomach.

SFX: [Spaceship, Resonant] [Horror Scary Moment] [Spaceship, Resonant] 

NICKI RODRIGUEZ:  The rookie tapped Gneeecey’s shuddering shoulder. “Not so freakin’ fun when it’s your turn, is it?”
 “Get outta my house!”
The senior Markman moved his cursor up three staircases and maximized the view. SFX: [Electronic Button x 3] “Ain’t this fun, takin’ a tour of your mansion, wit’out gettin’ our dirty footprints all over your dirty floors? Let’s check out your bedroom.”
“Noooooo!”
“My, what a squalid mess,” declared Mark, feigning astonishment.
“It’s a wonder ya can even find your shorts—y’know, them stupid-lookin’ ones from Stummix Bank wit’ then dimes all over ’em?”
Gneeecey’s snout wrinkled. “Leave my stinkin’ shorts alone!”
“Well, well…whadda we got here?” The alien rolled his cursor SFX: [Spaceship, Resonant] over to Gneeecey’s untidy pharmacy of a night table. “Ain’t them your shorts right there—hangin’ over that dame’s picture?”
Scarlet face visible through his white fur, Gneeecey grunted.
Mark clicked on the tarnished frame SFX: [Electronic Button], enlarging our view of the photo inside. “Classy lookin’ broad.”
Gneeecey bunched up his fists. “Youse stinkin’ leave my Goonafina outta this!”
 Brown-haired Mark snickered. “She’s a real dog.”
Gneeecey flew up into the Markman’s amused amber face, kicking and punching. SFX: [FistFight] And missing.
The alien gangster hoisted him up by the scruff of his neck, then dropped him to the floor. SFX: [Cartoon Slip] [Slip & Fall] [Concrete] [Duck Horn] 

“Ow! My lousy bimbus!”

“An’ whadda shame ya killed them goths we gave ya, as a symbol of our fond an’ everlastin’ friendship.”
 “It’s her fault,” bawled Gneeecey, rubbing his behind. “The Ig here croaked ’em—an’ their poor, unbornded babies!”
“Whatever,” replied the Markman, yawning as he highlighted Gneeecey’s bed. SFX: [Spaceship, Resonant]  “An’ whadda we got here, parked up by your pillow? Looks like a red briefcase.”
I shot Gneeecey a withering glance. He turned away.
Noting my interest, Mark right-clicked on my maroon portfolio case SFX: [Electronic Button], chose “cut,” and left-clicked SFX: [Electronic Button] [Magic Summons]. And snapped his fingers. SFX: [Finger Snap]
It—my actual portfolio case—popped right out of the screen and into his foul hands. SFX: [Eerie Musical Logo]
“Another cool trick, huh?”
Pulse pounding in my eardrums, I stared across the room, at my jacket.
“Hey,” suggested the younger creep, electronically igniting and then pointing his flaming pole at Gneeecey’s virtual disaster of a master suite. SFX: [Fire] “Let’s do his place like we did Shisskey’s Bakery—an’ the Pooper-Scooper!”
Gneeecey cowered against the wall, his ratty knees knocking so loudly you could hear them. SFX: [Cartoon Chattering Teeth]
“Please?” begged the rookie, aiming at Gneeecey’s debris-covered mattress.
“Maybe later,” the senior Markman answered absentmindedly as he clicked on a green, leaf-shaped icon. SFX: [Electronic Button] In a flash, Gneeecey’s whipped cream-shrouded backyard covered the wall. SFX: [Spaceship, Resonant]
“Stinkin’ get offa my propooperty!”
Mark’s cursor skidded SFX: [Electronic Button] [Cartoon Slip] to a halt at the foot of Gneeecey’s giant icicle-dripping oak tree.
“Mister Tree!” screeched Gneeecey, fists clenched.
“Looky, Doc—I can make Mister Tree dance twice as fast as usual.” Gneeecey’s head whipped around. “See, Ig? I told ya—Mister Tree has been movin’ faster!”
 I scowled. “You guys have been making Mister Tree—uh—this tree—chase him?”
“Nah. Not really. That lousy tree really does chase him—in his wacko mind. We jus’ make it move a little faster—for fun.”
I jumped up. “You call messing with someone’s mind fun?”
“Yeah,” he replied, as he clicked on a gold star at the bottom of his screen. SFX: [Electronic Button] “Here, Earthling—we got a little somethin’ up our sleeve for you, too. We are gonna get that secret code outta ya.”
My jaw dropped. I was standing face-to-face with my own virtual solar system. SFX: [Scary Background II]
“We’re gonna have fun wit’ this,” continued the senior Markman, pointing his cursor at my Earth. SFX: [Electronic Button] [Spaceship, Resonant]
“Even more fun than we had wit’ Mister Tree. Or them hungry virtual kangaroos we dragged to your Perswayssick Civic Auditorium, right before your big concert—y’know, for kicks. Or even the time we tested an earlier version of this program an’ knocked that old car of yours offa the Perswayssick Bridge. Y’know, the first time ya ended up here in Perswayssick?”
“No,” I pleaded, acid pouring into my belly as I looked at the screen, “not my—”
 Before the Markman could maximize my planet, Gneeecey took a leap and stomped on the alien’s fringed designer loafers, with all his might. SFX: [FistFight] “All this time, youse been helpin’ evil, stinkin’ Mister Tree?!”
Mark grabbed Gneeecey and smashed him against the wall. SFX: [HumanBodyFall] The good diroctor, unaware that he’d just accidentally saved my entire planet from total destruction, slid to the floor, furry legs wrapped around his noggin.
“Time to make a new file,” proclaimed the Markman. Fake-looking teeth clenched, he minimized my solar system SFX: [Electronic Button] [Spaceship, Resonant], opened another application SFX: [Electronic Button] [Magic Summons], and dragged a folder into the screen’s upper right corner. SFX: [Cartoon Slip]
Gneeecey watched through his knees, fascinated as Mark’s peeling fingers flew across the keyboard like amber lightning. SFX: [Electronic Button] [Computer Keyboard] [Spaceship, Resonant]  “How about we name this new file ‘Doomed’ ?” SFX: [Computer Keyboard] “That’ll be perfect.”
“Yeah,” agreed the rookie. “Perfect!”
“Now,” continued the senior Markman, rotating his mouse’s ring SFX: [Spaceship Resonant], “we wouldn’t want this new folder to feel empty an’ unwanted, would we?”
I gaped spellbound as my portfolio swam above the alien’s head and merged with its gradually materializing onscreen image. SFX: [Eerie Musical Logo] As the Markman stashed my case away in his folder SFX: [Cartoon Slip], my precious zippered navy jacket drifted right past my face. The very instant I reached for it, the coat coalesced seamlessly with its virtual image. SFX: [Eerie Musical Logo] Mark whisked it into the file he’d named “Doomed.” SFX: [Cartoon Slip]
I felt the blood rush from my head.
“Okay, Doc,” began the Markman, as he displayed a page on his screen filled with numbered cubes, “let’s play a game.”

“Okay. I love games!’

“Pick any number, from two to ten.”
Gneeecey’s head tilted. “Threeeee.”
“Three it is,” Mark agreed affably. Clicking twice SFX: [Electronic Button x 2], he snapped his fingers SFX: [Finger Snaps] and zapped Gneeecey off his feet, right past my face, and into the computer screen.  SFX: [Eerie Musical Logo] Another manipulation of the mouse shrank the good diroctor down to the size of a large housefly. SFX: [Spaceship, Resonant]
The senior Markman looked me up and down. “Shut ’cha mouth, ergzap—ya want planes to fly in?” Laughing, the Markman dragged a microscopic Gneeecey, kicking and screaming [Yaaaah! Halp!], into the folder labelled “Doomed,” SFX: [Electronic Button] then deposited the dossier and its condemned contents inside Cube Three. SFX: [Cartoon Slip] [Eerie Musical Logo] [Magic Spell]

We hope you enjoyed this week’s episode! We thank Marysol Rodriguez, Sal Solá, Sandi Solá, Marcellina Ramirez, Rick “El Molestoso” Rivera, Diane L., Brunie Cariño, Toni Aponte, and Aileen Bean for being generous supporting members through BuyMeACoffee.com. 

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Frank: It’s a Gneeecey thing! [SFX: Door Slam] ###