Introduction + Chester Lamkin story

I discovered that I have a lot of creative projects just lying around on my hard-drive and would like to make some kind of blog-thing to put them on. So here we go!
Here's an exerpt from one of my short stories about a scruffy metal-head/reluctant dimesnion-hopper named Cheser Lamkin and the adventures he get's up to...

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Let me tell you my story.

Once upon a time, on a casual night out with four very good friends, a dark cloud came over me. I was blacking out on the floor of a Night-club bathroom. The last thing I remember was the side of my face splashing in something that could have been bleach, piss or beer and smelt like all three. I remember turning my head and seeing a pair of legs marking their territory next to a white, porcelain drinking hole. I remember shrill voices shouting down at me. I remember vodka smelling hands slapping my face. I remember a bevy of fading shadows and arms rattling my head into violent agreement with whatever it was they were saying. I was slipping further and further away...

Then I woke up in the middle of the ocean.

I felt my body rocking. I heard the clap of water against laminated wood. Above me, sails fluttered in a tepid breeze. My mouth tasted and smelt like a small creature had been living in it. I was wearing an awful Hawaiian T-shirt which I remember burying in my closet 3 years ago. My Dad had bought it for me becuase he thought that the money he leant me was to spend on a holiday and not to buy drugs with.

I had no idea who's Yacht this was.

There were two recently used cigarettes in he cabin's ash-tray. I didn't smoke (not my kind of drug). Hiding in the captain quarters; parked under a wooden desk, was a chrome briefcase. It was sealed with no clear lock.

My initials were engraved on the top.

C.L.

It was navy blue half-light outside. There was no land around as far as I could see. I did, however, notice a twisting, gurgling wormhole in the ocean just within leaping distance of the bow.

This was all a little weird (at least by my measurement of 'weird' at the time). I was about to raid the captain's brandy supply and drink until I blacked out with the intention of hopefully waking up somewhere a little closer to home...

That was when I noticed the black shapes in the water.

I peered over the bow and caught sight of the moon being sliced on the waves. Suddenly, it was swallowed up completely and made way for a single black circle, a blob of tar, standing upright on the ocean surface. The shape grew. Larger and larger it became. Soon there were many shapes. Before long, the shapes had morphed into an army of glistening black shadows. Their trickling bodies hovered out of the water. The shapes were not un-like men. They had blind, lunging arms and winding weeds for clothes. They glistened in the glow of the moon. The three of them, each floating 3 inches above the water, glided over to the boat. Their gaping mouths groaned. Their arms thrashed. They reached out to me as if for friendship but they certainly weren't friendly...

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This encounter leads poor Chester into being kicked into another dimension: Ours! His dimension is exactly the same as ours in every way except for one difference: all of the famously dissapointing films in our universe were really good in his one. He rants about them in great detail while constantly evading a menacing pressence that has followed him between worlds.