Caslon Stork. Part One.Imagine, if you will, a man of middle age sitting alone on a park bench feeding pigeons stale bits of bread. A pretty cliche way to start a story, no? Now imagine the same middle age man, sitting on the same park bench, still feeding the same pigeons, but with enough C4 explosives under his sweater-vest to level the entire park and surrounding city scape. Caslon Stork has a god complex. You would think that with a name like Caslon Stork, he would have serious depressive issues, when in fact, this is not the case at all. he does not hate his family. Or humanity. Or his life. His father never beat him with a belt or a pillowcase full of bric