KIMBOVERSE CHRONICLES Volume Two: The Replacement Program Chapter Five: The Unannounced Audition Featuring Kimbo, the Costume Queen Some people receive confidential instructions and proceed with caution. Others immediately assume they’ve been selected for something extraordinary. Kimbo had never been particularly interested in caution. And when the fifth black envelope arrived, she was already mentally accepting an award. Kimbo’s Personal Account: A Star Is Being Promoted The

CHRONICLES | Vol 1, Chap 7 Kimbo: Costume Queen Archives - Entry 004 THE COSTUME QUEEN WOULD LIKE TO CLARIFY SOMETHING Apparently, there’s been an investigation. About a chair. MY chair. Well, technically, it belongs to the Kimboverse. But I’ve been using it for costume storage, which, in my opinion, establishes squatter’s rights. And I would like to know why everyone has been discussing my furniture without consulting its stylist. LET’S START AT THE BEGINNING Several weeks a

Chronicles | Vol 1, Chap 4 Kimbo: The Costume Queen Archives - Entry 003 The official investigation into the Kimboverse Suggestion Box was supposed to be over. The box had been confiscated. The unauthorized appointments had been revoked. And interpretive dance had been formally prohibited as a method of official communication. Unfortunately, nobody had informed Kimbo. Actually, someone had informed Kimbo. She simply disagreed. Kimbo had discovered a copy of the original propo

BATGIRL Apparently She Was Here Before Me Okay, this one has history. And technically, it isn’t even my history. Before there was a Kimbo, before anybody called me the Costume Queen, and before the Kimboverse was even a thing, Kimberly was doing lives from her living room. Then Brantley requested Batgirl. So naturally, she got a Batgirl costume. Honestly, I respect the commitment. She wore it, did the live, and eventually Batgirl went into the closet with all the other costum

Nobody really knows when the Costume Archives began. There was no grand opening. No ribbon cutting. No carefully organized closet. There was just a costume. Then another one. Then a wig that clearly needed its own outfit. One character turned into another, one song became an excuse to dress up, and somewhere along the way, the costumes stopped being something I wore and started becoming part of the story. Because that’s the thing about costumes: they let you step outside ordi