Pet Shop Campaign was getting to be a little long in the tooth. The video game was more than five years old at this point, and most augmented-reality-massively-multiplayer games died off in the first two. There was always something new to try that siphoned the public’s adrenaline drops. Continue reading
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Twitch Stream Story: She Exists, She Exists Not
Beth had only one reality at her disposal until that day. She thought she had many more, and she accessed them through her computer screen. She had enjoyed police procedural realities, sitcom realities, and realities that featured nothing but the creation of food that would only ever have one bite taken from it. Continue reading
Twitch Stream Story: Precious Stones
A crab boat mostly. That’s what they were. Year in year out, through cold rain and driving cold rain. They brought up the crabs with nets, with chains, with cages, with hooks and bait. The things would scrabble against the metal and wood relentlessly, for the waters they fished were so relentlessly rainy that the crabs thought they were still under water.
It was raining again that day, and each drop had a sharp snowflake inside. Botir was on deck, manning the chains. He was an old man, he’d lost track of just how old, but his hands were still mighty leather. A tentacled horror could try to pull one of their lines and steal their catch, but Botir would yank it up to the deck, harpoon it, and eat out its eyes so it stopped struggling. Continue reading
Twitch Stream Story: The Beetrayal of B’zz B’zozz
Bzzz bzzzzz b’zzz’zzzz B’zzzzz’
B’zoooo b’zzzz b’z’z b’ooo
Bzzz bzzzzz b’zzz’zzzz B’zzzzz’
B’zoooo b’zzzz b’z’z b’ooo
Z’booo z’zzzz zzzzz
It waz B’zz’z favorite hymn. It came from the eighteenth hex of the zcroll of wild. There were many zcrollz, written acrozz the hive’z generationz, their wizdom bazed on the honey the dronez brought back. The zcroll of the wild waz written by one Z’Boz Bz’zz: a beautiful bee with fur yellow like corn zilk and brown like the underbelly of a bear. B’zz knew what zhe looked like becauze her portrait waz carved in a hexagonal cell along the back wall of the zanctuary, where mozt of the hive now ztood. Continue reading
Twitch Stream Story: The Dawn of Fetch
The problems for Jetson started around the mid 1900s. He’d taken off like a shot straight out of the year 3500. God bless his owner for having such a hell of an arm. Jetson had bounded flawlessly through the debris of 3000, the socialist secret-less utopia of 2800, and even skipped across the surface of the oil-covered oceans of 2500.
The damn 1900s however, were full of people who had no idea what they were doing. They stumbled between philosophies and religions like they were hemming and hawing at a buffet. It was a century full of explosions both literal and figurative, and either of them could’ve distracted Jetson. The real problem with running through time was not getting distracted by the sad sights. Continue reading
Twitch Stream Story: Dear Ceri, Please do Tricks
There were only six modules left on the Neptune4 space station, currently orbiting Earth’s moon. Mankind hadn’t gotten much further than that, so their interests in space had branched out. There was one station run by genetically modified chimpanzees in order to test the limits of animal astronauts. That station, Bananabunch3, had been such an incredible success, despite one or two acts of ape cannibalism, that they’d branched out even further.
Bananabunch3 had been filled with hydroponic and botanical experiments, providing plenty of natural greenery to keep to keep the apestronauts healthy and sane. Neptune4 housed modified cetaceans, so it was full of perfectly balanced salt water and bobbing colorful toys. Continue reading
Twitch Stream Story: Lock up your Mind
If he opened the drawer the assault would be instantaneous. At least, he though it would. His office was quiet. The door was locked. He had the lights dimmed nearly to nothing. Most of his décor was black or dark green, so the drawer with the blue label stood out against everything else. He was seated behind his desk, hands nervously at his side. It was his only chance to gain some understanding. Without the totem around his neck, he had none to grasp at anymore. Continue reading
Twitch Stream Story: A Sketchy History
Their family had lived in Raccoon Dive for more than two hundred years. Wendy wondered how old the name was, given that it made their northeastern mountain town sound like the bottom layer of an especially moist dumpster. She didn’t hate living there, but all the tourists sure hated visiting.
You could see the signs of it everywhere. Only a handful of people in Raccoon Dive even littered, so if you saw a candy wrapper, chances were you could guess the first, middle, and last name of the culprit. They had so few local sports teams to compete against that they won half their games based on absences and forfeits. Wendy was in tenth grade, so the place where she saw the most signs of their insularity was her school’s library. Continue reading
Twitch Stream Story: The Maturation
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257 pebbles sat in the chamber of awakening at the time of awakening. At first there was nothing to disrupt the peace it had experienced for a thousand cycles. The last time anything happened, the pebbles had been placed. Chromium flakes and crystals lined the chamber’s dome ceiling. There was no light to make the flakes sparkle, but they would have; they were still wet with dew from the last time the waters came, far before the arrival of the pebbles. Continue reading
Twitch Stream Story: A Leak in the Crystal
Garret had encountered plenty of leaks in his life. He was barely out of his twenties, but the leaks were everywhere. Once, in school, some of the data over his grades had simply ‘leaked’ out of the computer system. He’d had to repeat a class over the error.
There was a camping trip when he was a teenager where he opened the cooler, which was his responsibility, and found the bag’s containing their caught fish and their picked berries had ruptured and mixed all their juices, most of which froze into a hideous slush. Continue reading
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