Just before nightfall I decided to take a walk outside. The sky was low, enveloping any object in its reach. It formed a dull, purplish haze - like nothing I’d seen before. The streets were empty. Not a single soul was out. It was oddly peaceful - imagining I was the only one left.
David Eagleman, “Metamorphosis”
8.18 | the national | vaderlyle crybaby geeks
all the very best of us
string ourselves up for love
i’ll.. i’ll leave the room now…
sighs @ own self
Daily Drawing 03/16/14
Or, Who The Hell Is Corvo Attano And Why Can’t I See His Face?
I’ve written a lot about Corvo, both in fic and in meta, but I’ve never fully articulated why I like him or why I write him the way I do. Corvo’s a deeply frustrating character. He’s really hard to get a bead…
Romantically Apocalyptic background stories: Christophorus Pi Hatchenson
I downloaded the report into my mind and reviewed the video of the “coffee” flood.
A most obtuse terror plot unfolded before my eyes. The Unscannable pretended to bumble around, as if he had nothing to do with the entire thing as Cube 15 went to hell in a matter of minutes.
Pipes do not explode on their own. Mobile satellite super-weapon apps do not activate themselves.
The ion beam interrupted the video by shutting down the all the electronics. They found him, alive in the ruins, his DNA crawling with tachyons.
All you ever do is run away. Well, you can’t run away from a Dex. We are designed to never stop.