self destruction

  • Killing Zombies

    The headset goes dark before the world appears. For three seconds there is nothing. Then the floor vibrates beneath my boots. Rain. Cold, silver, artificial rain falling through a city that doesn’t exist. I can smell wet concrete. Nice touch. The abandoned street stretches ahead beneath broken neon signs. Cars sit crooked across intersections. A…

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  • Some people swear life happened to them. No. Sometimes life handed you a shovel and quietly stepped back to see what kind of person you really were. That is the part nobody wants to talk about. Because when somebody hands you a shovel, there are a thousand things you could build with it. You could…

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