Mary pleads that she doesn't want to watch TV tonight, so, please, tell her a story, Joseph. You agree and begin: "It started at 8:00AM..."
"Well, Mary, today you're my wife, and I'm Joseph," you explain. She says she's tired from work, but she sounds only mentally drained.
[MEDIA]
You get back to the house you woke up in just in time to have children you've never met come up and hug you. They call you father.
You find an abandoned house with a sign on the lawn saying, "Thomas. No Job. Transfer authorized." You knew this would happen.
As you walk away, you remember a name. "Thomas". Is that who you are? A sudden urge directs you to a part of town you never knew existed.
And so our story begins...
Like everyone else, you work at the factory. You wake up, get ready, work, go home. But not today. Today, you were late. A grave mistake.
You misdialed but the person knows your name. "I've been waiting for this call," they say, "And you don't know it yet, but so have you."
A reCAPTCHA asks you to transcribe some numbers, shows you a grainy picture of your current address.
A reCAPTCHA asks you to select every picture of a place where you might safely hide, but won't accept any of the options you've selected.
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We hope you're always moving toward your better self, and when you find them, that you don't do anything as violent as what you described.
You'll have to pry my trackball from my cold dead hands.
Rows of pikes, upon which several thousand computer mice have been impaled. This is trackball country.
Applicants at the state exam will be tested until they are broken. Whatever manages to emerge will carry a license to transact insurance.
Or Texas.
The "deep web" wasn't what I expected. Just a dark pit full of webs and deadly spiders. 0/10, would not visit again.
Welp, I did a no-where-near-my-two-terabytes-of-music mood playlist. Have at it, my friends. If there isn't at least four or five Silversun...
Boneschooling replaces homeschooling as the most efficient teaching method. Burn your textbooks, teach via the intricacies of spinal cords.
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