Marge

[A very cool unnamed person], better known online simply as Marge, was the picture of success. She was in her last semester of a computer science degree at [A college bigger and better than yours], and was set to graduate at the top of her class. She’d already completed an internship, and had a job lined up for after she graduated. All of that was in the past, though. In her last semester, she lost any and all motivation to carry on. 

It was all just so inane. Everything she’d studied for the past semester and a half, she either already knew, or saw it as an absolute waste of time. Nobody in her class seemed to work even half as hard as her, and not one of her professors had an ounce of respect for her. She made the easy decision, and simply stopped leaving her apartment. Sure, she’d run out of rent one day, but for once in her entire life she wanted to have some time for herself.

So she set out to rot. She knew it was bad for her, and that she was squandering all of her hard work, but that didn’t matter. 

That night, she slouched at her desk, and let the blue tinted light wash over her, as she blasted meaningless information and hot takes into her brain. It was just easier this way. She saw a post about someone hacking [Some fascist fuckwit]’s [Hellsite account] to challenge [Some neolib asshole] to a duel. She chuckled at the thought, and considered how hard it would be for her to pull something like that. She didn’t think it could possibly be that hard, but as she started to open up a new page, she felt her motivation slipping away from her. Thirty minutes later, she found herself at the bottom of her feed.

She debated going to bed, and leaned back, staring up at the ceiling. 

“Surely anything would be better than this…” She sighed, talking out loud to herself. “When’s the last time I spoke to another human in the meatspace, that wasn’t paid to bring me food?”

She thought for a moment, and it was probably when [Some fake that never cared about me anyways] came to check to make sure she wasn’t dead [Probably couldn’t pass without me]. After all, who would do all the assignments first if it wasn’t her.

As she thought this, she noticed a bright light from the corner of her eye. She let out a scream, as she felt electric current running through her body. Everything went… Green?

Marge found herself standing in the middle of a busy square, wearing street clothes. It was night, but there were still a lot of people around. This was a real city, with giant buildings towering as far as she could see. She looked around at the people, but as she did, they went out of focus. Her head went fuzzy, but she began to see through each of the people. Every one of them was performing a task. One was checking to see if a light was on, one was informing an air conditioner to turn on, and another was carrying a file.

Simultaneously, Marge felt a surge of information rushing through her. Countless numbers and strings of code entered and exited her brain in the span of a single second. She felt like the city she was seeing was not quite an illusion, but something closer to a construction of her mind. 

With a lurking feeling of dread, she looked to a large building in front of her. With a thought, the side was replaced with a text box with her blog’s username, ‘MargaretThatcherisinHell’, and avatar, depicting her username, at the top. She watched the words appear, as they entered her mind.

Oh shit I think I just got isekaied into the world wide web… 

With another thought, she posted it.

Instantaneously, a person appeared in front of her, holding a manila envelope, and took off running. Without a thought, she chased after him.

He didn’t appear to be particularly affected by her following him, and proceeded through a series of alleys, eventually taking a set of stairs down into a subway. Marge [Like a badass] followed him down, and watched as he stepped towards a train, pausing to let the exiting passengers off. Each of the exiting passengers also carried a file, and their contents flashed through her mind. More shitposts and hot takes. 

“Oh shit I actually got isekaied to the internet…” She muttered to herself, remarking that she could actually hear herself speak like usual.

Without time to think, she saw the man sprint onto the train, and hopped on [Again, like a badass] after him right before the doors closed. The cabin lurched, then began to pick up speed, eventually hitting what must’ve been hundreds of miles per hour. Out the window, she saw the ocean, as far as the eye could see. It was actually a little bit difficult to tell how fast they were going with no frame of reference, but it was faster than any train she’d ever been on.

On the horizon, another train appeared, identical to the train she was on. It grew closer and closer, until she eventually figured out it was headed directly towards her cabin. She had time to gasp and brace herself [Not like you would’ve done anything cooler], but nothing happened. She opened an eye, and saw that several people had appeared in the train car. This happened a few more times before they reached their destination, each time bringing new passengers, until the car was full.

In a few moments, the window’s scenery was suddenly replaced with that of a giant building. There was another train across from the platform, with a series of steel depositories lining it. Both the platform and the train seemed to go on as far as she could see, with repeating depositories along the way. 

All the passengers stepped out of the train, and formed a queue in front of the box. The guy that she followed here placed the envelope in the depository, and suddenly vanished. On the other side of the depository, hundreds of identical copies of him appeared on one spot, then ran at full speed in different directions. Each passenger on the train did the same. She was somehow actually inside of [Yes it’s that website, shut up].

This was unreal, but she didn’t have time to marvel. She didn’t particularly want to get lost. If she understood this correctly, this was her post going to her followers. If she was right, she could find a mutual, and find her way back to what must’ve been her computer.

Then a thought occurred to her. If she was somehow in the internet, then it didn’t particularly matter if she found her way back. She could discern the mission of everyone here, so she could find her way anywhere. 

“Maybe this was the motivation I needed.” She said with a smile.

[Fixed your post! Too many personal details ahaha,,, ❤ Marge]


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Afflictions: Part Seventeen

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Arte and Ashley sat in their car, trying to keep up a light conversation, while also secretly watching Webb’s car. Arte had placed two trackers on his car, one relatively in the open, and one very well hidden. Her trackers, a new feature of her amulet, should be invisible to the naked eye, but she wasn’t sure exactly what this guy had going on, so she decided to go with two.

Soon enough, Mr. Webb went towards his car, with a frown and a general glare under his glasses. Arte couldn’t tell, but he seemed to hesitate a moment on the way to his car, but whatever it was didn’t seem to faze him for long. He got into his car, and started it up. She was a little worried he noticed the tracker, but he seemed to leave it be, so it was doubtful.

They gave him a minute to get ahead of them, before pulling out after him. On their way out of the parking lot, Arte noticed a man standing in the security guard’s station. She thought it was a little late for him to still be there, but she had enough going on in her head right now. She was keeping up a mental map of each turn Webb made, mapping those turns onto her phone, and relaying them to Ashley as she drove.

He made a series of turns that Arte could barely keep up with, but if she was right, he parked outside of… a grocery store?

She relayed directions to Ashley, and soon enough they were in a grocery store parking lot. Arte felt the tracker nearby, and spotted his burgundy Camry. He didn’t seem to be in it, so they pulled into a spot as far away from him as they could, while still being with the bulk of the cars.

“So I guess he’s getting groceries?” Ashley said, looking out the window across the parking lot.

“Evidently.” Arte nodded. “He may have noticed the tracker and decided to go somewhere innocent looking.”

“I feel like it’s more plausible that he is just getting groceries.” Ashley shrugged. “Your trackers are invisible right?”

“They should be, but if he’s actually associated with this, then who knows what kind of powers he could have.” Arte sighed. They didn’t really have all that much info on him, except that he was acting weird. “I’ve been noticing a lot of irregularities around the school, so I think we’re dealing with some kind of super here.”

A few silent minutes of worrying pass, and eventually Webb came out with a few grocery bags. He spends a few seconds positioning them in his passenger seat, before getting back into his car, and pulling out of the parking lot.

They tailed him again in the same manner, leaving a minute or so after him, with Arte navigating. He seemed to be going on a string of mundane errands. First he went to the comic shop, and came out with a bag, then he went to the hardware store and came out with something else.

“Are you sure he’s up to something? I think he’s just going on errands.” Ashley sighed. “We’ve been following him for like an hour now.”

“I want to at least work out everywhere this guy regularly goes. He’s our only suspect really, so I think we should look into him.” She hoped he would wrap it up soon, since it seemed Ashley was losing patience some. “Besides, you get to spend time driving around with me. I’d call that a nice thing.”

Ashley rolled her eyes. “Obviously that’s a nice thing, but I’d still rather hang out at home, and not tail a potential suspect. Not to mention I’m really starting to question how suspicious he looks.

Arte sensed him coming to a stop again and began to try to pinpoint where. “How many errands is he going on…” She muttered as she manipulated the map. Something was strange about his stop this time. There weren’t any major shops around, and if she was correct, he was pulling into some warehouse. She did some cursory googling, and found that this used to be a shipping warehouse, but closed down a few years ago. It’s currently abandoned.

“I think we have him now.” Arte’s heart began to race. She couldn’t think of a single mundane reason to be pulling into an abandoned warehouse. They needed to be on their guard now.

She directed Arte to the parking lot of a neighboring building a bit away, so their car wouldn’t be visible. His car still hadn’t moved, so she figured he had settled in there. They got out of the car, and started going, when Arte stopped.

The DSR had given them protective gear to wear under their clothes, so Arte wasn’t worried about that, but she did want to make sure Ashley could defend herself if things went downhill. “Ash, did you grab your pistol? We don’t know what this guy has up his sleeve.”

“Yeah, I pulled it out of the car safe.” Ashley nodded and fell in behind her.

They made their way around buildings to the back of the warehouse. The pair surveilled through the exterior windows, but couldn’t see anything of note inside. His car was here, and one of the doors was open with footprints leading up to it, so he was definitely inside, they just didn’t know where.

“Alright,” Arte whispered, “I’m gonna go in first with a wall up. You keep your hand on the gun, and keep close behind me.”

Ashley nodded, and Arte summoned a translucent plane in front of herself. Nearly silent, they went in through a door that was unlocked on the opposite side of the building as where Webb went in. Inside, shelves with decaying boxes lined the warehouse floor. It looked like they came into the biggest area of the place.

They began to clear rows, with Arte swinging out the translucent wall before they looked in. They repeated this for a few rows, not finding anything.

Arte was beginning to get antsy.

She repeated the maneuver, swinging the shield out in front of her before moving, and found Webb standing with a gun pointed right at her. She readied a laser, gestured for Ashley to freeze, and locked eyes with him.

“How confident in your shield are you?” The man asked flatly.

Arte swore. It was a trap.


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Afflictions: Part Sixteen

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Arte sighed with relief as the bell tolled, and students filed out of their classroom. Another long day was done. They had thorough enough lesson plans provided, but it was still exhausting to actually do. She was definitely glad she decided to roll Ashley into this. It didn’t seem to be dangerous thusfar, and it was a huge help to have her here. She wasn’t sure that she could get this job done without her.

“So, I know we talked about this earlier, but…” Ashley started. “I think it’s best if we split up to do interviews today. We’ve got our suspect, and we need to cover more ground.”

“No way.” Arte replied flatly. “I don’t see any benefit that offsets the potential risks. You’ve gotta remember that we’re investigating a disappearance, and you don’t have that much more fighting power than Jessica did. We need to go together to be safe.”

Ashley sighed. “Fine, I guess if I can’t talk you out of it, spending time with you isn’t the worst thing, even if it’s inefficient.”

“Now we’re talking.” Arte chuckled. “Let’s get on to Dr. Flores first.”

Arte and Ashley made their way down the halls, and into the office. It wasn’t too long after dismissal, so there were still plenty of students milling around. They nodded at the receptionist as they walked past, and found their way to the principal’s office. Arte lightly knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Dr. Flores answered. He sat at his desk, and closed his laptop. “What can I do for you two?” He gestured for them to shut the door behind them.

“We wanted to ask you about Mr. Webb.” Arte replied. “We looked into a few of Zoey’s teachers, and we think he’s the most suspicious. I think he might suspect us of being up to something too.”

“Ah.” Dr. Flores nodded and sighed. “I can’t say I’m surprised you ask about him. He’s certainly one of the top suspects, to me at least.

“I hired him about ten years ago, pretty early into my tenure here as principal. He was a smart man, and while it could be difficult to tell at times, cared deeply about his students. A couple of years ago, though, he had a little bit of a personality shift. He got here at 8 and left at 4, and he started being a little twitchy.” He looked off to the side. “I want to believe that he has nothing to do with this, but something has been going on with him for the past couple of years, and this year it’s only gotten worse. It ramped up after Jessica’s disappearance. While I want to believe he’s just concerned, I can’t help but be suspicious. It pains me to say this, because I could never believe he’d hurt anyone, but I think you are right to hold him as your prime suspect.”

“Did he have an alibi for the night that Jessica went missing?” Arte asked. She knew the police did an investigation, but it didn’t bring too much up and the DSR took over. The police were still present, to direct attention away from Arte and Ashley, but the DSR was doing the primary investigation.

“Not particularly.” Dr. Flores shook his head. “He was at home alone, and nobody can verify his story.”

“We’ll look a bit more into him. It might still be a misunderstanding.” Ashley replied, in her usual soothing tone of voice.

Dr. Flores smiled. “Good luck with your investigation. I hope everything comes to light.”

The pair made their way back towards the classroom to regroup. As they were walking, Arte’s vision went a little blurry. She saw something in front of her, and then she fell onto the ground. Ashley reached out and softened the fall.

“Are you alright?” Ashley asked.

Arte was about to answer, but saw someone running up. “You alright? Tripped over nothing there.” Wentz asked.

Arte felt like that wasn’t true, there was something there, but she couldn’t make out what. She began to question herself, but thought it best to just drop it for the moment. Wentz was the other person she wanted to talk to. “Yeah, I’m fine. Tripped over my own feet. Thanks.”

“Glad you’re alright. Going somewhere?” He asked, reaching out a hand to help her up.

Arte got to her feet. “We were just on our way back to our room, but we were actually about to be looking for you.”

“Oh?” He raised his brow. “Well, it appears you’ve found me. My room’s right over here, why don’t we talk there.”

He led the pair over to his room. Inside, the lights were dimmed, and the walls were lined with bookshelves. All of the desks were arranged together to make larger tables.

“Let me take a guess.” He put his hand to his chin to mime deep thought. “You want to talk more about the missing girl? Can’t blame you. I’m glad you two came in. Mr. Ashe was never all that into gossip.”

Arte laughed as convincingly as she could. “I guess you pegged us. I was asking around about that Webb guy, and nobody seems to know what his deal is. They say he started acting more suspicious when the girl disappeared though.”

“He’s something of an interesting figure.” Wentz nodded. “He used to be this vaguely awkward normal guy, but then a couple of years ago, he just shut down anyone talking to him. I think that started about three school years ago. He’s acted weird ever since. Earlier this year, I heard him shouting at someone, as I walked by, and looked in to check on him, but there was nobody there. Another time, I tried to talk to him about the girl’s disappearance, and he got twitchy and nearly ran away. I was just talking about how we both got interviewed by detectives, and how thankful I was that I had a good alibi for that night. I was having a dinner with my wife, then we saw a show. We took a bunch of pictures, so the officers seemed satisfied.”

“Weird…” Arte nodded.

“Isn’t it?” He replied. “I don’t know how he hasn’t been arrested, or at least fired, to be honest. I can’t imagine he has a good alibi. He seems to get out of here pretty quick every day. It does make you wonder where he’s going.”

“Something’s fishy…” Arte muttered. Something had to be going on with Mr. Webb. That would be a good place to focus their investigation for now. She was a little wary of how chatty Mr. Wentz was, but if he had a good alibi, he was low priority right now.


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Afflictions: Part Fifteen

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The crowd roared, and the sound system blared, “Home run!”

Zoey jumped to her feet and cheered, along with both Jude and her dad. It was the sixth inning, and the Braves were already up 4 runs over the Royals, and that home run gave them 2 more. It had been a while since Zoey had been to a baseball game, and she loved it. The snacks, the crowd, and the excitement were some of her favorite things. Her dad had said that his boss had won some tickets from a radio show, but couldn’t go, so he asked if he could have them.

She looked over at Jude, and noticed that he seemed to be having a good time. It seemed like he’d run into a lot of trouble during all of their other stops, so she was glad he finally seemed to be having a good time.

She looked over at her dad, who she already knew would be having a good time. He noticed and turned to her with a smile. She leaned over and gave him a hug.

“We’re doing good, huh?” He shouted over the noise of the game.

“Yeah!” Zoey shouted back.

Her mind turned to back home, and she wondered if Jessica liked baseball. If she did, maybe they could go to a game some time. It had caught her a little off guard when she started being nice to her, but she turned out to be really cool. Zoey’s heart sank, as she remembered she’d forgotten to tell Jessica about her trip. After all, she was going to be gone for like three weeks, even if one of those weeks was a break. Hopefully she wouldn’t worry too much. She’d try to text her later, since her phone was dead right now.

Her attention was called back to the game, as the other half of the stadium began to boo. She looked around and saw who was going up to the plate.

“Why are they booing that guy so loudly?” Jude asked

“Oh, that’s Julian Arias. He’s the first super in the MLB with a power relevant to the sport.”

“Oh that’s right. I think I’ve heard of him…” Jude thought for a moment. “He was really controversial right?”

“Yeah. He can throw and hit really hard, but the MLB said he was allowed to play if he stayed within normal human limits. Atlanta really loves supers, but I don’t think it would fly in some other places.”

The conversation came to a pause as Arias reached the plate. The booing of the Royals fans kicked into high gear, as the pitcher wound up. Arias swung, but it was a strike. The pitcher wound up again, and threw a curveball, but this time Arias made contact and sent the ball flying towards the outfield. He’d already made it to second base by the time the ball made it back to the pitcher.

“Wow, so he’s just holding back?” Jude asked.

“Yup.” Zoey nodded. “I heard that he could hit it out of the park every single time if he wanted to, but he doesn’t.”

“Wow, maybe I should turn to professional sports.” Jude laughed.

“Oh yeah! My dad and I could totally coach you! You’d be great!”

“I think I’ll stick with the superhero gig for now, but I’ll let you know if I change my mind.”

Zoey laughed, and looked back down at the game. Jude and the others did seem to be pretty happy lately. Ever since Josh got put in charge, things seemed to be going well. She wasn’t doing too bad either, she was just tired a lot. She hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep lately, even on the trip, outside of sometimes on the car rides. She was a little worried she’d wake someone up, so it was just better to try to stay up.

Her attention was pulled back to the game by what appeared to be a commotion on the field. Someone was storming the field holding some kind of poster. She looked up at the jumbotron, and saw that it read ‘No Supers in Kansas’. He looked like he was running for Arias, but he was tackled by a couple of players, one Royals and one Braves. Everyone on the Braves side of the stadium and most of the Royals fans began to boo the guy that charged the field, as he was escorted off.

Zoey sighed. Things were pretty good in Atlanta, but she was wondering if things were like this everywhere else. It wasn’t like supers asked for this, or like most of them were hurting anyone. There were even super celebrities.

She felt a hand on her back, and saw her dad looking over at her. He smiled like he always would when he was worried about her.

She didn’t want to ruin the game, since she’d been having a good time up until this anyways, even if she was a little tired. She smiled back at him like she always did when she didn’t want him to worry about her. She gets to be a super after all, and that’s something most people dream about. She had friends now. She had a loving dad. Above all she was on vacation, and wasn’t about to drag down anyone else’s mood or her own.

“I’m gonna go get some snacks, do you want anything?” Jude asked as he got to his feet. He didn’t seem to be bothered by the guy who stormed the field at all.

“Can you get me a hot dog?” Her dad passed Jude his wallet around her.

“Me too!” Zoey smiled.

“Alrighty, two hot dogs on the way.” Jude smiled as he put the wallet in his pocket.


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Afflictions: Part Fourteen

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Bottles clinked together, as Jude switched which hand he carried a paper bag in. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed. He’d honestly be pretty happy to get out of St. Louis. Between the sun and the air pollution, he was feeling pretty bad, but Zoey was excited so he couldn’t bring himself to bail. He just had to tough it out. He’d already stopped by Ashen Brews for Arte, so all that was left was the gateway arch, and then he could go sleep.

“Didn’t know Arte was into fancy beers.” Guillermo held out his hand, offering to take the bag, and Jude obliged.

“Yeah, now that I think about it, she talked a little about it before, but I guess she just hasn’t had the budget for it until lately.” Jude thought for a moment. Things had actually been good lately. They’ve had time and money for hobbies, and nobody was really fighting. Paul had been acting off, but it had really become a given that somebody is always acting a little off. Jude had asked if there was anything Paul wanted, but he said he had everything he needed. He’d asked Arte to keep an eye on him, so he’d probably be fine.

“I try to stay away from the stuff, really. Every now and then I’ll indulge, but I don’t have good taste anyways, so the cheap stuff does fine for me.”

“I think I’m the same way, more or less.” Jude nodded.

“Hey, look at that!” Zoey got their attention, and pointed off at a building.

On the side of what looked like an apartment complex, someone had spray painted a giant red smiling face with horns. It had to be at least 20 feet tall. Jude was actually a little impressed. Not for its quality, it was pretty simple, but since it was so tall, that meant that either someone brought out a ladder to paint this, or a super did it.

“Wow, wonder how they pulled that off.” Guillermo nodded.

They walked a few blocks more, and were finally at the gateway arch. Hundreds of people milled around, and slowly moved towards the entrance. The arch itself towered over everything, and was more impressive than Jude had thought it would be.

“Its huge!” Zoey exclaimed, running forwards. Jude caught a glimpse of her massive smile and laughed a little.

“No kidding.” Jude nodded.

They made their way towards the entrance, and filed into the queue. After about ten minutes, they finally reached the security checkpoint. Jude looked down the list of things you weren’t allowed to bring in. Firearms, knives over four inches, alcoholic beverages, and a sign he didn’t recognize. He knew one of them would have to wait outside with Arte’s drinks, but he looked closer and saw that it said ‘No Supers Allowed’. He looked up at the woman running the checkpoint in disbelief.

“How is that legal?” He pointed at the sign.

“Sorry, sir. Those are the rules.” She looked a little worried.

“You’re blocking people out on something they can’t control!” His anger boiled over, and his eyes flashed white.

“Supers are considered to be always armed by the state of Missouri.” She reached her hand under her desk.

Jude could see where this was going. He took a deep breath, sighed, and turned to Guillermo. “You guys go in. I’ll wait outside. One of us would’ve had to wait with the drinks anyways.” He reached out his hand for the bag.

“But-” Zoey started.

“No honey, he’s right. One of us would’ve had to wait with the drinks anyways.” He handed Jude the drinks, and ushered Zoey forwards.

Guillermo placed the contents of his pockets in a basket, and stepped forwards through the x-ray scanner. It was marked with the logo of ‘Syngenuity’. Once he passed through, the woman waited a moment, then slid him the basket of his things. He filled his pockets, and Zoey stepped forwards. She placed her bag in the basket, and stepped through the detector. It began to beep loudly, as she passed through to the other side.

“Sorry ma’am, you’ll have to wait outside.” The woman said, reaching under the desk again.

“C’mon, she’s just a kid!” Guillermo looked off to the side, and noticed the security personelle approaching. He sighed, grabbed Zoey’s bag, and went back out of the entrance.

Jude was considerably more pissed off than he’d been since he got into that fight with Mr. Smith. He started to say something, but saw Zoey’s crushed expression. He took a deep breath and sighed. Angry Jude was not going to help anything here, and would most definitely make things worse.

“Sorry, kiddo.” Guillermo rubbed her shoulder.

“That’s a stupid law…” Zoey sat down in the grass, and looked up at the arch.

Jude thought for a moment. “Hey, so I know you wanted to go up into the arch, but how would you feel about just getting a good look at the city from up near it?”

“What do you mean?” She looked over to him.

“Well, I can fly.” It was probably a little risky, but if he went up and didn’t spend too long up there, he figured nobody would call the cops or anything. They might need to make a prompt exit after that, but he doubted anything too bad would happen.

“Can we?” Her disappointment immediately turned back into excitement, as she looked towards her dad.

“Well, if Jude can safely carry you, then I don’t see why not. Give me your bags.” He held out his hands, took their bags, and sat down.

Jude held out his arms, and picked Zoey up. It was a little uncomfortable, but he couldn’t really let Zoey not do the one thing she asked to do on the way, if he could help it. He gently lifted off, and rose up into the sky. He looked around, and it didn’t look like anyone on the ground was panicking, so that was a good sign. After about half a minute of slow ascent, he was at about the same height as the arch. The city really was impressive, but he definitely preferred Atlanta. He looked out at all of the roads, the buildings, the boats on the river, and the park surrounding the arch.

“Wow!” Zoey looked down over his shoulder.

“Pretty impressive.” Jude smiled. He still preferred Atlanta, but he was happy to make Zoey happy.


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Afflictions: Part Thirteen

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Jude stood outside of a large brick building, his heart racing, and looked up at the sign. It was a traffic light, on green, with the words ‘Green Light Comics’ in large white letters next to it. He had scoured the internet and knew for certain, that inside this store lay a hidden treasure of immense value. Issue number 13 of the Vanguard. He had, over 10 years of collecting comics, acquired 18 of the 20 issues of the Vanguard, one of his favorite comic series. It is so rare, not because of its popularity, in fact it is for the opposite reason, it’s obscurity. Green Light Comics specialized in indie titles, and thusly had come across one of the two issues he needed.

“Jude, are we gonna go inside, or just stare at the sign?” Zoey nudged him.

“Sorry.” Jude smiled. “Let’s go.”

Zoey nodded and followed him into the building. Inside, Jude saw a horde of people milling about hundreds of shelves. The store was actually not that popular before the green light hit, but once the name association took off, and supers became real, comics took off again.

He analyzed the shelves, and saw that the shelves were organized by publisher. The front of the store was largely dedicated to the biggest publishers, since that was what most people came here for. He began to make his way into the store, when out of the corner of his eye he spotted something. He glanced back to where Zoey was, and sure enough, she had noticed it before him.

“Jude, is that a cardboard cutout of you? That’s so cool!” She made her way into a throng of people, and went towards it.

Jude groaned and fell in behind her.

They steadily approached, and, sure enough, there stood a life-sized cardboard cutout of himself. He knew that the DSR had licensed a comic series for some of their more well known supers, but it looked like his was really popular. They eventually reached the front of the crowd, and Zoey had gotten her hands on a couple of issues, so Jude began to shuffle them out of the throng of people. He found himself shoulder to shoulder with his cardboard cutout, when he realized just how terrible of an idea it was to enter this particular crowd.

“Whoa, that guy looks just like Dayspring!” A voice called out of the crowd.

“No way, that is Dayspring!” Another voice shouted, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Jude sighed, and forced a smile. “Yup, that’s me.”

The next thirty minutes were the longest that Jude had ever experienced. He was mobbed by at least two hundred people for selfies, autographs, and handshakes, and he ended up obliging every one of them. He received three different business cards from people offering to sponsor him, and one person showed off their Dayspring tattoo. Two people showed off their superpowers to him, asking to join his team. To each of them he gave one of the business cards Josh had asked him to keep in his wallet. One of them had the ability to slowly make small metal objects, and the other claimed to be able to see for miles.

Eventually, an older man pushed his way through the crowd, and caught Jude’s attention.

“Mr. Dayspring! I’m so pleased you’ve come to my store, I’m Mr. Liefeld.” He shook his hand.

“Hello! I’ve actually come here looking for a particular comic.” Jude shouted over the crowd.

“Let us go upstairs, where we can discuss more quietly!” Mr. Liefeld led Jude out of a now disappointed crowd, through a door, and up into a room filled with shelves of boxes of comics. It was silent, except for what little noise seeped in from downstairs. “What were you looking for?”

“I heard you had issue 13 of the Vanguard, is that true?”

The man thought for a moment, then went into the back of the room. After a moment, he returned with a single comic in a sleeve, and handed it off to Jude. “Here you are! I see you are quite into comics! This came out in the 90’s, and wasn’t exactly popular.”

“I’ve collected them for a while.” He smiled as he looked down at his prize. “Now, I think the listing price was-”

“Oh, I can’t take payment from you! Do you have any idea how much you’ve boosted my sales? I started this place as a retirement project with the intent of losing money, but you and The Siren are some of my greatest sellers!”

“Are you sure?” Jude was surprised to be lumped in with The Siren. He was a super that actually operated in Nashville, and had built up quite a following. Jude wasn’t a fan personally, but he was aware of the success of the series.

“I insist. Now, I would like to ask a favor. Would you be willing to take a photo with me?”

Jude smiled. “Sure thing.”


Zoey sat on a bench, about a block away from Green Light, and stuffed the comic she’d just finished back into its sleeve. She looked down at her phone, and saw Jude hadn’t texted her anything else after he told her to get out of the store before she got recognized.

“Sorry about that.”

Zoey looked up, and saw Jude standing beside the bench. “It’s fine. I didn’t know you had your own comic.”

“Yeah, I don’t really keep up with it.” He answered, as he sat next to her.

“I grabbed a couple of issues before I left. Was Electrified really planning a takedown of the city’s power grid?” She handed him the issues.

Jude rolled his eyes. “Not even close. He was just a guy. Stuff like that is why I don’t read my own comic. Real people don’t make for well formatted comic arcs.”

“Oh…” Zoey looked down. She hadn’t meant to touch on a sensitive spot.

“Anyways…” Jude looked around. “I’ve made my stop, and your dad is waiting for us at the hotel, so why don’t we grab something to eat, and make our way back?”

“Sure.” Zoey grabbed her bag.

“Oh, wait…” Jude reached into his bag. “I got a few first issues I thought you might like.” He handed her a stack of ten or so comics.

“Wow, thanks!” Zoey thumbed through them. Most of them she didn’t recognize, but there were a few she did: ‘The Siren’, ‘Heavy Hitter’, and ‘Batman’. She put them in her bag with the other few she got, and followed after Jude.


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Afflictions: Part Twelve

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Jude sat in the passenger seat of Guillermo’s pickup, and watched the alternating fields and trees pass by. The even rumble of the car pushed him closer to nodding off. Everyone had talked a little at the start, but they’d been driving for a couple of hours, so the conversation died off. The radio was playing music earlier, but now it was just quite static.

Jude noticed a sort of dirt road breaking off of the interstate into a field. Off in the distance, he saw it led to a large white tent. That was easily the most interesting thing he’d seen in the last half hour, so he considered it for a moment. It was probably some kind of surveyors or something along those lines.

The radio began to switch from static to a man speaking. It was incomprehensible for a minute, but eventually it became clear enough.

“…And that’s the crux of my argument, Frank. I’m just not sure why we seem to be ignoring this. It clearly lines up with the scriptures of Revelations, the green light, the green horse of death. These supers are the fourth horseman, and we seem to just be welcoming death into our midst. You know what comes after the fourth horseman? The antichrist, and judgement day.”

“So, what’s the answer then, reverend? What do we do?” Another man spoke.

“Well, it’s a hard question to answer, Frank. I think we both know the answer, though. I’m not saying we should round them up or anything, but maybe some kind of monitoring. We’re talking about a quarter of life on earth, here. The DSR just isn’t enough. We need-”

Guillermo shut off the radio, and gave a halfhearted laugh. “I think that’s enough of that.”

Jude nodded, and glanced back at Zoey. She was looking out the window, and seemed a little glum. He was used to this kind of thing by now, but he figured it had to be hard on a kid like her. “Well, I’m really grateful you guys don’t mind me tagging along.”

“We’re really glad to have you, Jude.” Guillermo smiled.

“I’m not sure why Paul seemed so insistent on me going, but it’ll probably be good to get away from things. I haven’t had a vacation in forever.”

“We don’t go too often, but dad’s road trips are the best.” Zoey smiled. “I think a road trip is the best kind of vacation. Everybody gets to do something they’re excited about.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been on anything I could call a road trip before, so you’ll have to show me the ropes.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll go easy on you.” Guillermo laughed.

“I wish Arte could’ve come too…” Zoey sighed.

“Well, Paul seemed pretty insistent that everybody else should remain home, so I hope I’ll be good enough.” Jude laughed.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” Zoey hurriedly replied, before sighing, “Jeez, quit messing with me.”

“Sorry,” Jude laughed. “So, Zoey. What are you most excited about? St. Louis?”

“Hmm.” Zoey thought for a moment. “I don’t know really. I think I’m happy just to spend time with you guys.”

“Aww, how-”

“No, actually hold on.” Zoey interrupted. “Dad, you said your friend has horses right?”

“He’s got a whole farm, horses included.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty hyped to ride a horse.” Zoey smiled.

Jude laughed. “So how do you know this guy again?”

“Well, he was my boss when we were younger. He managed a small store. He sent me a letter a couple of months ago inviting me, my family, and any friends I like to stay a week at his farm. He wanted to catch up.” Guillermo replied, glancing briefly at Jude, then back at the road. “He was a good friend. He helped me stay on the right path.”

“Sounds interesting. I don’t think I’ve every stayed on a farm before.” Jude thought for a moment. He never really left Gainesville, except for the one time his mom took him to Disney World. That’s the only vacation he’s ever been on.

“I don’t think I have either.” Guillermo replied. “I’ve mostly stayed in Atlanta, except on the few road trips I take with Zoey. We followed the Braves around for a week one time.”

“I think Jessica said he has family who owns land somewhere in North Georgia…” Zoey looked back out the window.

“Oh? Jessica, huh?” Guillermo thought for a moment. “I don’t think you’ve mentioned her before. Who’s that?”

“Just a friend…” Zoey didn’t turn from the window.

“Glad to hear you’re making new friends.” He smiled, but Jude thought he looked a little worried.

Zoey had been acting a little sluggish since that whole thing happened in California. She’d gone on a couple of missions since then, and they both went well, but she just seemed to be tired. He hoped he wasn’t pushing her too hard. He figured a vacation should definitely help. Absolutely free of worries about school and being a super, she can just be a kid. Arte had said to make sure she gets the break she needs, and he intended to do that.

It seemed the DSR was planning for his role to be mostly keeping up the public image of supers. He did a lot of public appearances, and speeches at schools and things. He did still do missions every now and then, but he’d only done three, and he had the entire team with him, which felt like overkill for the kinds of missions he got. One had been a robbery, and felt more like a PR stunt than a mission.

Regardless, he was on vacation now. He intended to relax and not do any work. Of course if something happened, he’d help, but he didn’t really think anything would. It didn’t feel like too much of anything happened these days.


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Afflictions: Part Eleven

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Paul sat alone in his room again. He’d just eaten an entire pack of saltine crackers, and he felt revitalized. Sure it had been two days since he’d slept now, but he had more important things to do. He had to keep his eyes open though, or else he’d fall asleep and waste time. For now he had even more mysteries to unfurl. Jessica had gone missing, and Vanessa was talking to Mr. Smith. It was best to avoid looking into Mr. Smith’s side of things too much, since he already knew plenty, and Felix could see him back.

A missing child was insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but perhaps if he could use his vision to end this early, something would change. The girl was significant to Zoey, after all. He’d have to manage it without help if he could, but he was sure he could manage. He cackled a little bit, and then cackled a lot at the fact that he had descended completely into madness.

“Very good.” He cut himself off, and slapped his cheeks to wake himself up.

He stared blankly forward into nothingness, and felt the world lurch around him. He concentrated on the missing girl. He needed to find her quickly. Perhaps he could guide her out himself if he found her.

He found himself standing outside in a corn field. It was night, but it wasn’t dark. In front of him was a large white tent surrounded by flood lights. The tent was patrolled by a few armed guards. He made his way inside of the tent.

Inside, a bunch of people in lab coats were running around, along with a few more armed guards. There were folding tables covered with various instruments, bottles, and papers. At the center of the tent was a man strapped down to an operating table. Scientists crowded around him, as he screamed out in agony. Paul noticed that he had several black tendrils emerging from his back, all of which were stretched out and pinned to the ground.

“Dammit! I don’t care about this! I’ve already seen this!” Paul shouted in frustration, and several people looked towards where he was standing. The world faded around him, and he was back to being blind.

Paul sighed and concentrated again. He didn’t need to see things he already knew about. He focused specifically on the concept of a female high schooler. It would be so much easier if he had something more than ‘Jessica, friend of Zoey’ to go off of. She wasn’t with Zoey right now, so that was useless.

The world lurched, and he found himself standing in the middle of a hallway. Lockers were around him, so presumably he was in a school. He questioned why he thought concentrating on the idea of a female high schooler would put him anywhere other than a school. Sure it was all he had to go on, but it was pretty much useless. Maybe ‘friend of Zoey’ would’ve been more helpful.

Paul began to pace around the hallway. He didn’t usually end up somewhere where nothing was happening, so he just had to find out what was going on. He supposed it might end up being useful in the end.

He heard some talking from a room with an open door. He peaked in and saw Zoey being talked to by some ginger guy with a cop buzzcut. She was looking dejectedly at the floor, and he kept going on.

“Zoey, you’re sleeping in everyone else’s class too. It’s not even just mine. How do you expect to learn anything if you aren’t willing to put in the time for your health? What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” She replied, not looking up.

The teacher looked at her for a moment and then sighed. “Well, I can’t help if you won’t tell me what’s going on. Let me know if you want to talk about it.”

Zoey nodded and started to exit the classroom.

“Really that’s it? God, I don’t care. Just show me Jessica, dammit!” Paul shouted in frustration and punched the wall. Naturally his fist just went through it.

“Hey, who was that?” Cop-cut shouted and started to move towards the hallway.

Paul groaned, and found himself back in his room. He began to contemplate just making a deal with the devil. He quickly dismissed the thought. He only had so much bargaining power, and he needed to save it for when he needed it. He leaned back, hit his head on the wall, and swore.

He was rubbing his head when he heard someone knocking on the door. He double checked to make sure he was wearing pants then replied. “Come in, what do you want?”

The door squeaked as it opened. “Are you okay? That was a loud bang.” It was Vanessa

“Yeah I’m fine.” Paul looked towards the door. “Is that it?” It was strange for her to just check in with him. Then again, if she heard it, she was probably in Anastasia’s room and just doing it for her.”

“Well, I also heard some cackling earlier, and…” She paused for a moment and stepped closer. “Wait, when’s the last time you slept?”

Paul considered the question for a moment. It was two days ago… He was pretty sure. He stopped himself from thinking about it. “Doesn’t matter.” He shrugged.

“When’s the last time you left your room?” She pressed on.

“I went out with Deven, like, yesterday.” He rolled his eyes. “Besides, you definitely don’t actually care, and it’s none of Anastasia’s business anyways.” It was best if he ended this quickly so he could get back to work.

Vanessa scoffed. “You are somehow even more of an asshole than when I first met you.” She began to storm out of the room, but turned back around. “And for your information, you went out with Deven three days ago.” She slammed the door behind her.

That was an interesting statement. Maybe he did fall asleep at some point. It wasn’t exactly like he enjoyed being an asshole either. He was just doing what was necessary. Either way, time was imaginary, so it was time to get back to business. He chugged a water bottle, stuffed a saltine cracker in his mouth, and started to concentrate. “I wonder what he’s up to…”


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Afflictions: Part Ten

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Deven walked with Paul riding on his back. He only cared about finding his way to the court, never back from it. He felt lighter today. Deven wondered if Paul was eating. He supposed it would be hard for Paul to eat. He had to think all the time to save the world, after all. Still, he thought maybe he should tell Arte that Paul wasn’t eating, since he usually listened to her.

Deven thought for a moment. He realized he did need to go to visit Jamal today, and they were pretty close to the subway. He figured Paul could use a break from saving the world anyways.

“Hey, Paul?”

“What’s up, Deven?” He sounded tired.

“Can we go somewhere else today?” He didn’t want to say where, since sometimes people said no if he told them where.

Paul was quiet for a moment, probably thinking. “Sure, where to?

”It’s a secret.”

“Fair enough. Lead the way.”

Deven smiled. Paul was really good with secrets. Paul had a lot of his own secrets, and then he even made some with him. He told Deven he wasn’t supposed to tell anyone about the basketball court. He also lied and told Vanessa that it was him who ripped Vanessa’s jacket, even though it was actually him. Deven thought it would stretch more that it did. Paul did break a lot of things, so it made sense as a lie.

Eventually Deven reached the subway, where he had to put Paul down. The ceilings were low, and he didn’t want to hurt him. Also the security people looked at him funny when he carried Paul last time. Not that he really cared, since people looked at him like that all the time, but he didn’t want to risk breaking a rule he didn’t know about. He really liked using the subway.

Deven found the map on the wall, and used his finger to trace it. Once he worked out which train he wanted, he stood by the platform and waited. They didn’t have to wait long, and they got on the train. Once they were on, a nice lady offered Paul her seat, and went off to the back of the train. Deven smiled. It was nice to see people being nice.

After about thirty minutes, they finally got to their stop. It was a short walk to the first place he needed to stop. He looked up at the sign to make sure he had the right place. It said something that sounded fancy that he couldn’t pronounce. He had the right place.

He walked into the flower shop, and a bell rang. He looked around, and saw there was one other person in the store, but it wasn’t the clerk. She looked a little scared.

“Deven!” A small lady came out from the back of the store. She looked around the shelf and smiled. “Oh, and a friend!”

“This is Paul.” Deven smiled. “Paul, this is Debbie.”

“Deven and I went to high school together.” She made her way over, shook Paul’s hand, and gave Deven a hug. She looked up to Deven. She looked sad now. “Today’s his birthday, isn’t it?”

“Yup.” Deven smiled. “So I need a few flowers.” He wasn’t sure why she looked sad, since birthdays were supposed to be happy. Then again, people usually get sad about people that aren’t here anymore. Jamal always said that people would get annoyed if every time you think of them you’re sad, so it’s best to remember them and be happy.

“I’ve already got something ready.” She smiled, and went to the back of the store again. She returned after a moment with a bundle of flowers. Deven studied them for a moment, and saw they were larkspurs and water lilies. That was perfect. He reached for his wallet, but Debbie stopped him. “Please, Deven. Consider it a birthday gift for him.”

Deven smiled and took the flowers. “Thanks. I’ll tell him.”

“Oh, Jeremiah said he hopes you’re doing well.” She smiled, and then turned to Paul. “Take care of him, will you?”

Paul smiled and nodded. He seemed to take notice when she said Jeremiah, but didn’t say anything about it. Deven wondered if he remembered who Jeremiah was.

“I’m gonna go. Thanks for the flowers.” Deven smiled and waved. He made a point to smile at the other woman in the store, who smiled back.

Deven picked Paul up on his back again, and made his way to the cemetery. It was only a short walk from the flower shop. Deven wondered if Debbie opened it here on purpose. That would be nice, to open up a flower shop where people need it most. He looked down at the bundle of flowers. He had trouble remembering exactly what they meant, but they were the birth month flowers for July, and he was pretty sure one of them meant dignity. That’s one thing Jamal always had. He made sure nobody ever looked down on him, and he made sure people did the same for him.

After a little bit, the reached the gate. Deven made his way through the graves, being careful not to touch any of them, and to stay on the paved path. He knew the way pretty well by now, so it wasn’t hard to get there. Eventually they reached a small piece of marble engraved with the following.

Jamal Davidson

1994-2018

Deven laid the flowers down in front of it. “Happy birthday, Jamal. Jeremiah and Debbie said happy birthday. The flowers were free, as a birthday present.”

Deven felt Paul’s hand on his shoulder, and looked up. He was crying.

“Sorry I couldn’t save him, Deven.” He shook his head. “I can’t seem to save anyone…”

Deven thought for a moment. “Well, I’m sad that he’s gone, but because of it, now I get to be friends with all of you guys. I’m also a good guy now.” He nodded. “Besides, Jamal wouldn’t want you to be sad about him anyways. He always said the dead would be annoyed if you only thought about them sad.”

Paul nodded and wiped away his tears. “Fair enough. Happy birthday, Jamal. Sorry we gave you such a shitty super name.”

Deven laughed. Jamal did hate being called Electrified.


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Afflictions: Part Nine

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Paul sat alone in his room. He could physically feel the exhaustion weighing on him, but this was far too important to let such a small detail as ‘not having slept in more than a day’ stop him. He’d finally had another good idea. The shoes were a bad idea. He could admit that now. It was highly improbable that changing such a detail as what shoes an insignificant person was wearing would change anything. He had to turn his mind to other things, since he figured he could only get away with destroying so much of their things, and he’d better save it for when it was important. He stumbled out of bed, and grabbed a hat and his cane from by his door. This was surely a winning idea. He’d need help though.

“Deven!” Paul shouted into the living room. “I need your help!”

There was a series of thumping noises, and eventually Deven replied. “Where to?”

Paul smiled, Deven knew the drill. “Same place. Don’t navigate for me this time though, I wanna get there myself. Just make sure I don’t get hit by a car or anything.”

“What’s all the racket?” Arte called from upstairs.

Paul considered replying for a moment, but decided against it. He couldn’t ruin his plans with unnecessary communication. His eye started twitching, so he paused a moment to rub it until it stopped. It had started doing that lately, but he figured he’d probably be fine. It’s not like he needed eyes anyways. They were only good for light and dark at this point anyways.

Paul went out the door, and made his way down the sidewalk, with Deven following closely behind him. That was something he loved about walking with Deven. He could always hear him. Some people walked too quietly, but not Deven. He knew what was up. Jude had left all of them in charge of taking care of Deven while he was gone, but Paul found himself doing most of the looking after. It did make sense, given that he didn’t do much of anything that Deven couldn’t come along with, and that he did actually have a lot of use for him.

There was a clinking noise, as Paul’s cane hit against a street sign. He nodded in response. That meant it was a left. He used to try to navigate by counting steps, but he couldn’t afford to devote that much constant energy to counting. Not to mention, he started to lose count if he tried. The basketball court was pretty far away, after all.

Paul walked for a while, and eventually felt the sidewalk getting a lot more uneven. He walked for about twenty more minutes, feeling around for the telltale bent fire hydrant. It was beginning to feel like he’d walked a little long, and finally he stopped.

He turned to face Deven. “How long ago did I pass the turn?”

He thought for a moment. “Probably about five minutes.”

“Was the fire hydrant still there?”

“Yeah, it was.”

Paul nodded in defeat. Next time he’d find his way there on his own. They backtracked for about five minutes, and eventually Paul felt the fire hydrant. Since they were coming from the opposite direction, that meant it was a right turn, and then they’d be on top of it. Paul ran his cane along the chainlink fence until he found the opening. It sounded like there were some kids playing basketball. Paul sighed, that would be an inconvenience.

“Guys it’s those weirdos again, let’s get out of here.” One of them groaned, and the basketball noises came to a halt. There were footsteps for a moment, but then everything went quiet except for passing cars.

“Alright, Deven. Describe the scene, so I know when we are.” Paul squatted down in the middle of the court.

“Blacktop basketball court. There’s only one goal, and it’s missing its net.” Deven paused for a moment, presumably to look around. “Theres a ball in one of the yards over there.”

“What color house?”

“It’s the tan one.” Deven paused for a moment. “It looks like it’s been there for a while.”

“What about the trash can, is it still there?”

“It’s got a pile of trash around it this time.”

“Shit.” Paul sighed. The pile of trash was there. At least the ball was by the tan house, and not by the brick one. “There’s not a big box anywhere is there?”

Deven looked around for a moment. “Nope, no box.”

Paul laughed in glee. There was no box, so he still had plenty of time. The trash was an insignificant detail. He already knew time was passing, but the box would’ve been very bad indeed.

With all of that out of the way, it was time to put his plan into action. “Deven, I want you to bend the goal.”

“Wouldn’t that ruin it? I think those kids like it straight.”

“It’s all for the cause, Deven. In the course of history, people must make sacrifices for the greater good.” Paul dropped to where he was sitting fully. “Now, please Deven.”

“If you say so.” There was a creaking noise, and Deven grunted. “Alright, I did it. Did it do anything?”

“Let’s find out.”

Paul closed his eyes, and placed his palms on the asphalt. He’d gotten quite used to summoning this particular vision, especially when he was actually here. He found himself looking out over the court on a cloudy day. Everyone was there, shouting at each other like usual. Zoey moved between Jude and Vanessa. Vanessa sidestepped, but Zoey moved with her. Zoey was dead.

Paul came back to the present, and slammed his fist on the pavement. All he’d done is make the day it finally happens look a little more dreary.

“No good?” Deven asked.

“No good.” Paul shook his head. Of course at this point he hadn’t really expected anything different, but it was still hard to watch the same thing happen over and over again. It looked like it was back to the drawing board.


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In other news, I’m sure you’ve noticed a new countdown feature on the sidebar (if you’re on the site and not wp reader). I have a new project, which will not interfere with Earth 2 of course, that is releasing June 4th. More details to come, but for now I am going to enjoy being foreboding. Please mark it on your calendars, and prepare yourself for something a little different.

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