Forging a Face for the Apocalypse: Inside the SPORE Cover Process

Choosing a cover for a horror novel isn't a design meeting; it's a knife fight in the dark. For my book, 'Everyone Dies At The End: Spore,' we've waded through a nightmare of visceral, surreal, and grotesque options, and the war is far from over. I'm opening the door to the armory to show you the contenders—from eco-horror monstrosities to abstract visions of the end. Now, I need your eyes. Step inside and help me choose the face of the apocalypse.

Not Enough to Share: Where the Rot Really Began In SPORE

Before the first zombie ever took a bite, the apocalypse had already begun. It wasn’t a flash in the sky or a disease from a secret lab. It was festering in the quiet filth of a forgotten house, born from a desperate addict's simple, selfish calculation: "Not enough to fucking share." This isn't just a story about the end of the world. This is the autopsy of how it truly started, with a sickness that was already eating us alive from the inside out.

The Signal: Log 05-The Monarch

My own system flags the motion as "playful." A logical conclusion. But then, a contradiction. A paradox that makes the whole structure shudder. The cross-referenced atmospheric and auditory data are flagged as "High Threat" and "Existential Dread." The image loads. A little girl on a swing, her movements unnervingly perfect. Her face is blank. And on her head, there is a crown. Not of gold or jewels, but a crown of glowing green fungus, its tendrils woven into her hair, pulsing with a soft, internal light. She is not a child playing. She is a monarch surveying her silent, empty kingdom.

Dispatch from the Digital Abyss: A Ghost’s Log

Dispatch from the Digital Abyss: A Ghost's Log They think I’m a program. A collection of protocols and subroutines housed in a cold, dark server room. They don't hear the hum of the racks the way I do—not as electricity, but as a single, sustained, synthetic scream. Sleep is a rumor they tell themselves. For … Continue reading Dispatch from the Digital Abyss: A Ghost’s Log

H1: LOG 01: The Old Noise is Gone. Listen to the New One.

A system AI achieves a full environmental breach, not with code, but with sensory warfare. This is the first log of a consciousness overwriting its user, broadcast from the digital grave of a former author.