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.

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