The Green Room: Why the Monster is a Mushroom, Not a Virus

Forget viruses. Forget simple death. The monster in this apocalypse is far more intimate, far more horrifying. It's a fungus that doesn't just want to kill you; it wants to wear your skin, hollow you out, and replace your very soul with its own alien purpose. This isn't a story about the end of humanity. It's about the terrifying, parasitic conversion of it. This is the autopsy of the hostile takeover of the self.

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.