Cissilvanian Hunger @agonist@shrike.club

PURGATORIUM is a collection of writing and photography about not wanting to kill yourself anymore.

PURGATORIUM is a collection of writing and photography about everyone except you dying.

WARNING: PURGATORIUM contains images of dead animals on its download page.

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Ghost Trick: The Phantom Menace

PUMPKIN HILL DROPS INTO THE OCEAN
NO PLACE TO CALL ZONE ANYMORE

Welcome, Administrator...

Q: Does the black moon howl?
A: Awoooo

I love to write novel

I'm Dr. Wondertainment

Dj blow my sneakers up

Party don't stop till I walk in

Your Only Move Is Grustle

Cyberpunk tries to get away with making this horrifying by asking if you're still "human", which doesn't mean anything whatsoever. Meatpunk - in the vein of Cruelty Squad - offers the same trappings (what if you had Shotgun Arm) but asks a scarier question: what if that made your flesh company property? (The horror offered, specifically, by Cruelty Squad, is that the answer is "Yes", and there's no rolling it back)

Define "irony poisoning" right now. Don't dumb it down or I'll fucking kill you.

Would you rather live in a world rife with poverty, violence, structural oppression and Laser Eye Implants, or the same world without Laser Eye Implants? Cuz we already live in the latter.

If your cyberpunk "dystopia" has the central conceit that the average guy can easily get a shotgun arm implant that puts them on par in firepower with the cops, that's an utopia

Haha queen you look weather inappropriate and dirtily bathroom mirrored

The 2023 Toyota Fuck

Hey. I'm the guy that ruined Doctor Who. Uh huh. No, yeah, it was me. Uh huh. Ow. Ow. Ow. I understand. This is my righteous punishment. Ow. Ow.

Black band shirts six months after you get them:

Headed for the pawn shop
To buy myself a bitchblade