Cuckstar
Chapter 21: The key is to play it for real, and forget about acting. The scenes are made up but the feelings we have are true and that’s what matters. Big globs of raw human emotions. It’s what the Company wants so they’ve frozen time and space to get it.
Fanged JFK
Chapter 20: The exposed skin of the other woman is covered with layer upon layer of special effects meant to resemble scratch marks that I will come to realize form letters and words. Just like me except she’s cut to shreds.
A Dick in the Snow
Chapter 19: For a while we thought the moon was a part of it, moving and changing on a set trajectory that took several weeks to complete, before we realized that this was what the moon always did and we’d forgotten.
2:22
Chapter 18: A hallway filled with flowers. Real ones, in big bunches. No windows, no outside light, no one around. A fly buzzes too loud so do the fluorescents. I look for glitches, places where the energy gathers like wind.
dark black
Chapter 17: This world is a zombie: like the NPC’s–like us. At first Dean was adamant that we weren't being punished–this wasn’t what we deserved any more than the great coral reef deserved to get bleached. But now I know that isn’t true.
new blue world
Chapter 16: They were strangers that I nevertheless love–a love so hard it makes my back convulse and arch as it beams from my chest into theirs. It’s the first thing each of them feels. A new feeling that’s also a memory. Could there be a more powerful sensation? It binds them to me.
The Hunter
Chapter 15: We live a life in his exhibit, full of props and loops. Sadly it’s easy to satisfy us. A little fear, a little discomfort have made us all too willing to sit waiting like dogs on this spot, never trying to break free.
nada_maas2k (king tubby mix)
Chapter 14: Everything here happens on loops, rendering time and events meaningless by repetition. I mimic the mechanisms, hoping to somehow sneak inside the simulation and fuck shit up.
The Play
Chapter 13: Day after day we wake up back in this place, with the NPC’s playing the same games and the same boats bobbing around on the river. But then sometimes a new thing appears–which is almost more frightening than the sameness.
The Last
Chapter 12: "Everything I knew about what’s happened–the NPC’s and the loop here at the river–the fake objects and Dean—even The Curator himself. It all suddenly disappeared, like a wave had come and scooped it up and I was left staring brainless at the smooth sand."
