Deal 1418 Preview

Vexing Vexillography:
The flag: Fear, chicken, Gramophone, and fork
On a field of pale yellow (#ffffb3)
Bordered in white (#f7f7f7)


Deal 1362: Pop stop.

My album never dropped. It was intended to be a collection for the finest of foods.

But no matter. The future I see before me is far more interesting than fame or fortune or a lifetime of fine dining.

The cult will provide. At least, the cult says it will provide hope for a better tomorrow.

That silly obsession I used to have for happiness and music is past. I live now for the hope of a better tomorrow. And only the hope. Never the actual tomorrow.

I do miss the music though.


Deal 1357: No Stereo

It was supposed to be the night of his life. A chance at happiness. Instead, it became a tragedy.

He had planned some quiet time alone with his stereo.

Instead, he suddenly found himself dead. He wondered about that for a while. How could he have died? How can he still wonder about it? What was going to happen with him gone?

All questions that were kind of moot given his current situation. But he still wondered.


Deal 1331: Amazed

Before I landed inside, I had a brief glimpse of a maze extending as far as the eye could see in all directions. I nearly landed on a rat, and rat and I became fast friends.

Months passed in that maze, exploring the area near the niche we called home, getting to know some of the other monsters, and meeting the occasional victim attempting to solve the maze. The weather was always pleasant, but some days we had loud background music. The worst of it was that it felt like living in a birdcage, on display.

Days passed. Days became weeks. Weeks became months. I don’t know how long I spent in that place, or how long I was really there. Because one day, the whole place shook and we heard the explosion. For the first time, we all realized that there might still be somewhere outside the maze. That we might have had some sort of lives before the maze.

And that we might be able to return to some semblance of normalcy. I found myself in a tide of creatures heading towards the sound of the explosion. Suddenly there were no corridor walls or floor. We had ran right off the edge into the crater, and were falling.




I don’t know if this will ever end. But I’ve been falling ever since, and it seems like I’ve been falling as long as I spent running the maze.