Quote from an Eccentric Time Traveler

    “Ah! Yes I see you’ve noticed my statue! I’m sure you all recognize him, yes that is a statue of IO screaming in agony. It’s a funny story how I got this statue. You see, some… hundred years ago within the Blessed Prime Timeline, IO got ahold of a Time Machine, we all remember that right? Some poor sap of a Volt got euthanized by the Magpie IO while visiting the dreamers. Had his memories pulled right out of his spinal column and straight into IO’s forehead. Soon enough he’s traveling the multiverse causing all sorts of nasty problems. I remember the panics over him possibly stirring a war with the machine men and their paltry god computer! What a time to be alive! It was so bad, Lord Edison sent out a request for aid to all sorts of… collectors, including myself, to help solve his dilemma. Now I knew where all the others would fail, and it was quite simple: overengineering the problem. IO is a slippery snake, and giving him more things to work with is never a good thing. Every robot drone, perfect virus, and army of soldiers would just give him more than enough resources to leverage his own escape. And any attempt at lethality had to be solved with non-violence or we’d simply have to track down IO again! The solution I came to was really quite simple. I jumped on over to some 2010s timeline about to be struck with the Planet X and stole a cement mixer. I then skipped on over to IO and poured it onto the fucker. The magpie had made his form too perfect, forgoing oxygen and with perfect cell replication, his body will live 1000 years before it will give out and the hunt will begin anew. I very much can’t wait to add a second statue to my gallery” 

    -Quote from an eccentric collector and his gallery in the prime timeline

Resort Colony Hestia

 Resort Colony Hestia

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xmr8bEuyQjA

The Moon of Hestia is a small temperate Mediterranean rain-forest world orbiting a large colorful swirling Mineral Giant called Nikka-06. The system’s star is Shiner-04, a medium yellow star. The planet’s main fauna is composed of small tree-clinging avians, and bovine-like marsupial grazers.

Excerpt from "On the Subject of of Time Travelers"

“I don’t like talking to other time travelers. No it’s not the attitude, though not having to deal with deranged psychos daily is a plus. It’s the fact that looking at them just gives me the heebie-jeebies. You wouldn’t get it, it’s a time traveler thing. When you’re a time traveler you can recognize them on sight. Not in the way where you recognize mannerisms or anything, it’s like… when you look at one you just know. Your hair stands up and you get this pit in your stomach that churns unnaturally. And you realize that that being over there isn’t human, it’s an unnatural aberration, it’s a demon. And then you realize you’re a demon, that... that I traded my humanity for freedom. And it… it makes me a little sick. People say it gets less physically sickening the more you interact with others but… I don’t think that’s true, I think we all just learn to ignore it better. We find ways to distract ourselves from how empty we are” 

-original quote author unknown, recovered circa 2005 by the Federal Inter-dimensional Chronology Institute 

KING

One long hot summer Samantha went to visit her grandmother’s farm. The farm was manned by Grandma and Uncle Toby. A month after Samantha arrived, Grandma knew Mother would not return. They called her day after day, then the police, then child services; no word. The men said that grandmother was the next available kin so Samantha had to live on the farm now. 

(Short Blurb) Hillside Park.

Narrowly the passage began to close, wind rushed across the plains in a torent. Sweeping up my long hair in a flurry, curled vines of wispy hair flew up to the heavens. A curled mass lay on the hill bellow, the vast dead oak hung above us all on the largest hill where another family sat on it's branches. 

(Short Blurb) Spirit Hunter Testimonies Volume

For nearly 3 years, 3 years of my research team's life was spent watching that spirit. The god of this river had been filtering out smaller microbes and feeding off sunlight for most of it's manifestation. It was the clearest example of divine manifestation in the pacific northwest as of the 2010s, but it was small and aimless. 

    

(Short Blurb) Portion of interview with Lorence Lavetty

Christ, you ever get that feeling of loss? like I'm talking that real separation, I know "planetsides" don't really get space but it's overpowering. The feeling of that you lost something is just everywhere in spacer art and lifestyle. 

(Short Blurb) “an observation on first contact” by Richard Nightingale

 On April 4th, 1988 the ship arrived near the south of Guyana. It was first discovered a week ago when it first arrived in the solar system. Sending out a broadcast of bones scraping, this alerted S.E.T.I., who alerted N.A.S.A., who alerted the D.O.D., who alerted the U.N. 

    The craft was headed directly towards the southern region of Guyana and would arrive in a week. They then contacted the president of Guyana (Desmond Hoyte) who eagerly agreed to a joint operation to make contact with this extraterrestrial craft. When the ship arrived on April 4th, it was unlike what anyone had expected. 

(Short Blurb) On Psychofauna

Not much is known directly about the Mass. The creature exists within Transitory Space (The Frequency) and poses a significant threat to Eastern space transit travel. Unlike similar “Mega-Psychofauna,” the Mass is special, it is sentient in some regard. 

(Short Blurb) On Modern Spacer Psychonautics

Most modern realists in the 25th century believe that psychics are an unbelievable concept. Most of these theorists are planetside, perhaps in hovels on Earth or Mudbrick townhouses on Mars (Marja-Ra) While most Spacers know and understand the realities of metaphysics, expressly. Any economic aristocrat on Luna or any cosmopolitan Cylinder can tell you that the spacers who travel in between that nightmare dimension (The Frequency) psychics are very real.     

   

Worst Date Ever

It was back around 2017 when I met Paul. To get the whole idea I need to fully explain paul as a dude, he was kind of odd but cute in that way idk. So I had frequented this coffee shop by my parents apartment right after highschool. 

LAMAR BUBBLEGUM WAS NEVER BORN

February 9th, 2025

Everything was on this game, the president, his relationship, hell his career. Patrick Mahomes sweat through the uniform, his head thrummed in stress with the pressure mounting and mounting. He’s in the middle of the field, running, the plan still fresh in his mind. By christ he sees an opening, he takes it, passing it 3 yards away. He’s going slower now watching as the scene unfolds, he’s now at a slow jog tracing his eyes on… zero? Who the hell is zero? 

But before the thought can take form he witnesses a miracle, one of many from this player. Weighing 300 lbs of pure muscle he leaps, flying through the air above everyone landing in a perfect roll in front of the eagle’s end zone throwing the ball unto the wet manicured grass below. There is silence in the stadium, nearly 65 thousand people stunned into silence. A single fan begins weeping profusely. The crowd explodes into cheers, the sound pains Mahone's ears, a piercing wail of thousands of souls screaming as one.

The Elegance of Decadent Cleanliness: A Review of Laetum Iter by Malcolm Theressa.

 The Elegance of Decadent Cleanliness: A Review of Laetum Iter by Malcolm Theressa.

As Earth progressed away from the Long Death, mankind progressed as well. The separation of hyper-nationalism, bio-engineering debates, and the ethics of biological mannequins faded. Modern Earthlings focus on 3 aspects of their life, re-settlement, art, and reconquista. I was personally invited to Earth to the hyper megalopolis of Buenos Aires. Home to nearly 300 million people in layered concrete garden arcologies, a utopia. My visit was only for less than a week but it was like a blissful dream, as of writing this I can scarcely remember the wonders there.

But the most important and impactful of my visits was to the National Opera House, where the state troupe performed a locally made Opera “Laetum Iter” or Happy Journey, which is a moralist opera detailing the journey of Triko, the Toy. The opera house was packed with the “middle class” of the new regime, the petty operators and controllers. I sat in the top box alongside Delta Control Minister Cecil Clementine, a thin shapely man in his early 30s. He had invited me and my crew to Earth to write a traveling review, and most of that first draft was rubbish.

Introduction.

Hello, this blog is a permanent place for me to post my writings, art, and any other assortment that fits my fancy. I have no knowledge (or proper money) for HTML for a proper website, so this blog, graciously provided to me via Google.llc and Alphabet Inc. 

RPG content, Fiction, Non-Fiction as well as accompanying artwork, is the primary focus of this blog. I dislike other websites like twitter, deviantart, or reddit as I feel they fail to allow me to simply write ad nauseum my feelings and creativity.

I am not a "poster" by nature, and will generally add to this blog sporadically or in a large flurry, as my job and college take priority during these defining years of my life.

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