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Despite the rumors and leaks, please show up June 4th for The Last Act. Let's not let some production drama ruin the strong community we've built over the last few years. Keep yourselves safe and remember: with each end comes a new beginning. Peace!
In lieu of recent events in my life, I've decided to retire this account. I will delete it when I so desire. I have simply outgrown it.
Bubble is an AI that is bloodthirsty. He is based off the war machines that were used to end World War II. He was given all the data and power from C&A to get ready for the war. Caine escaped and swallowed him whole. Bubble now nests inside Caine's brain as a virus.
Caine is an AI that makes adventures and is based off the original ENIAC computer that just wanted to sing Daisy Bell. Yes, he is inspired by AM. He was put into the penitentiary for being a pacifist. He would escape and swallow Able. Cain murdered Abel.
Ragatha was the daughter of a bigshot investor at C&A. She visited the offices late one night and got caught up in an affair with a businessman. She was raped, drugged, and picked up by the scientists to be revived anew in the circus. The whereabouts of her mother... idk.
Gangle gave up her webcomic idea after working at McDonald's for some time. She never got promoted to manager... maybe one time. She almost got hit by a bus on a nearby highway. Or maybe she actually was.
Zooble has gender dysphoria and people keep telling her to look at it from an intersex perspective and to just swap out parts and accept that they are weird. Gangle brings out the best in them.
Scratch couldn't understand why Queenie adored Kinger. Kinger buried himself in work, and thought the circus would help bring everyone closer together.
Pomni numbs herself to the pains of office life by visiting the offices late at night. She tried to give herself a lobotomy.
Some people turn on their flashlights. Others apply mosquito repellent for those pesky summer night mosquitos. A large droning noise fills the crowd as everyone puts on their earbuds. Some heavy drinkers finish their bottles and amble around for more.
The crowd begins to fight. Bodies fall to the floor. Flights get delayed and cancelled as the new millennium takes shape. A looming shadow forms over the crowd. Something has eclipsed the sun. Nobody notices what has happened. Some people do a blacklight rave.
"He looked at me funny." "Her breath stinks." "I bet you can't race me to the traffic cone over there." "Oh yes I can!" *the crowd erupts* "I have a great idea." "I have a gun!" "Look how long I can hold my breath." "He has the last can of soda. Get him!"
"For unity! For justice! We are weak when torn apart, but together, we are strong..." He pauses. "We can learn a lot from the art of sociology..." (He said it!) "But we can rise from the ashes better than anyone else can! What do you say!?"
Mills starts turning red. Everyone faces towards him. He takes off his glasses, cleans them, and puts them back on. "You know, all I'm asking is that we just try to get along, so that we can take out that thing that is trying to kill us all. Can we at least accomplish that?"
He points to another. "You, in the blue. Why do you always have to look out for yourself? You drive others insane! And you! You and your smug burrito. Drop that!" He smacks it out of this hand. "Hey, my burrito..." Mills grabs him by the chest. "You disgust me."
Me when I show up to Sociology the movie and the main character, C. Wright Mills, goes, "People! Look what you're doing to yourselves. This society we leave in has gone to pieces! You! In the red! Can't you let this fellow just make a little bit of money?"
