Walking around J-District by yourself in the evening can be an overwhelming experience with all the people around, all the meaty smoke rising from the
Author: Thedude3445
So many steps, so many barriers to solving what should be such a simple evil conspiracy… Not only am I out here in the sweltering
I walk into the bank three minutes before my shift, and all eyes set on me. My chatting coworkers’s conversations crumble into a murmur. The
The “boardwalk” has been closed for probably ten years, by this point. Atlanta, obviously, has no shoreline to build a pier onto. There is absolutely
Morgan’s in transit. I’m on the bus with a bunch of other bored people staring at whatever mobile devices they might have on them. The
I don’t really get why warehouses still have so many human employees. As if robots can’t do the entirety of everything that’s done in these
Long hair, ponytail, square-rimmed glasses. A smile on their face, perhaps. This is a picture of Morgan Harding, if they never had that fateful meeting
“Here’s your change,” says the cashier robot. “Now Get N Go!” “I hate that so much,” I reply under my breath. Unfortunately, it hears me,
Another report with R8PR up in his Peach Towers penthouse. I’m still basically furious that he’s even got this thing. He is quite known for
Tony (pronounced with an “ah,” not an “oh”) stomps up to me and points her finger directly into my chest. She’s just a bit taller