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Congrats Suu

I can imagine a sci-fi genre (which probably already exists) in which the world is ending, but not uniformly, and not in a big dramatic crescendo. The world doesn't end due to wars or bombs or aliens or a big comet or anything... it's ending slowly, slowly being strangled by bureaucracy and reliance on systems that no longer function, or have long stoppages.

Like, picture Mad Max, but 7-11 is still open.

There's raiders and slavers... but also, there are still normal police...?

The Government is still there, it's just completely ineffective, if not actively malicious.

TV still exists, but no new shows are coming out, and nothing is filmed live anymore. All re-runs.

If you need medical attention, you have to barter with some shaman.. but you're at a mall kiosk.



One day, when I lived in Yonkers, a bunch of big-box stores in the same mall all went out of buisness in the same 4 months. The smaller businesses followed - it was like the mall was dying a slow death. I went to a bunch of GOING OUT OF BUISNESS  sales, and it eventually started to feel surreal... empty parking garages, dark store fronts, one lone light somewhere.



what are some other mid-apoc images?

The very first Mad Max movie seemed to exist within that world. It was post apocalyptic, sort of, but society still kind of existed.

Show me your belt of shrunken heads, then

How barbaric!  I would hope Hoopla does no such thing.

A proper gentleman keeps his shrunken heads on a shelf in a place of respect, and consults them when in need of wisdom.

Sounds like the kind of lame thing Hoops would do, yes.

I keep them in a shrine to Schlitzie the pinhead, nothing special.

I'm on team "drink gin" here. I'm also a fucking sewer beast, so maybe that's a bad thing for Hoopla.

We have already established what sort of beast Hoopla is.  He's a pornography adjuster.

Former. I'm a head hunter now.

Hoopla has the code. I generally stay open until 11 or midnight. All spags invited.

I will be on in a little over an hour from now, when my shift is over.

[Also, I like gin]

Also, I like gin

Also, I like gin

Also, I like gin

Also, I like gin

I'm still listening in pieces. It's brilliant! he kinda reminds me of Yoda visually for some reason.

It's those goat eyes.

My name is Hoopla and I make a mean box of Kraft Macaroni & Cheese, although we don't call it that where I live. Also, I like gin, which I am told makes me evil.

Are the PD video chats still going on? I would love to join.

So what's new, everybody?

On further consideration, Richter is the Knight of Wands and Faust is the King of Coins.

Kindly ignore my last post, along with the bulk of my other posts

This is just the Major Arcana then I take it?

Enrico should be the Wheel.

No one's ever actually seen Cramulus in years. There's just a strange smell, and a misplaced mustache.

When we see the mustache is gone, we know he's arrived. We think we see his silhouette behind the glass, but it's frosted glass and he keeps his office dark. We all enter our buildings after he arrives and leave before the end of his shift, so we aren't actually ever sure what we're seeing there, but the mustache is gone and the stink of cheese and burning hair is wafting from the vents, so it must be Cramulus.

Ever since he was stripped of his title as Professor, things have been this way. Each section crawls out of the nest in the storefront they will spend their day serving. Strange, faceless figures come through and speak in buzzing, unnatural voices, they purchase goods from us, they leave.

Over it all, the office of Cramulus, where a strange figure wanders back and forth, wobbling as if drunk or standing motionless for hours, not even the slight disturbance of breathing, and sometimes a light shines on a section and their metrics deteriorate and half of them are torn by dogs in the night at random.

When the mustache disappears, we fear.

I've seen him. There are photos to PROVE it.

He showed me his pet project, he is slowly rebuilding the Five Points in lower Manhattan. HE STILL HAS THAT GODDAM MUSTACHE. And he WEARS IT IN PUBLIC. When he is finally finished with his little project he plans to rule the entire area, calling himself Daniel Day Lewis.

ALSO - you know why he joined that cult, right? TO TAKE IT THE FUCK OVER. Those poor schmucks never knew what hit them. Go jump over to YouTube and search for Gurdjieff Movements... it used to be a slightly odd but beautiful multi-layered synchronized dance.... now there is just one "movement" ... IT'S CALLED THE MADISON.

I would have thought Cram would be more of a Charleston guy.

I used to think a lot of things.

EAT THEM

what makes you think I haven't?

Because if you ate Cain you would shortly thereafter stop existing, courtesy of satellite coordinated bombardment

I think we're talking about different things.

No one's ever actually seen Cramulus in years. There's just a strange smell, and a misplaced mustache.

When we see the mustache is gone, we know he's arrived. We think we see his silhouette behind the glass, but it's frosted glass and he keeps his office dark. We all enter our buildings after he arrives and leave before the end of his shift, so we aren't actually ever sure what we're seeing there, but the mustache is gone and the stink of cheese and burning hair is wafting from the vents, so it must be Cramulus.

Ever since he was stripped of his title as Professor, things have been this way. Each section crawls out of the nest in the storefront they will spend their day serving. Strange, faceless figures come through and speak in buzzing, unnatural voices, they purchase goods from us, they leave.

Over it all, the office of Cramulus, where a strange figure wanders back and forth, wobbling as if drunk or standing motionless for hours, not even the slight disturbance of breathing, and sometimes a light shines on a section and their metrics deteriorate and half of them are torn by dogs in the night at random.

When the mustache disappears, we fear.

I've seen him. There are photos to PROVE it.

He showed me his pet project, he is slowly rebuilding the Five Points in lower Manhattan. HE STILL HAS THAT GODDAM MUSTACHE. And he WEARS IT IN PUBLIC. When he is finally finished with his little project he plans to rule the entire area, calling himself Daniel Day Lewis.

ALSO - you know why he joined that cult, right? TO TAKE IT THE FUCK OVER. Those poor schmucks never knew what hit them. Go jump over to YouTube and search for Gurdjieff Movements... it used to be a slightly odd but beautiful multi-layered synchronized dance.... now there is just one "movement" ... IT'S CALLED THE MADISON.