author: mrrobinhood5
I wrote a small game for Gemini users. I changed the name, but its the well known game. Any feedback is appreciated, this is pre-alpha, it may come down later if there is not interest.
gemini://zoombies.inkverse.space:1966/
I wish I could "box" the feeling you get when you use a public restroom and the seat is nice and warm, and gift that "box" to unsuspecting strangers and watch their face from afar when they "unbox"
Staioneers, finally got my capsule up and running. Quad-hosted in web-page, gem-capsule, gopher-hole, and nex-station. Give it a whirl, I'm open for feeback
inkverse.space Inkverse.Space
the weather is kinda nice innit?
I've been reading this site I found from smallweb links and I've been dreaming about living free. Why are we programmed to not do this? Why is the system set up against this?
https://100r.co/site/off_the_grid.html
They will come here soon. Rue is gone. Maya is gone. The kids are gone. It’s just me. I’ve been writing everything relentlessly. Every word has been repeated by my tongue and annotated. I am chosen for this imperative task and it’s complete . My fingers are worn to the bone. I used our blood when ink ran dry months ago. A tower of pages awaits review. My rewards will be delivered soon. I can’t remember Maya’s face. I can’t remember my kids’ faces. Tears burn my cheeks. My eyes, long gone, will soon remember. Three knocks reverberate. They’re here. Welcome.
It happens everyday now. Rue stares at the wall, ears perked. Dog hears them. Whispers grow weekly, audible over my earplugs. I obsess over meaningless words. I wish with all my heart to be part of it. For long hours, I teeter on the edge between awake and asleep. Their words are impossible to replicate via speech or writing. It hurts to try and fail. Bedridden, on the third day, conversations materialize into coherent words. It speaks to me directly and commands me to document the messages and spread them. “His will be done. Love and Fear.” I cry.
My wall whispers at night. I haven't slept in two weeks. I’m losing my mind. Neighbors have constant conversations. The voices are familiar, like from a dream, but indiscernible. When I put my curious ear to the wall it falls silent. Only when I fall asleep does it feel as if it starts talking about me. Desperation has been burning a hole in my ear. My teeth grind incessantly. Maya, my wife doesn't hear it. She sleeps soundly. The kids don't hear it. Nothing exists beyond the wall but clearing and woodline. Tonight I heard English words. I heard smiles.
I can hear the neigbors through the walls. I live in single home, with nobody around.
"Quentin sat down on a bench, picked up, and examined a dusty old leatherbound book left behind. The thought of who would abandon a beautiful book passed through his mind as a quick visual search revealed nobody around. A faint metallic taste reached his tongue through his nostrils. His eyes watered shut. In the darkness, he felt light-headed and saw an unspeakable, indescribable being. His breath ceased. It unleashed horrific imagery in his mind. A world enslaved by an entity as it watches above. Humans offered their will to the being. My hands thirst for blood. Our fate is inevitable. " ~ 100 Word Short-Story Day 1