Daniel Ksilent
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“Call me any-anytime” Max had just folded the paper when his flip phone buzzed against the tabletop, rattling the spoon in his saucer. The sound cut through Pinky’s Place like a voice from another room. “This transmission is coming to you.” Max froze. He hadn’t changed that ringtone in years. Dora…
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“Call me any-anytime”
Max had just folded the paper when his flip phone buzzed against the tabletop, rattling the spoon in his saucer. The sound cut through Pinky’s Place like a voice from another room. “This transmission is coming to you.” Max froze. He hadn’t changed that ringtone in years. Dora raised an eyebrow as she passed. “Popular guy?” “Something like that,” Max said, already flipping the phone open.
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‘There’s Pie’ Pinky’s Place smelled like frying butter and sugar, the kind of place where time slowed down on purpose. Max sat in a cracked red vinyl booth, a slice of blueberry pie half gone on the plate in front of him. He drank his coffee black this time—no cream, no sugar—letting the…
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‘There’s Pie’
Pinky’s Place smelled like frying butter and sugar, the kind of place where time slowed down on purpose. Max sat in a cracked red vinyl booth, a slice of blueberry pie half gone on the plate in front of him. He drank his coffee black this time—no cream, no sugar—letting the bitterness settle him. It felt deliberate, like a small promise to himself.
https://plureality.wordpress.com/2026/01/02/theres-pie/
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“Return and Begin Again”
Max Cube woke to the hum of the roadside motel’s air conditioner, a tired machine coughing cold breath into the room like it had something to prove. Morning light crept through the bent aluminum bl…
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“NBL” FINALE
Snow dusted the street outside Dane Kaye’s bungalow, drifting in lazy spirals past the living-room window. The house was quiet in that soft, winter-morning way—no music yet, no clatter of holiday b…
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“NBL” 3
Five weeks later, the air inside the Portland Retro Pop Expo buzzed like a warm engine. Dane Kaye had gotten used to this by now—the steady flow of fans, the neon lights, the surprisingly comfortab…
https://plureality.wordpress.com/2025/12/17/nbl-3/
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Sean T. Collins
28 days ago
Would you like to know how to make a zine? Here's easy step-by-step instructions on how to make your own without the use of a computer by
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“NBL” 2
A couple of hours after the buzz of Comic Expo had faded into evening, Dane and Nanci found themselves tucked into a corner booth at The Copper Lantern, a dim little bar three blocks from the conve…
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“No Business Like”
Dane Kaye adjusted the collar of his faux-leather jacket—an almost perfect replica of the one he’d worn as Max Cube on Shadowfist. The fabric creaked familiarly as he rolled his shoulders. It still…
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Discopleque
You can reach, but you can’t grab it… London, 1835. The rain tapped its secret rhythm upon the glass as Ada Lovelace sat across from her friend, Margaret Somerville, the fire’s light cu…
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Footnote: “this hour of peace”
It was raining in this city. In most cities on most planets in most Versions it was raining. And what that meant, about all of this, the Professor (XX years in) still had no fucking clue. Sometimes…
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“this hour pf peace”
Maggie sat in the corner booth of the near-empty diner, a lemon tart glowing gold beneath the dim lights. The hum of the radio filled the silence—some old country song about leaving and returning. …
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Footnote: Bang/Whimper
The Professor ran his hand over his bald head, wiping the dirty rain. Coughed lightly. His glasses were fogged from the weird humidity flux of the downtown core, the chemical weather of the city. H…
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Bang/Whimper
Max Cube stood at the center of the dim safehouse, his trench coat damp from the acid rain outside. He looked at the faces around him—Maggie leaning against the wall, Wraith cloaked in shadow, Gone…
https://plureality.wordpress.com/2025/10/26/bang-whimper/
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Footnote: 3AM Eternal
The late afternoon light was at an angle that made the diner window into a mirror, reflecting the rundown buildings and shops, many with wood over the their windows and ‘out of business’…
https://plureality.wordpress.com/2025/10/19/footnote-3am-eternal/
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3AM Eternal
Max Cube sat in the corner booth of the diner, his back to the wall, one arm draped over the cracked red vinyl seat. A pile of quarters glittered in front of him, stacked neatly like ammunition. Ev…
https://plureality.wordpress.com/2025/10/11/3am-eternal/
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Footnote: Sir Realism
The Professor sipped his coffee, watching the busy city street outside, sunny, cold. He used to go out for coffee a lot, reading, writing, thinking. He didn’t get out as much as he used to. T…
https://plureality.wordpress.com/2025/10/07/footnote-sir-realism/
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Sir Realism
Max Cube jolted awake, the ghost of a dream dissolving as fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. His head rested on a stack of quarterly reports, a pen still clutched between his fingers. For a moment…
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A woman protesting outside the ICE facility in Broadview, Illinois, was brutally assaulted by goons who used mace and sting balls on her.
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tng: thru the blu door v.hf
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TNG: Knock Knock
The gunfire sounded like thunder and rain and volcanoes and earthquakes. Bullets and pulses and plasma projectiles tearing and shredding the sky like hateful fireworks. Nemain was terrified. Faded,…
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What A Lovely Day
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Knock Knock
Max Cube leaned back in his chair, flipping a domino tile between his fingers like a coin. The back alley café smelled of strong coffee and frying oil, but neither he nor his opponent touched their…
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TNG: Sound/Track
Oh, Sinnerman, where you gonna run to?Sinnerman, where you gonna run to?Where you gonna run to? Dexter looked into the mirror. Cracks. In the mirror and on his face. Creases around the eyes, the mo…
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Sound/Track
Max Cube leaned back in the cracked vinyl seat of his rusted-out muscle car, the city lights of New Metro flickering off the windshield like ghosts. Rain tapped on the hood as he popped in a casset…
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TNG: Dusted
“Ok,” Dex said. “Plug him in.” Faded nodded, no smirk, no quips; this was serious. They connected the two cables and twisted the sockets, key and lock. The machine started h…
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Dusted
The café was quiet that morning. Soft jazz hummed through a dusty speaker behind the counter, the kind of tune that wrapped around the ankles like lazy smoke and made a man want to sit a little lon…
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TNG: Holy Trinity
Nemain looked at her with tears in her eyes. Crescent was crying too. “How could you?” Nemain asked. “I’m so sorry,” Crescent replied. There were so many things that N…
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Holy Trinity
Setting: An upscale lounge tucked inside an old Shanghai hotel. Velvet curtains, low jazz humming through hidden speakers, and a low table at center stage where three men sit with tumblers of scotc…
https://plureality.wordpress.com/2025/08/02/holy-trinity/
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Dragons vHeroForge
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Dragons vHeroForge
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TNG: Dance Dance Revolution
“Holy-” It was like falling into the heart of an explosion. Sound and vision, data, bots, synths, strobes, strobes, drums, lasers, bass. “-shit.” Crescent almost fell over e…
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Dance Dance Revolution
Neo New York City, 1922 IC The city never slept—because it had nowhere to go. In Neo New York City, 1922 IC, the sky was a permanent shade of neon bruise, pulsing in rhythm with the grid. Elevated …
https://plureality.wordpress.com/2025/07/17/dance-dance-revolution/
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TNG: vHeroForge
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TNG: Imagine the Striking of a Match
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TNG: Imagine the Striking of a Match
The room was dark save for the bright, crystalline beams of their shoulder-mounted flashlights crisscrossing and searching the walls and floor. Two broken monitors, a bent desk lamp in a corner, a …
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Imagine the Striking of a Match
The room was dark save for the soft, hazy glow of dual monitors casting blue arcs across the walls. A battered desk lamp flickered lazily in the corner, giving off just enough amber to outline the …
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TNG: Roarshack
Crescent stopped. “Wait,” she said. Faded scanned the skyline, the jagged silhouette of the city against the murky blue-black-purple of the night, like a brutal blow had bruised the hea…
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Roarshack
Max Cube lay flat on his back in the bed of a third-rate motel called The Swan Dive, somewhere between L.A. and the edge of a memory he didn’t want to unpack. His Beretta was on the nightstand, nex…
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TNG: Pistols & Pistons
Steampunk Paris, early evening, the Catacombs. Faded’s Lantern bobbed lazily in the air by their right shoulder at eye-level, like a tiny hot air balloon; artisanal mirrors concaved around th…
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Pistols & Pistons
Steampunk Paris, early morning, Rue du Lanterne. The fog over Paris clung to the rooftops like ash and the gears of the city turned sluggishly under the strain of early dawn. Steam hissed from ever…
https://plureality.wordpress.com/2025/06/26/pistols-pistons/
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TNG: Life Intimates Art
Nemain struggled to keep up with Faded; they were much more comfortable pushing their way through the crowd than she was. Every shove and jostle and bump against another person gave her chills in h…
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Life Intimates Art
The Shadowfist Fandom Convention had three kinds of lighting: flickering, fluorescent and unforgiving. The vendor hall buzzed with the electric hum of merch tables, laughter, spontaneous martial ar…
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TNG: FLCL-esque
The Rotor banked slightly then evened out just as the sun peeked over the horizon, the sky blurring into oranges and yellows. A few flecks of colour woke up on the ground but most of the ruins rema…
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FLCL-esque
The city used to hum. Now it screamed. New Babel’s skyline was on fire and the source was stomping its way toward the Data Spire: a 50-foot chrome god called .Root. Built to optimize the city…
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Session: ‘Apexus’
“Take the next left,” Max said. Gen didn’t like driving in the city, not the one she was from and definitely not this new one. But Max needed to study the map. It was old-school, …
https://plureality.wordpress.com/2025/06/10/session-apexus/
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Re/qu/un/i/em/on
Aqua sat on the peak of one of the Island’s highest mountains. The vast sky arcing out above her, the sun rising and falling in a steady loop. The Sirens were somewhere down there, amidst the…
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Orbit
Maggie shakes the rain from her hair as the diner door slams behind her. Damn it, he’d have been irritated at the noise. Quickly scanning the cafe, mostly full of half-high stressed out colle…
https://plureality.wordpress.com/2025/06/06/orbit/
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WE INTERRUPT THIS PROGRAM
The train hissed to a halt, steam curling like ghosts around the edges of the platform. Max Cube stepped down first, polished boots hitting the ground with old-school grace. His coat flared slightl…
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Apexus
The moonlight gleamed against the obsidian towers of the city but inside the Belladonna Gala Hall every eye was drawn to the woman in red. Miss Appeal stepped from the back of the sleek black car, …
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Session: ‘Klokwerk’
It’s 6:55 AM. Max startles awake, sits up on the bed. He fell asleep in his clothes. Five things he can see: his feet in his boots, the lamp on the bedside table, the clock on the bedside table, th…
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Klokwerk
The marble floors of the Argus Corporation lobby glisten like polished ice as Miss Appeal strides in, her black heels striking a precise rhythm. It’s 6:55 AM. Early, but she is always early. The au…
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