The Jump?

| Exact date unknown, 2092

Gotta run. Feel sick. Heart pounding. Legs like rubber. Gotta run.

Nowhere in the city is safe. Get to the cars. First things first, get to the cars. Get away from here. Away from the club. Away from the mob. … More >>

Fr33 P4rty #86

| Exact date unknown, 2092

Some people say we shouldn’t play our music. We shouldn’t dance. We shouldn’t congregate. “Fun Ruins Lives” isn’t that it? Some people say that we’re a menace to society, whatever remains after the quake. Sick joke, there’s no … More >>

The Backup Plan

| Exact date unknown, 2092

Monopolis isnt a city. Its a morgue. Cut off from the rest of the world, all bridges and tunnels severed like umbilical chords. I dunno which side wins outta that. I wouldnt want to be out there much more than … More >>

Why We Do What We Do…

| Exact date unknown, 2092

The vinyl feels slippery. I try to keep it together, watching my scratch points but the strobe is harsh. The crowd surges, voices rising with the cresendo willing us to blow their minds. I look over at Calla and grin. … More >>