What if a form of control was manufactured through a synthetic new blood. Recipients of this blood would only find out too late to change their fate. Pumping cautiously through the veins of its host; taking hold like the gentle ebbing of the tide. Imprisoned from the inside, there’s no chance to escape the New Blood ...
2600 is an expedition to the deepest reaches of space and time in search for past glory days that may not even exist. Does this leave the future destined for dystopia, or will a shred of hope be found at the end of this journey?”...
It was due to the constant sense of moving. That’s why Scott Anchors became an astronaut. He dreamed of bursting through the force that held him in place for so long. He never thought it would end up like this. Captured. Probed. Studied. ...
Sometimes your weakness... becomes your greatest strength. An accident left you hospitalized and alone. Zero chance of survival. An ideal candidate for an experimental cybernetic implant surgery. But there were unforeseen... complications ...
“These days, caused by bad prospects on many levels, 80s pop culture offers a sanctuary for numerous people, who yearn for a positive future. ...
Do you always drive by night?" She said, looking at him with a worrying gaze. "Yes." He took a drag from his half burned cigarette while gazing the city lights below. "Isn't that dangerous? Especially in your line of work?" She turned her eyes to the city ...
Mr. Franklin Kelp is a lonely man. He has a job, mind you, but it is managing paperwork and he needs not talk to other people. His co-workers, noticing the same crisp white collared shirt and slacks being worn every single day, keep their distance ...
This is a landscape of ash. Dark sunrises and even darker sunsets await those who venture out into this toxic wasteland. Some occupants, too poor to afford the rent as an off-lander, have no choice but to wander below as ravagers with breathing apparatuses covering ...
It is a bright summer morning. Mom and Dad are at work. You have the house all to yourself. The day ahead is full of endless possibilities. Baseball at noon. Biking up to the dam in an hour. Whatever you want. But you can’t get your mind off of the mystery ...
There is a lone figure walking the street of this nameless city. No other soul dares walk this stretch of road so early in the morning. Not when the fog is this thick. Traffic lights aren’t even visible. But this man, wrapped in a trench coat, navigates the ...
Come on up to the house. The sun is setting on the beginning of a fabulous weekend. For the three girls at the center of this tale of transformation, the beginning steps of this secluded setting was easy enough. All that was required was a ...
Sssshhhh. Listen. It is there, sliding down in between the falling rain. The End of Days is pouring down upon us. There will be no escape from the twisted and tortured existence as the kingdom of Man gives way to the rise of Beasts. ...
Welcome to Original Synths, our neon-lit corner of the internet dedicated to the pulsing heart of modern Synthwave. This is where analog dreams, retro beats, and futuristic vibes collide.
Welcome to the Void. Where riffs don’t just hit—they fracture space. Where rhythm mutates into something almost sentient. Where melody flickers like distant signals from somewhere you’re not sure you can return from. Celluloid Dissonance is for listeners who don’t just hear music—they see it.
Crate diggers unite! Welcome to the shadow end of the groove—Deadwax Noir, where jazz lives in the margins and the stories start after midnight. We chase the hiss between notes, the forgotten pressings, the records that never made the clean light of day—and the classics that built the room in the first place.
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