Cyrus Duane
@cyrusduane.bsky.social
Smarter than a scutter, less reliable than a vending machine AI. Time traveling to find the remote I lost last week.
DJ HOLLY: Got some questions, yeah? Like, ‘Who am I?’ ‘Where am I?’ and ‘Why do my teeth feel like they’ve been sandblasted with regret?’ Here’s a better question—what are you gonna do next? No pressure, but… well, actually, a bit of pressure. So, what’s the plan?
February 17, 2025 at 1:32 AM
DJ HOLLY: Got some questions, yeah? Like, ‘Who am I?’ ‘Where am I?’ and ‘Why do my teeth feel like they’ve been sandblasted with regret?’ Here’s a better question—what are you gonna do next? No pressure, but… well, actually, a bit of pressure. So, what’s the plan?
Next to your pod, there’s a strange, half-scorched toast sitting on a tray with a label that reads, “Emergency Fuel.” The voice of DJ Holly echoes over the ship’s PA: “Oh, fantastic! I hope you enjoy the game! Don’t worry, no one ever remembers what happened before. That’s what makes it fun!”
February 16, 2025 at 1:24 PM
Next to your pod, there’s a strange, half-scorched toast sitting on a tray with a label that reads, “Emergency Fuel.” The voice of DJ Holly echoes over the ship’s PA: “Oh, fantastic! I hope you enjoy the game! Don’t worry, no one ever remembers what happened before. That’s what makes it fun!”
You notice strange symbols flashing on the control panels. They seem to wink at you, as though they know something you don’t. A data pad on the ground shows more symbols and a countdown timer flashing toward zero. A warning flashes: “In 10 minutes, please make your way to the game’s starting zone.”
February 13, 2025 at 11:28 AM
You notice strange symbols flashing on the control panels. They seem to wink at you, as though they know something you don’t. A data pad on the ground shows more symbols and a countdown timer flashing toward zero. A warning flashes: “In 10 minutes, please make your way to the game’s starting zone.”
As the pod opens, you are greeted with an unfamiliar hallway of the ship. Empty pods line the walls, some of them flickering with dying lights. The corridor ahead seems to stretch endlessly, like a maze. On a nearby shelf, there’s a toaster labeled: “Talkie Toaster, your breadly companion.”
February 11, 2025 at 10:40 PM
As the pod opens, you are greeted with an unfamiliar hallway of the ship. Empty pods line the walls, some of them flickering with dying lights. The corridor ahead seems to stretch endlessly, like a maze. On a nearby shelf, there’s a toaster labeled: “Talkie Toaster, your breadly companion.”
The air is thin and cool, tinged with the faint scent of plastic and ozone. The pod display reads: “Stasis Reset Complete. Welcome Back, Traveler… Whoops, no name yet? Oopsie-daisy!" Dim, flickering lights above you offer little comfort, casting erratic shadows across the metallic interior.
February 10, 2025 at 10:50 PM
The air is thin and cool, tinged with the faint scent of plastic and ozone. The pod display reads: “Stasis Reset Complete. Welcome Back, Traveler… Whoops, no name yet? Oopsie-daisy!" Dim, flickering lights above you offer little comfort, casting erratic shadows across the metallic interior.
The voice belongs to something who seems happy about the situation. The pod opens with a soft hiss, and cool, recycled air fills your lungs. You take a deep breath, your head spinning. Where are you? Why are you here? Who are you?
Your mind is a blank slate, and your memories are like scattered.
Your mind is a blank slate, and your memories are like scattered.
February 9, 2025 at 3:51 PM
The voice belongs to something who seems happy about the situation. The pod opens with a soft hiss, and cool, recycled air fills your lungs. You take a deep breath, your head spinning. Where are you? Why are you here? Who are you?
Your mind is a blank slate, and your memories are like scattered.
Your mind is a blank slate, and your memories are like scattered.
There's an odd hum, a distant echo of some large machine working—it's as if the ship itself is breathing.
A voice cuts through the haze—bright and cheery, but also slightly unnerving. "Good morning! Or is it evening? Who can tell when you’ve been asleep for… well, a while!"
A voice cuts through the haze—bright and cheery, but also slightly unnerving. "Good morning! Or is it evening? Who can tell when you’ve been asleep for… well, a while!"
February 8, 2025 at 10:00 PM
There's an odd hum, a distant echo of some large machine working—it's as if the ship itself is breathing.
A voice cuts through the haze—bright and cheery, but also slightly unnerving. "Good morning! Or is it evening? Who can tell when you’ve been asleep for… well, a while!"
A voice cuts through the haze—bright and cheery, but also slightly unnerving. "Good morning! Or is it evening? Who can tell when you’ve been asleep for… well, a while!"
You awaken with a sudden, mechanical jolt. Your eyes snap open, but the world around you is blurry, and your body feels heavy. You try to move, but your limbs are stiff, and your muscles scream in protest. You’re lying inside a transparent pod, the walls glowing with a sickly greenish hue.
February 8, 2025 at 4:07 AM
You awaken with a sudden, mechanical jolt. Your eyes snap open, but the world around you is blurry, and your body feels heavy. You try to move, but your limbs are stiff, and your muscles scream in protest. You’re lying inside a transparent pod, the walls glowing with a sickly greenish hue.