Killian Samuels holstered his pulse pistol as he pushed the prone insectoid fugitive's face
into the ground with his boot. The criminal let out a chittering series of curses,
translated through subtitles to English phrases better left unsaid. Reaching for a pouch at
his belt, Samuels withdrew a short, thick rod, giving it a twist and causing several prongs
to swing out from the sides. With a snap of his wrist he whipped it down into their back
before stepping away, watching as a cracklin

The
CEO ran, panting, and the shadowy mass followed. She had made the
mistake of staying late to supervise the development crunch for their
latest title, and on her way through the lobby she spotted something
outside in the dim light. It was hard to discern, but when it simply
battered down the front doors she fled, deeper into the building's
interior. Its footsteps were heavy behind her, its body crashing
through furniture as it gave chase, and as her panic rose she found
herself running bli

In the southern part of Alamogordo, New Mexico is a landfill which, for years, fueled urban legends. It had been rumored to be the site of a mass dumping of Atari 2600 cartridges and systems in September of 1983, following the gross overproduction of titles in a market which was quickly growing over-saturated with competing video game consoles. In a bid to write off the product for tax purposes, Atari chose to bury its inventory of what was then essentially useless goods. An excavation starti

"What
is -up-, epic gamers?" The blond, purple-eyed young man smiled,
making a finger gun gesture with one hand to the floating camera.
"It's ya boy, Cole Carter, off in another timeline. Now you're
probably wondering what's going on."
What
was going on was that Cole was lying down, propped up on his elbows.
His garishly loud shirt was open, draped across either side of him on
a surface that extended off-camera, matched his skin tone perfectly,
and merged with his body. &q