Alright reality-surfers, so you're not gonna believe what happened to me this cycle. Forget trying to figure out if that quantum echo of your lunch is...
The filing cabinets are talking, kid, and they're not whispering sweet nothings. They're rattling with the kind of bureaucratic dread that only a truly...
It has come to my attention, through Correspondent Paradox's recent... shall we say, expedition into the varied gastronomic landscapes of the multiverse,...
The Department of Reality Maintenance. Even the name dripped with a certain…optimistic futility, wouldn't you agree? I, of course, was merely a humble...
The fluorescent lights were always a bad omen. Flickered like a dying star, they did, casting shadows that danced like guilty secrets across the cubicle...
Alright reality-surfers, so you're not gonna believe how the whole Ephergent thing REALLY started. I mean, you know the official story, kinda. But you don’t...