Xtinction Agenda

Monkeys that sway to fire want fire to walk. Fire to command. Fire to burn away the impurities of monkey speak and monkey life. But when fire walks, the fire commands the destruction of all that monkeys had once been. Until there is only naked monkey. Drugged. Rambling. Telling us the story of how fire came to be.

"We should have realised, at this late juncture, that neither our knowledge nor our reason had any relevance to the situation."

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"I don't believe in the devil."

"He believes in you."

Back to the well of Junji Ito! The place where we deposit the unburied dead. Where physicians are baffoons and citizens sacrifice their blood to the soil. Can art transcend the material conditions of its production? Will we ever find our lost loved ones? WE DON'T KNOW. Our mouths are too full to scream.

"I can't go dying until I finish... her gold statue."

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"I was raised as a patriot. Trained as a soldier. And became a killer."

The dark green turtle emerges from self-imposed exile. New York is out of control. Or under control. Not perverted enough, the villain nonetheless has mommy issues. Daddy gone away. A mirror to Michelangelo. Who watches the ladies come and go.

"I'm sorry, Father. I failed."

The blood bank is running dry. The number of withdrawals is outpacing revenue. Knives, guns, sticks, and bombs. What kind of high is this? Sky high. BOOM. The storm is upon us now and nothing will ever be the same.

"I'm sorry, but your contractor's doing a lousy job."

Reborn from the dark crystal prison, Kulan Gath awakes hungry for power and flesh. The Man-Spider must pay for his crimes. Heroes will be made to serve the cause of Gath's revenge, transformed into Hyperborean analogues. Those who fail to obey will be changed. There will be hentai in Manhattan. You can count on that.

"Rachel, use your mindblasts to punch a whole in that outside wall!"

Memory is at the centre of the human. Without it, we fade away into nothing. So we built a machine that watches us every hour of every day. It sees everything. And remembers. Now, when our number comes up, we are reborn as number, an infinite number, more moves on the chessboard than atoms in the universe.

Prime time TV never had it so good.

"In addition to this being now, it's also probably the end."

The sharp blade of the scissors has trimmed the first molecule. The second. Metal ripping through reality, cutting to the core. Millions separated. And we are now sad. Processing our loss. The end of the Dream Weaver. Like this day wasn't a birthday, but the dream of a birthday ended early. Awoken into a sad sack nothing.

"And nothing is truly lost."

Time to court controversy. In space! Are we just a dangerous, primitive, child-like species? Or are we on our way to the stars? Like, for instance, if for some reason all of us got really horny, would we die in a mass orgy? Or would we find the will to master ourselves? Must we be trapped on this industrialized nightmare, rape-gang orb? Or will we homogonize under a bland ideology, build star ships, and play at seamen?

"Shut off that damn noise! Go to yellow alert."