The Trashfire
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The Trashfire

The Stories

(in rough chronological order)

How To Clean A Polyester Dress

A story about TERFs, and the fascistic chasm that inevitably swallows them whole.

Black and White and Red All Over

Neo-nazis are invading Outer Lichtenberg. It's up to the residents to fight back.

When Will You Die for the Last Time in my Dreams

The rise and fall of House of Spades, and the moments in-between.


The Trashfire can be summed up in a single sentence: "The world sucks, and everyone's scrambling to fix that."

The terrors that plague existence are not the result of some apocalypse, some fallen angel looking to ruin the creation they were denied power over, a steadily fraying space around an experiment gone wrong. No grand narrative will link them to a set of reality keystones, and no curse animates their forms. Mistakes of existence were not engineered by the foolish.

They're simply there, and they resent that fact as much as you most likely do.

It's a problem endemic to the multiverse, to the mounds of flesh Ion witnessed, to the beautiful machine supposedly commandeered by Mekhane, to the folds of reality the Ortothans hold dear. Whatever cosmic computer controls the cosmology has been fitted with numerous redundant and obsolete components, stretching the ontological CPU to its absolute limit even before one factors the dust, broken cabling, and otherwise. It is filled with bugs, in more than one sense.

That's problem enough. But what happens when bad actors attempt to exploit such horrors for their own gain?

The 'verse

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