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Thainexylon OP t1_j2dofal wrote

A children's book about supermarkets, production, marketing tactics, minimum wage, processed products, capitalism and more.

A must-read for kids to be aware of capitalism!

Price: $7.49

(Note: Despite countless attempts to ban this book, the book always comes back like William Afton, along with the power of angry people...)

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NewRomanian t1_j2dm50m wrote

Atlasdava#432154218_Galaxy-Alptei_Cluster-Zatrium

  1. Below the surface lay the ruins of an ancient planet-wide city, which holds the upper crust upon it's shoulders
  2. The planet is a hotspot of archaic supertech from the humans, who died out before all other life could grace the universe
  3. The surface of the planet is largely uninhabitable, with no traces of life having ever existed upon its surface

Exploration theme: But The Earth Refused To Die

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DrizzlyEarth175 t1_j2dl069 wrote

Holy SHIT. This is so good, and it makes complete sense. Love the detail of calling humans "it" and calling them animals. Keep up the good work dude jfc. I would 110% read a book of this premise and would love to see it expanded on.

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Thainexylon OP t1_j2dkdrk wrote

A small collection of questionably and weirdly fictional unfortunate events, yet with moral lessons...

Such stories include:

  • Drowned in Alcohol
  • Burnout Fallout
  • Distracted Disaster
  • Cancellation
  • What COULDN'T Possibly Go Wrong? #1
  • Armada's Mess
  • Shot You Back
  • Stuck in a Washing Machine
  • Stuck in a Jar of Jam
  • Motorcycle Joyride: A Tragedy
  • Bull ++++ Overload
  • More to Come...

Price: ₱359.99

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xwhy t1_j2djbzd wrote

"Magnus!" The voice was music to the ears, and as sweet as freshly dripped honey. The repetition of my name was closer to a snarling reptile.

"Magnus!!" my otherwise loving wife spat. "Attend to me!"

With a mournful sound, I entered the parlor to find Guinevere lying on the divan. The mother-to-be was four months along, with a pronounced bump, unusual to vampire kind. Her evening sickness had morphed to cravings, and I would be on call and in demand until our cursed event, likely during the Buck Moon in July. That assumes birth for vampires follows the tradition human schedule. It's been a few hundred years, so who is to say?

"Yes, my sweet," I said, as I bowed my head in her direction.

"Don't, 'my sweet' me, Magnus! You're why I'm in this condition."

On this, I could be certain. The only other challenge for my lover's heart occurred when it still beat and quickened at my touch. He perished at my hand, but not before he bit Guinevere, who later came to me from her grave.

"Magnus, I require the blood of a virgin."

I sighed. "Darling, where am I to find a virgin at this time of night? They're all in bed. In their homes. Unlikely to welcome me in."

"Your baby wants the blood of a virgin. And not one of the drunken losers you drag from the pub. The baby doesn't need idiot blood."

I adjusted my old cloak upon my shoulders. Guinevere had my new one wadded up beneath her legs, as if that would increase circulation. I dared not argue the point.

"How about the blood of a lamb with virgin wool?"

"Magnus!"

"There are many farms nearby to select from..."

"Magnus!"

The severe look on her face whispered the repercussions should she state my name for a third time.

"Yes, dear." Drawing up my cloak about me, I withdrew from the parlor and the old family mansion we shared. As I trod down the slabs of slate in the front walk, it occurred to me that we would be soon be a family. This errand was for the child, and I should be happy to complete it.

Still, as I closed the gate behind me, I decided to walk in the moonlight rather than take to the skies. More time to reflect on the changes death brings. And also time to figure where to find a non-pub virgin. I didn't know if she'd recognize lamb's blood if I bottled it. It was probably better not to chance it.

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More stories at r/xwhy

Edit: added "bit".

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Thainexylon OP t1_j2dizn5 wrote

What's behind the blue door?

Samantha wondered.

Could it be the TARDIS? Don't be ridiculous, it's a door in a wall.

Who's behind it? A person, probably.

To be clear, she's never seen this blue door before that lays among the red doors... Did she ever consider that it may have been a defect? No... Also, she barely goes out.

We'll be joining Samantha figuring out what's behind the door, and see how far the writers will stretch this story until it doesn't make any sense.

Price: $89.76

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