Ian, a technician living in complete isolation in a cave in the middle of the desert, had fixed his phone. But for his phone to be useable, he needs to take it to the capital, a highly futuristic and important city, so that his phone can be verified by the servers there. However, moving towards the capital he encounters a group of rebels who also want to get inside the capital in order to shut down these servers. In sensitive times where dystopia is present and apocalypse imminent, will Ian help with these plans, or will he only focus on his own tasks?

A bit of a rough draft still, but relatively complete, and abandoned.

A character finds themselves aboard a train after a deep slumber, where they inquire the passengers about it in hopes of escaping.

Welcome to my blog!If you don't know who or what I am, I don't blame you. Y'all can call me jegg.

This blog isn't meant to be formal or well organized AT ALL.

You'll essentially find me talking about my progress on writing stories, occasionally reviewing media I like, and also complaining about the dumbest shit, but with my own "oOO SO QUIRKY" flair. This is technically a journal in a sense but now I'll have 2 or 3 random people barge in to gawk at me.

Stick around if a bunch of inane ramblings from an angsty adolescent with too much free time interests you.

Jamie has to visit his Aunt Graham for Christmas, who recently moved into an old mansion. Exploring through the house and then the attic, he finds an old game console connected to the TV. He doesn't realize the game is haunted and he gets locked into the attic upon turning the game on. Now, he has to sit through a primitive retro game, filled to the brim with traps and jokes pulled on him.

Laid in bed one time and thought about how the world had changed due to colonization. The term of ice is simply a metaphor reflecting views on the entire history, that in some cases it was beneficial in terms of human advancement, but greatly damaged societal structures as a whole.