By mackattack So, my friend, do you have some tech to trade? Welcome to Scraptopia where scrapheaps litter the landscape. My scrapheaps, my landscape. My name is mackattack with the emphasis on the ‘attack’. Sit on top of the king pile with me and watch as my workers sort and stack, pack and pile. Notice … Continue reading Tech To Trade
Update from Dan D’spare... It’s too dangerous to venture out in daylight; it’s suicidal to roam around in the dark. That doesn’t leave a man many options. Dawn, it is then. I slip out of the bunker while mackattack and Azuba are sleeping off last night’s moonshine. The cloud is crawling over the rubble, just … Continue reading Spliceporker
The sheep army swells and marauds across Britain. Speculation grows as to what they're up to. The media label them zombies. Paranoia sweeps the country. And now they seem to be headed for central London. Buckingham Palace is put on red alert. Click on the sheep above to read the latest episode.
Written by X!ND!3 In the darkness the sounds were brutal; the screams sharp and piercing stopped so abruptly, causing my body to shake uncontrollably then sweat and go cold all at once. They said later I was in shock. In the light of day things were so gruesome. I would try to cross streets with … Continue reading In The Darkness
Written by Kharma It was two minutes before midnight and we just made it to grandpa’s house. I was about to walk in the door when my mum turns around with a look of great fear plastered across her face. Her eyes wide in shock and with a wave of her hand she tells me … Continue reading It Is Over!
Written by X!ND!3 A lady has my hand, she’s holding it so tight I’m not sure if she remembers I’m here running faster than my legs want to but without an option. I let her drag me. I fall and she scoops me up by one arm and rights me on my feet and we … Continue reading I Am Here
I collected a handful of grubs from the rotten base of a log while I sat waiting for darkness on someone's bottom step. They were small, fat, white and the dirt on their flesh ground in my teeth like sand does after a day at the beach. I crunched through three and the warm innards … Continue reading #Pohutu – Nothing To Lose (Part Two)