Start Game
A poem by Marisa Coltabaugh
This existence,this reality,is nothing morethan a simulation.There is no hero to the story.We’re all non-player characters in a video gamebeing played by no oneup above.The game has already been runthrough several iterations.There are still glitches in the program. A consequence of there being no one to fix them.System failures,bugs,runs that end too abruptly.This ru...