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Topher Lydon

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  1. Look after your mental health, this one is rough
  2. Welcome back to LA Let's see how badly things get screwed up this time for Poitr
  3. CHAPTER ONE: THE RELIC The first thing Flynn O'Briain registered was the smell. Garbage. Rotting food, stale urine, the particular sour-sweet stench of industrial-grade bin bags baking in the Los Angeles sun. It was a smell he knew intimately—the smell of alleys, of crime scenes, of bodies found facedown in places no one ever looked. It was the smell of his old life, the one he'd tried to leave behind when he walked out of the LAPD and into a half-finished office building wi
  4. Love, magic, and chaos collide in this queer urban fantasy romp! When ex-cop Flynn O’Briain wakes up covered in mysterious runes with no memory of how he got there, he’s thrown into a wild chase through LA—with his snarky, fashion-obsessed fiancé Poitr in tow. Hunted by corrupt agents, dodging Hollywood disasters, and uncovering a sentient internet relic, these two disasters must survive space launches, flesh-crafting mishaps, and their own messy feelings. "Doomscroll, AMEN!" "Pray to the Algorithm, let it wash you in your sins!"
  5. It's also about leverage. The FSB operatives here know their operation is about to be exposed. Forcing Andrew, who they believe has the evidence and the money, to hand it over, is their only shot at salvaging what's left of their operation.
  6. There was an early idea to do this as a steampunk thing, but I decided just to keep some of the styling.
  7. Mr. Nibbles approves of his deployment as a Tactical Emotional Support Parasite
  8. The Zodiac limped through the absolute nothingness of Sector 4G, a region of space that the ship's corrupted navigational computer cheerfully insisted was either a dense asteroid field or a high-end corporate shopping plaza. On the bridge, the atmosphere had settled into a comfortable, exhausted malaise. The great Rat-Souffle Incident was behind them, leaving the crew slightly lighter in body weight but significantly more appreciative of Mikkel’s plain, unseasoned oatmeal. The ship’s displa
  9. I love Russian idioms: A wolf's legs feed it Meaning: You have to take action, stay active, and hustle if you want to achieve results or earn a living—you can't just sit around dreaming
  10. Desperation will embolden. Considering Andrew just stole Billions from them, they're pissed.
  11. The Grand Hall of the Hong Kong Convention and Exhibition Centre was a staggering testament to the sheer, uncompromising wealth of the Special Administrative Region. The cavernous room was illuminated by a constellation of cascading crystal chandeliers that cast a brilliant, fractured light over acres of polished marble flooring. Towering floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic, sweeping view of Victoria Harbour, where the dark, churning waters reflected the neon skyline of Kowloon through
  12. Flip does have access to the internal comms... Mikkel pops a mushroom, and watches his world bend... Flip chimes in from the Comm: Hey Crewman, can I please get you to deliver fish Mikkel: Are you God? Flip: Yeah, sure, um about that fish?
  13. Well you're not *far* off....
  14. Arguably one of the most intelligent beings on our planet, with an EQ complexity that can, at points, exceed our own. The computational power or an Orca's brain for spatial awareness, echolocation et al is astounding.
  15. I was getting one done the day I wrote this, so I think I was channeling anxiety.
  16. The smartest person on the ship
  17. The medical bay of the Zodiac was a room that actively discouraged the concept of healing. It was painted in the standard corporate beige, a color that seemed to absorb both light and hope with equal efficiency. The bio-beds were hard, unforgiving slabs of synthetic polymer that smelled faintly of ammonia and the lingering despair of previous occupants. The single surgical spotlight mounted on the ceiling flickered with an erratic, strobe-like rhythm, casting long, jumping shadows across the roo
  18. I think they generally get under estimated, especially by the Russians when it comes to this sort of thing. Besides, letting the West vs Russia play out allows them to sit back and nudge things to their inevitable benefit. They want Andrew to succeed, they want Will's trade Mission to work, and they want things kept quiet. They'll also enjoy dealing with the FSB quietly, when the dust settles.
  19. The good thing about them chasing Andrew is that they are focused on him. They aren't going to see the MI6 knock team.
  20. The heavy, suffocating atmosphere of Nathan Road hit Andrew Carter with the physical force of a damp, heated blanket the moment he pushed through the smeared glass doors of Chungking Mansions. The transition from the labyrinthine, claustrophobic corridors of the decaying concrete monolith back into the neon-drenched reality of Tsim Sha Tsui was always a violent sensory shock. The air outside was a thick, stagnant miasma, aggressively saturated with tropical humidity, the stinging tang of exhaust
  21. I am working on Episode 13 currently. It's really relaxing to write.
  22. They're getting there slowly, as I write I try to develop them organically. Just wrote a chapter which was Tweek Centric. He gives up perfection just to spend his time with Hollis... so you know, they're figuring it out. Can't wait till they encounter Hollis's ex-wife in Zodiac II: the Wrath of Karen! I am having far too much geeky fun with this... therapeutic for me. Writing something silly.
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