Xtinction Agenda

Memory is at the centre of the human. Without it, we fade away into nothing. So we built a machine that watches us every hour of every day. It sees everything. And remembers. Now, when our number comes up, we are reborn as number, an infinite number, more moves on the chessboard than atoms in the universe.  Prime time TV never had it so good. "In addition to this being now , it's also probably the...

The sharp blade of the scissors has trimmed the first molecule. The second. Metal ripping through reality, cutting to the core. Millions separated. And we are now sad. Processing our loss. The end of the Dream Weaver. Like this day wasn't a birthday, but the dream of a birthday ended early. Awoken into a sad sack nothing. "And nothing is truly lost."  

Time to court controversy. In space ! Are we just a dangerous, primitive, child-like species? Or are we on our way to the stars? Like, for instance, if for some reason all of us got really horny, would we die in a mass orgy? Or would we find the will to master ourselves? Must we be trapped on this industrialized nightmare, rape-gang orb? Or will we homogonize under a bland ideology, build star shi...

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The world is run by the invisible hands of invisible persons. Running wild and covert. But one team has had enough. For Cole Cash and Spartan, it's time for action! Time to become the most invisible of hands so that the world can be cradled into the future.  "Evolution is an unavoidably violent process."

The hunter, ruthless bloody bastard, will skin you to the bones. Sometimes wearing a monocle. Sometimes wearing fishnet stockings and sporting long, sharp nails.  Question unasked until now: Is the Predator a woman? A space woman? An invisible space woman who KILLS ALL PERFECT MEN? Sadly, we do not answer this question. But we do enjoy a classic. Join us. "Same kind of moon, same kind of jungle. R...

No mercy with Percy and let 'errrrr Ryp! Hey kids, it's WOLVERINE!  What sort of shenanigans has our diminutive Canadian been up to since mutants go themselves yet another island utopia? The answer: far more and far less than we could have ever imagined possible. "Cover your ears and open your mouth!"

It's all coming together now. The fates have activated the fates. The tragedy is in place, the gun aimed. A blackpowder dream.  "I wish I could remember what you smell like."

What do the rich care, alive on their boats and up in the air, in the clouds, breathing the atmosphere of capital? We hold their trays for them and watch them feast, anxious for scraps, praying for a high pressure front to overturn their olympian existence, to turn the world inside out.  The one word we failed to use: carnivalesque. Meat party. Now. Try to relax your triangle of sadness. "I'm so s...

The poor, struggling artist is trapped in the guilded cage by his own obsession. Blessed with every material he could ever want, staffed by the greatest assistants on spaceship earth, he nonetheless laments his life, fixating on past trauma. And the devil gnashed: how awful it is to be successful and desired, for the critics to know all your techniques, for them to identify all of your flavours. W...

Here is what we shall do. We shall take hundreds of our soldiers, most of them borrowed from a smash and grab that occurred hundreds of years ago. We will paint them as True Warriors. We shall put them behind enemy lines and ask them to help conquer themselves. We shall call this Valour. Then, when it all goes tits up, we shall pretend it never happened. "Ach, I've seen worse up the shore road on...

Did you feel that? Reality Storm. Always happens this time of year. Thunder. Lightning. Twenty centimetres of allegory expected. Chance of simile. Like a young girl hiding among men in a universe of No Girls Allowed, it's best to stay Inn. Find your stories there. If you have any. "That's your proof."

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Warning: This episode has some terrible audio. We didn't realize it was recording so badly. Now we can't fix it. Sorry. Also, we try not to swear in this one. That doesn't go well either. Fortunately, we do have other attributes...  "Okay, they're stupid infants."    

And there came a day when the chips were down and the deck was stacked and the rain fell and fell. Widows wept and pulled their hair, wailing. We waited for the dust to settle. We waited for a champion to emerge. They never arrived. They never even wrote to say they'd be late. All we got were these hideous amalgamations, these blurred icons, these terrible nightmares breathing flame, kicking mud a...

It's like a toilet plunger, isn't it? That suck suck sludging noise following you around. Like pulling your feet up from the mud. Or the oil sands. Black crude leaving marks behind you for the rest of your life. All for the slim hope of one day being an artist. Or at least human. Kate Beaton - Ducks . An investigation. "Coal, fishing, steel... but that's all gone, isn't it?"

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It is a truism that one never has enough time to pleasure a woman. Walker knows well this ancient truth. He learned it the hard way, splitting himself between ages like a muscular Belgian splits his legs. A man out of time, forever separated from himself.  Halt! Put down the gold bullion! It's Timecop ! "Poor bastard. Tomorrow might have been a brighter day."

To walk the realm of mortals and feel the dirty air, risking death, bringing destruction in your wake. We all want this. Even the ones who cannot die. Them most especially. They look up to the ones below, secretly desiring their own inevitable loss. And then kill their children to bring it about. "Shall we go back to your place?" NOTE: Contestants of the 'He Who Dares Wins' Essay Competition can w...

These primary colour flatland print objects are growing up. They have kids now. Responsibilities lacking in youth. Time slips away from them, leaving past triumphs in the past. Tradition spurs them forward. Tradition and the perpetual threat that one day the status quo will no longer suffice to push units. Ask yourself who benefits. Ask yourself what possible motive could have inspired the death o...

Born from the murky river of tarnished America, the trundling beast sat at its typewriter. One claw tick tack tick. Ding. Another sentence. Nixon is in the white room waiting with Kissinger. I will never forget this moment, the beast writes, not even in the dreamless sleep of the plaza strip. Nowadays, bastards everywhere you look. Frank Miller - Spawn/Batman . Steve Gerber - Adventure into Fear ....

The horse walks slowly atop the dusty rough, carrying the man wearing a star. The man reads the signs left in the night, sees the swollen bodies and the blood. 9mm rounds, .45 ACPs. Knows that something larger is at play. And that someone needs his help. The man thinks it's all waiting on him. But that's vanity, isn't it? "Daddy ever tell you how Max came to his reward?"

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Well, we finally watched it: animated cult classic Heavy Metal (1981). Although none of us are really pleased with ourselves, we like to think that we got something out of it. Something important. Like we put our finger on the pulse of a dying god and felt with our own flesh its final expiration. Ultimate evil is expunged. The universe is safe. "Earth women who experience sexual ecstasy with mecha...

When you go into the circle and it gets tighter and tighter and you realize that something is around your neck and know that if you don't smile in just the right way you are dead. That's life in the Big Leagues. Where the Grand Ones live and dine. Where Stalin lived and died. And where you and I must now go. Tonight. "I wasn't afraid but now I'm afraid."