James Cunningham

1 week ago | hardcoregamer.com | James Cunningham

As has been mentioned many times before, the end of the world isn't the end of the world. It's just a change in state, from a planet where humans can live comfortably to one where they can't, leaving room for something else to rise up and take their place. This time around it's rabbits, living comfortably off the wreckage humanity left behind on the frozen Earth.

2 weeks ago | hardcoregamer.com | James Cunningham

The hero of the planet Woanope has earned her rest, if by "rest" you mean an endless publicity tour for the Bureau of Shipping. After the events of the original Crashlands, Flux Dabes and her best robo-friend Juicebox were sent to every corner of the galaxy to recount their adventures, basking in the fame and admiration of an adoring public until burnout inevitably reared its exhausting head.

2 weeks ago | hardcoregamer.com | James Cunningham

Factories gotta build, it's just what they do. It doesn't matter if they construct components, elements, shapes, random widgets, snacks for the elder gods, robots, or star-sized constructs, they all start small and then scale upwards nearly forever as their output increases. Generally, though, they make one component out of another, assembling two or more pieces into a brand-new whole.

3 weeks ago | hardcoregamer.com | James Cunningham

Everything is built from everything else and eventually it can all be resolved down to a few basic components. The universe was only helium for most of its first hundred thousand years and now you can't throw a rock without hitting a few dozen different types of matter, including the rock. Entropy may break everything down eventually, but until that time, matter seems determined to be as many things and exist in as many states as possible, and maybe a few that shouldn't be just for good measure.

3 weeks ago | medium.com | James Cunningham

Gun to my head, hand on the trigger,Spill it, he said, what is it that makes you chipper. There is nothing at all, life is just so bitter,So hard and dark, as I am just a nigger. First verse was a symphony, filled with rhymes,Something to make poetry out of sadness, out of the lies. Perfect, so unlike my life, my existence,For there is no coating this shame, no disguise. 3am in the morning and I am crying,Or maybe these are not tears, maybe I am just sweating.