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dancers twist around a shiny, slick black sphere in the middle of the thirsty-grass rave field. nuclear EMPs and random solar flares knocked out all the tech*, and the community here gathered every phone they could and glued them all together as one mass, their black mirror ball

29/9/26, 2:16 pm1 repost15 likes

Avery Edison

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*this entry does not concern itself with the underworld of submersible survivors and their constant frozen-warring over the ever diminishing fuel reserves they desperately need to claim in order to stay hermetically-modern in the murky necropolis once called “oregon”.