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I hadn't really thought about it before. They're like miners I guess, They dig. They just dig. They always dig. They only dig. Seriously, how do they eat? I'm as good a guess as you are. How do they not drop, dry and dead, from digging? I'm just as ignorant on that subject as well. I mean, how do they even live?! They have many names: diggers, droppers, even hollows. The list could go on but they're all the same thing. As I said before, they just dig.

“Anagnorisis, chiaroscuro, cicatrize, defenestrate, eldritch, excelsior, pulchritudinous, skank.” Eric couldn’t decide whether to gape at me or at the paper that had been shoved under our door. “What the hell does that mean?” “It’s a message.” It was a catalyst. Well, at least it was better than dealing with ennui. “Ah. Well, if it’s not someone just being facetious, I’m going to have to google some of those definitions, then.” I chuckled and shook my head. “The words themselves don’t matter; the legend is the initials. It’s a bit clumsy, but not bad

"In the year 2042, the Information Age went one step too far." The students around you sit on splinter-ridden chairs. They must have been carved by the hand of someone who has never touched a planer machine, the way the splinters jab their skin. The tropical afternoon air is unpleasantly warm, the tepid moistness of it clinging in the claustrophobic closeness of the poorly-ventilated classroom. The blood-hot air is circulated about the room by the weakly turning blades of a standing fan. Mr Chan's chalk makes a grinding screech against the blackboard - a jagged, unrefined fragment, for the machines that produced proper writing chalk were de