Juan Vasquez
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I am a hardcore otaku living in the Bronx. Currently moving through life, trying to ignore the existential dread creeping into my life.
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Here's to you, Guinefort
Valeria Espinal saw the body of Guinefort laying in the street. The dog's butchered body had been in the street for a little over a week now, yet the stench of rot and decay was suprisingly absent. If it was not for the roses, prayer cards, rosaries, and other momento moris, one could easily mistake the pooch was just asleep, basking in the Dominican Republic sun. Valeria saw that one of the prayer cards said "Vaya con Dios, Guinefort." She sucked her teeth.
By Juan Vasquez5 years ago in Petlife
The Harbinger of Doom
"Open your eyes, Annie." Annie Wei did just that, waking up with a jump. She was sitting at a bench in Central Park, during a rather unusually warm fall afternoon. Next to her was her worn paperback copy of Alas, Babylon. Wrapped around her shoulders was a pure white sweater, which she had bought a few days ago at the GAP.
By Juan Vasquez8 years ago in Futurism
Strike It Rich
“You got the credits, we got the crystal.” Shou-Yin said calmly. "Just give us the amount promised and all of us can go home without incident. He was the only one who's blaster wasn't drawn. His criminal syndicate the 108 Immortals were staring down their employers the Mars Triads inside of the narrow deck of their spacecraft. In Shou-Yin's hands was a red crystal the size of his fist.
By Juan Vasquez9 years ago in Futurism
Illuminati Inc.
Today was Harry Holt’s first day working as a security guard at the old Illumination Tinfoil Company. He drove his small white coop to the front gate, right next to a speaker stand. The building itself was a decrepit, anachronistic factory with ugly, dark red bricks and filthy, broken windows.
By Juan Vasquez9 years ago in Futurism
