 Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do. Hello everybody, E here. Welcome to a new show, something I don't know. I wanted to try this out. Plenty of people like my stories, so I thought I would kind of not show off, but show how I do this. So you guys are gonna give me an idea, a prompt, whatever, a character, a situation, whatever it might be. And then I will tell you guys a story based on what you tell me. Nothing is, there's no rules, so put whatever you want down there in the comments. If we get too busy, then I'll have to prioritize the whoever super chats, but I don't think we're gonna get busy, so that shouldn't be an issue. Yeah, so that's what we're gonna do. You give me a prompt, I tell you a story. From beginning to completion, and if I have to, I'll keep scrolling up until we get everybody done. Well, not until we get everybody done. I only have two hours to stream today, two, maybe three, I don't know. We'll see how it goes, and so on. I'll just wait for people to come in. Everybody posted on Discord. Hey Ty, how ya doing? All right. So again, for those of you just coming in, simple premise, there's no rules. Nothing is out of bounds. Give me a prompt, and I will tell you a story. It's as easy as that. It's one of those days, but you're okay. Yeah, I got you. I just responded to someone on your Tuesday, not Tuesday, today's Tuesday, on your Sunday video. Hey Lazy, how you doing? Come on in. Hey Ishmael, how you doing? In safe and sound, I was away for a while because I don't know when to surgery. Are you okay now, Ishmael? Your YouTube is acting up. What's wrong, Lazy? Ishmael, are you okay now? Hey Cat, how you doing? You're okay now? I'm glad, I'm very glad. Sorry you had to go through that, but I'm glad you're all right. What is up, Jordan? Not much, my friend. Why dip? What up? Let's see here. Ugh. So today should be fun. You're grateful, you're grateful to me? Well, I'm grateful you're still here. The videos are very dark and it keeps jamming, freezing. You try resetting your router map, maybe? I don't know. Yeah, I know it's on Lazy's end. Why dip, Jordan? Hey Bookable, how you doing? Y'all ready to hear some stories? Y'all gotta give me a prompt and I gotta tell you a story. And I'm completely out the top of the dome, I know this is rehearsed, none of that stuff, but yeah, give me whatever. I don't care if you just give me a character name. You got a new phone? It might be that, who knows? But character name, situation, whatever it is, but the more challenging, the better. The more challenging, the better. Where's Zoop? Why do I not see Zoop? Why do I not see Zoop? Zoop, say something. Watch, it's gonna come up just something. Zoop, I for not see you. You're hiding, okay. Yeah, you are obviously because it didn't pop up whatsoever. Zoop sent a beaver above. I see no beavers. Beaver emoji by Zoop, I don't see no Zoop. I do see I'm hiding, but I see nothing else from Zoop and damn StreamYard won't let me change it to live chat, so it's only top chat. Somebody tell, wait, hang on. Lazy, you might need to scrub. You found your comment? Yeah. Once upon a time I went to a bookstore. I grabbed a book, but actually it grabbed me and it was about to devour you. All right, so Ishmael, hang on. Let me get this, let me work this out. See here. Okay, so Ishmael went to the bookstore. Inside the bookstore, he was cruising for a while, and inside the bookstore he found a book with just a mouth on the cover. No byline, no title, nothing, just a mouth. The only thing on the spine was a mouth as well. He flips it over and finds no text whatsoever. Because he likes this unique original book so much, he takes it home. When he gets home, he opens the book to find there are no words on the pages, just a picture of a mouth, but something's not right. Every page he flips, the mouth gets a little bit bigger and bigger, more open, more teeth. The teeth, as the pages go by, the teeth begin dripping what seems like saliva. He touches the page, his hand comes back wet. What is this, he exclaims out loud. He keeps flipping and flipping and flipping and the mouth is getting bigger and bigger and bigger, more saliva, sounds begin to come from the book. He slams the book closed, tosses it across the room. I'm not going anywhere near this book. He is going to throw it away, he's looking for something to grab the book because he doesn't want to touch the book again. He finds some tongs in his kitchen. He goes into the kitchen where he finds the tongs, he comes back and the book is no longer in the corner. The book is gone, he can't find it anywhere. He looks in the closet, he looks all around. He cannot find the book anywhere. The book's gone, it's not under the bed, it's not in any of the drawers, it's gone. He decides, okay, maybe I imagined it all, maybe I was dreaming whatever. So he goes, he makes himself a cup of coffee, he goes back to bed, he grabs a book from the nightstand and he's reading, suddenly he starts feeling really, really hot. Getting hotter, he starts to sweat. He's like, okay, I'm gonna turn the fan on. So he gets up, he flips the fan on and he hears this fan start, but it sounds weird, kind of like it's off center. It's like, rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr. He looks up and there's the book up on the ceiling fan. It flies at him, tries to chomp. He manages to get away, he's fighting it with the tongs. The book's on the bed, just chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp. He's fighting it with the tongs. It's like, get back, you demon book. Get back, you demon book. He manages to hit the book, just catch the spine and whack it, it goes flying out the window. He looks outside in the glass, the glass is strewn all over the grass outside, but there's no book. It was at least it's gone now, at least it's gone. So he heads back up front to put away his tongs and to call someone to fix the damn window because now the window's broken. No one's gonna believe him. His landlord's not gonna believe him. Now he's gotta fix a window. All this drama going through his head. What am I gonna do? Also, is he losing his mind? He thinks he's losing his mind because he just bought a book. He just, he threw something out a window. He broke the window. Now he's got all this drama circulating in his brain, but then while he's on the phone, trying to call the glass repairman, there's a knock at the door. Suddenly worries, can books knock on doors? He tries to imagine how the hell a book would knock on a door. The pages are too soft. He supposes that it could lean up against the door and what not, he has no idea if it's the book or not. The paranoia is getting insane. So finally, he goes up front. He doesn't have a ring cam. He doesn't even have one of those peep holes that you look through. He goes to the door and he looks down and there's a page up underneath and you can see the corner of the lip of the mouth and there's blood, fresh blood dribbling from the corner of the lips. He freaks the hell out. He locks the door. He runs back into the kitchen. He grabs the tongs again. He says, no, this isn't, screw this. I need to protect myself. I'm gonna grab a knife. So he grabs a knife. He runs to every room closing and locking windows until he stumbles back into his bedroom and realizes that the shattered window is still open. Laying in the middle of the bed is his neighbor, Tom, half consumed by the book. The book is laying open across his neighbor's face. He screams. The book launches itself at him. He stabs, catches the book right in the middle. He just keeps, he drops down to the ground, just keeps stabbing and stabbing and stabbing, tearing out pages, ripping it apart, throwing it all away. Puts it in the trash, throws it out in the dumpster. He's finally back in his house, sitting on the edge of his bed, shaking and crying. What happened? What am I going to do? Then he feels something on his big toe. He looks down and it's a little piece of paper with a tiny little mouth, numb, numb, numbing on his toe. The end. There you go. Hello, reverse entry. Hello, Jay Rod. Hello, John. How y'all doing? So that was Ishmael's idea. It was about a book that you find at a bookstore that ends up devouring you. Beavers, if I did a good job, laughing emojis if you hated it. I kind of like that story. I like that story a lot actually. You gotta leave on a cliffhanger. You got to. Exactly, exactly, exactly well done. Hell yeah. Thank you, Ishmael. Thank you, Kat. Appreciate it. That was terrifying. It was kind of terrifying. I was like, but that's how I do this. I just have an idea in my head and it just comes out. So yeah, a scary book, the book that devours people. Don't know what I would call it. I tell you what, I tell you what. Give me the best. Give me, let's do, what was, is that a, is that a fist? Are you gonna punch me? Thank you, Ty. Lazy, what is that? Is that a cat? What the hell is that? Is that a toilet? Was it shit? Did you flush it away? What happened? Those are the emojis I have here. Oh, okay. Story prompt. A desperate man puts his meager life savings on a sure to win horse in a race. It comes in last. Okay. You gave me the, pretty much gave me the whole story, but I will try to make this interesting. It looks like a seal to you. It's a cat, it is a cat. Okay. All right, so let's work on John's story prompt. And that's why I'm using StreamYard today instead of anything else. So I can put these up there. I should have put Ishmael's up there, but here we go. A desperate man puts his meager life savings on a sure to win horse in a race. It comes last. Okay. That's why I'm going to start. Instead of that being the full story, that's where I'm going to start the story. So you have a man, let's call him John. So John is sitting at home with his race ticket. Do we, hang on, let's make it in public. Let's make it in public. Okay, so let's start at the end. All right. So you have John. John is sitting in the stands and he's trembling. He's trembling. He's shaking, he's pouring sweat. Everyone else around him is having a great time. He has this ticket. Blue Boy is the name of the horse that he is bet on. Blue Boy is a sure thing. It's not going to pay out as much as maybe a lesser prospect, but he knows this is a guaranteed thing. He's going to win something. The problem is he's put his entire life savings on the line. Even though it's a sure thing, it's been things have been going bad recently. He's lost his job. He's lost his wife. His wife left him because he lost his job. He's going through it right now. Transmission's going out in his car. He's having a horrible time. He can't find work. So he decides to put every single last bit of his savings on this ticket. But Blue Boy ain't doing so well. Blue Boy seemingly has sprung his ankle on the third lap of the race. And it's trailing back, trailing back, trailing back. And the worst Blue Boy does, the worst off John has become. He's shaking. He's trembling. He's pouring sweat. And Blue Boy is just doing worse and worse, falling back, falling back from first place to second to ninth. Now all the way to 12th, he's in the last place. And then Jamaican roll goes across the finish line and wins the race. He does, Blue Boy, very last place. John doesn't know what he's going to do because now he doesn't have his rent money. He doesn't have anything. He can't even buy food. Every single last penny he had was put into this horse. John goes home to the home that he's gonna have at least for a couple more days before the eviction notice comes in. He's already three months behind in rent. He's already got a warning that if he doesn't pay by Tuesday, it's Sunday. It's race day. If he doesn't pay by Tuesday, then he has nowhere to go. As he's sitting at the house wondering what he's going to do, an advert, not an advert, a new story comes across the screen about how in the UK, they've been putting horses in their lasagna, horse meat in their lasagna. So he decides, you know what? I'm gonna get my revenge. Not only, I didn't even know you could eat horse meat and then the light bulb comes on. Like, I'm gonna eat the fucking horse that lost. So he starts devising his plan. He looks up on Google where this horse is normally, where its owner lives, so on and so forth. He makes this full plan. He looks up homemade tranquilizers. He looks up lock picking. He looks up everything he might need. Finally, the last day of his eviction. And he's gonna get kicked out. He leaves the house thinking he's never gonna return, but he's gonna have plenty of food from here on out. But the most important thing is he's going to have his revenge. He sneaks out. I don't know why he's sneaking out of his own house. Sorry, he leaves his house, locks it up for the last time, or doesn't lock it up because he's never coming back. So he travels two states over hitching rides because he has no money. He can't drive there, so he's hitching rides. Takes him a few days to get there. When he gets to the location of the person who owns the horse, he's expecting he's gonna need his backpack. So he brings his backpack. He has the knives. He has this homemade tranquilizer he cooked up in his bedroom. He has a change of clothes in case he gets bloody butchering the horse. He goes out there and he doesn't need any of it because the horse is standing in the front yard. No one else is around. Big ranch house in the back, open fields all the way around. He walks up to the horse. He goes, I don't think I can do this. The horse is just standing here. The horse is not my enemy. It was all my fault. What, why am I here? What have I done? I don't understand why I'm here. And that's when the horse says, it was an inside job. John, John Shakespeare says it goes, fucking, what are you, Mr. Ed? You're not talking, obviously I'm losing my mind. The horse repeats itself. You can see the lips moving, the teeth moving, perfectly articulated. It was an inside job. But what are you talking about? What do you mean it was an inside job? That nobody knew I was doing this except for my wife and she's not talking to me anymore. The horse doesn't answer the question but it does repeat. It was an inside job. Like who, give me some more information. Is that all you can say? That it was an inside job? Give me some more information. John at this point, if he hasn't lost his mind already, he is now losing his mind. There's a talking horse. He's broke. He's hungry. He has no out here. And now he's trespassing on some stranger's property and there's a fucking horse talking to him. So John leans in and he goes, please, tell me what I'm supposed to do. And the horse goes, it was an inside job. John loses his shit and starts screaming, tell me who it was. If you know so much, if it wasn't an inside job, tell me who did it. Was it my wife? And the horse goes, hey, it was an inside job. John losing his mind at this point decides he needs to get the hell out of there. He decides he's gonna get back, he just walked down the street and get back to hitching. So he's walking away and behind him, he can hear the clop, clop, clop of the horse who's as the horse is following him off of the property. It's like, okay, he turns around, he goes, okay, fine. What do you want? I can't do it. I feel like I'm losing my mind here. I can't take you home. I don't even have a home. The horse leans in, right into his ear and goes, it was an inside job. John freaks out. So Ty, stop saying it, stop saying it. I don't have anything. I'm at the bottom of my bucket here. I don't have anything. I'm at rock fucking bottom. And all you can say to me is it was an inside job. What am I supposed to do about that? Horse leans in again. It was a, John lose this shit, slaps the horse across the face, takes his backpack, hits the horse up inside the head with the damn thing. He's like, just leave me alone. And he takes off running. Of course, you hear behind him, not you, but he hears behind him, the horse is chasing it. He can't outrun a horse. So he stops, he turns around, he goes, stop following me. I don't know what to do. I don't know what you want. The horse leans in, John pushes him away. I know, I know it was an inside job. What am I supposed to do with that information? The horse just sits there, stands there, just staring at him. John sighs, puts his backpack back on and begins walking down the street again. But this time he doesn't hear the, he doesn't hear the clomping of hooves. But he stops and he turns around and he sees the horse walking back to the property. Not knowing what else he's going to do, he decides to keep walking. And as he's walking, something occurs to him. It was an inside job. John thinks about this. John wonders, inside job, how could it have been an inside job? And he realizes it. It finally occurs to him what the horse has been trying to tell him. He turns around, he starts walking back. The horse has stopped at the mailbox of the property and it's just standing there. So John comes up and he leans in and he goes, was it you? The horse shakes its head. John goes, was it your owner? The horse, once again, shakes its head. Then John, not knowing what else to do, just sits down up against the mailbox and starts crying. He realizes that he still has the play bill, the bill they give you when you go to the track with the names of all the horses on it. And he's going down and he sees Blue Boy and he sees Jamaican, whatever. He sees all these different names. But there at the end is a horse named Inside Job. John thinks, could this be what the horse is talking about? But then he remembers very specifically that earlier in the day, they called out a replacement for Inside Job. It never occurred to him before, but he had heard that before. Inside Job won't be joining us today. In his place is Jamaican, whatever it was. So Jamaican, whatever it was, was the horse that took over for Inside Job. But none of this makes sense. Not a single thing of it makes sense. So John stands back up and goes, was it the other horse? Why, what does the other horse have to do with me? The horse leans in and says, it was an Inside Job. No help whatsoever. So John starts doing some research. He goes, he walks away, he leaves, he goes to the public library and he pulls up who owns Inside Job. Come to find out his ex-wife owned Inside Job. But that is not the most important part of this. She has also now updated her Facebook status as to starting a new relationship and who other than Inside Job is the relationship. She was fucking the horse. She left him for the horse. No. I know y'all are expecting something awesome. But no, that's it. She was fucking the horse. The horse couldn't make it because the horse was with her and they were on their honeymoon. Hang on, all right. Title, Eating Blue Boy. Yeah, there you go. All right, that's the best I could do with that one. I was trying to go someplace weird, but I was like, I have no idea where the fuck this is going and I'm sure you guys could tell, but that's how it goes. Oh my God. She was cheating on him with the horse the whole time. All right, a child thinks he has two moms, good mom and a bad mom. Ooh, this one might get a little dark, but I think that's what you want, right, cat? All right, so hang on, let me turn my air down some. All right, mother, choos, choo, choo, choo. That last story would take some hell of a fight to editing, but I could figure it out if I had more time, but there you go. There's the unedited version. Okay, so a child thinks she has two moms, good mom and bad mom. Okay, let's call her Jessica. So little Jessica is nine years old and little Jessica gets picked on in school all the time for having two moms. It gets so bad that the teacher has to step in. It's like, we have to be respectful. Not every family looks the same. Some families are blended. Some families have just a mom or just a dad. Some families have two dads, two moms or a mom and a dad. Some situations are even more complicated than that, children. We can't pick on Jessica for having two moms. So Jessica is, time goes by and there's a bring your parents to school day. So Jessica decides that she is going to bring who she considers her good mom to the show and tell, right? So good mom comes in, let's call her Mary. Mary is Jessica, one of Jessica's moms. Mary sits down in front of the class and introduces herself saying, hello, children. My name is Mary and I am Jessica's mother. The hands just automatically shoot up. The hands shoot up. So the mother, before she can get anything else out, decides, okay, let's see what the kids have to say. So Mary points to one kid and says, what's your question? I haven't even gotten started, but what's your question? The kid goes, why'd you marry another woman? And Mary frowns and goes, I don't think that's appropriate to be talking about with the group of kids. So she points to another one and said, what's your question? Why isn't it appropriate? The teacher said that it's just a normal family like everyone else's. And Mary says, well, we don't talk about those things in our house, it's just how it is. So the hands are still up. She points to this little boy and little boy goes, but why don't you have a husband? How did you have a baby if you don't have a husband? The mother, Mary, again, is like, I'm not going to talk about this. Do you have any questions that don't revolve around this one? Another hand comes up. So she points like, okay, is it about why our household is the way it is? And the little girl goes, no, not really. Why couldn't your wife be here today? And once again, Mary's starting to get upset. She's like, listen, I am not going to be talking about how we do these things as a family. Do you understand? I am not going to be talking about this. Then the teacher steps in, because the teacher, Ms. Jones, Ms. Jones can tell that Mary is becoming agitated. And of course, she believes that it's because she does not want to talk about these awkward conversations with children, which she respects, of course. So Ms. Jones addresses the class and says, okay, children, all right, just no more questions about their living situation. You can ask anything else, but you cannot ask about Jessica's two moms. And it goes on and Mary tells this story about where she works. She is a psychologist that helps people and the hands go up. Normal questions start filtering in and Mary believes that it's going the right direction, finally. Jessica, of course, is very happy now because now they're talking about something different than the two moms situation. Time goes by and we're hitting the end of the class. Tomorrow is gonna be another kid and their parents are gonna get a chance and so on and so forth. So finally, Brandon, who sits in the back of the class, everybody knows Brandon is a little hellion. He's an absolute menace. Brandon raises his hand and Mary not thinking anything. It's here at the end. Let's just get the one question. Brandon's been quiet the entire time. She doesn't know Brandon from Adam, but she sees Jessica cringe when she points to Adam and tells him to talk. And even Ms. Jones is like, Brandon, be nice. So automatically, Mary is already like delving into a paranoia, thinking that Brandon is gonna say something bad. Brandon drops his hand and he goes, I don't think two women should be married. Mary begins to change. She begins to grow inward and her face crinkles up and her eyes impossibly begin to change color. They go from a hazel green to this dark, dark, almost purple color. She's looking out. Mary now looks out at these children through a glaze of red. The class immediately falls silent. Even Ms. Jones, who's standing off to the side, is clutching her chest, not understanding what's going on. Brandon, in the back, starts to push his desk backward. Even though he's already at the back of the class, he starts to push his desk backward. And you hear uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh. And all faces turn to look at what Brandon's doing. Problem is, Brandon is not moving his desk. The desk is moving and Brandon, confused and scared, has his arms and his legs up and he shrieks, I'm not doing this. The faces slowly turn back to look at Mary, but it's not Mary anymore. It's a hellish creature, large, glistening fangs, solid purple eyes, hair like snakes, talons, nine inch talons on both hands. All the children start to get up and take off for the doors. And little Jessica sitting there going, oh no, mom's here, the end. How was that? How was that? I couldn't think of what the kid to say, but you know, it's like, those are the two moms. The two moms are in the one, you get it? Okay, there you go. Yeah, having an affair with a horse makes slightly more sense that the horse can talk though. True, true, true. All right, how was that one? Y'all don't have beavers. So well, I mean, some of you do, but thumbs up and thumbs down, how was that one? I'm still thinking the first one was the best one of the day though. Yeah, I loved it, thanks Eve. All right, cool. Thank you, Cat. Ugh, this is exciting. Like I can see it all in my head. I wish I could give you a view into my head because the weight that these stories are happening is far more visual than what I'm giving you guys. Like I even see on the, and I should do this when we do this. I should do this, like explain what's on the walls. Like I can see like, have a good day poster with a rainbow on it. I can see a grade board with certain, and that's how you would build up that, the kids without like giving the kids character development. Like you would have Brandon with absolutely no stars. You would have Jessica with like a couple gold stars, so on and so forth. That's what I would do if I were writing this, but telling it, it's gonna be much different telling it because I'm gonna be stumbling all over my words. Just great, thanks Ishmael. That's the story I wrote too. Now they have to meet bad mommy. Yours was good. Thank you, Lazy. That suggestion is based on a true story, really. Cool, cool, cool. You wanna tell us about it? But that's a really, I also didn't wanna say the other mother. I didn't wanna do that, because that's Coraline. Thanksy, it is truly impressive. I appreciate it. That second story was terrible. I'm not gonna lie. The second story, I couldn't figure out how to place together, you know, I went down one road, which was the, it was an inside job, and I was like, how the hell am I gonna make this work? You know, either it's the owner or it's the horse, but also I wanted to go down a road where the horse kinda owned itself and owned all the property. And that was probably, that probably would have been a better story, but I didn't know how to make that work either. Oh, your mom, okay, gotcha. Yeah, I kinda figured that's where it was going. Like as soon as you mentioned that, I was like, okay, this is a child that, you know, good mom, bad mom is the same person. That's why I wanted to take the left turn and make it seem like it was a two mom situation. But yeah, so anyways, I'm glad you liked it. I'm glad you liked it. And I'm sorry if you went through anything bad because of that. My wife, her grandmother had schizophrenia and one of the most traumatized, one of her biggest triggers is the sound of the slippers and the pop as they hit the foot. She could, her grandmother would literally walk up and down the halls at night, just kind of roaming and she could hear the slippers, that sound. So she doesn't like when anybody in the house wears slippers. I mean, we do, we wear flip flops sometimes, but we were more conscious of it because of that. And she has some pretty terrifying fucking stories of her grandmother just standing outside of her room, like the bathroom light would be on and there would be a strip of light underneath the door, but you could see the two, the shadows of the two feet. Yeah, this is pretty awful stories. I used to pray every night for God to send good mom, oh, damn, that's heartbreaking. And that's, that would be not to make light and make fiction of your real story, your lived experience. But that would be a great opening line. I used to pray every night for God to send good mom the next day. That's how I would start that. That would be a perfect opening line. Also, if you guys wanna take any of these stories, these are just one-offs. If you guys wanna write these stories yourself, you have 100% my permission because they're your prompts. I don't care, I'm not gonna use them for anything, unless you guys really wanna read the finished story, I'll write them. But yeah, that's what a, it's free, whatever you want. Whatever I say here, you guys can use for your own stuff. But is your mom okay now or has she passed? If you don't wanna talk about this stuff, Kat, you don't have to say anything. But now you have, now my interest is peaked, oh. All I see on my end, Kat is an oh. So I had a landlady like that. She lived in the other side of the duplex and walked around the house day and night in a white dress, like a ghost checking for fires. Wow. Yeah, of course, the twist or that, like a right turn with that kind of story, I know it actually happened to you, Lazy. But a right turn, of course, is, she is actually a ghost, right? Like that would be the right turn. When I talk about right turns and left turns and how my stuff is all left turns, what I would do is, of course, everybody is going to think at the end of that story or a fire eventually happens, of course. You know, that kind of thing. Those are right turns for me. Anyways, if you're just joining us, I am here telling stories based on your prompts, so please give me a prompt and I will try my damnedest to make a full story from beginning to end. It might not go great, but we'll try. Oh, okay. Damn, that's some hard shit, Kat. I'm glad you made it through it and I wish you nothing but the best. Yeah, but you'd see her drift past. Oh, no, no, like looking out at your spyglass or whatever, you'd see this like, ooh. Thinking of a story on the fly is not an easy task. To me, see, the problem with me is I try to take, so many left turns that like when I was thinking of the inside job thing, like having the horse, having the horse be the one that owns the property, I thought I kind of gave that away by saying, the only thing out there was the horse, the house and the property, there's no other horses, you couldn't see anybody. I thought that was going to be obvious, even though it's a horse and horses don't own property, you know, that kind of thing. But anyways, yeah, I don't necessarily, I think I tend to write myself into corners too much, trying to make those left turns, but for the most part, it comes kind of easy for me. Yeah, exactly, yeah, you're right Ishmael, yeah. Oh, thanks, I think most people who love horror have gone through, oh, definitely, yeah, we're all traumatized and I think a lot of it has to come from the comfort of it not being us in the situation, you know? I'm pretty sure you'd agree with that if you don't let me know, but I think it's because we are traumatized and we've had such an awful time, we find not shouldn't Freud, but we find comfort knowing that other people are going through things maybe worse than us, drastically worse than us. It's the same thing with roller coasters, we take those risks because there is that slightest chance that we might be injured, that we might die, but it's safe enough that we can trust it and remove ourselves from the drama of life or give ourselves some kind of control over death, you know, that kind of thing. Oh, I wrote a story like this, yeah, yeah. A horror author is on his way to a convention on a stormy night and sees a hitchhiker that looks a lot like a character in one of his novels. What they say about poetry, strong emotions remembered in tranquility. Ooh, ooh, that's good. I like that. I like that a lot. All right, so we got another story to tell. This one is from John Smith. A horror author is on his way to a convention on a stormy night and sees a hitchhiker that looks like a character in one of his novels. These are great prompts, by the way. Every single one of these prompts has been absolutely amazing. Hey, Hailey, how you doing? Okay, so we have an author named Fred. Fred, driving along, it's pitch black outside. You can't really see anything. He's out in the middle of the wilderness. He's traveling from his city home to a convention that's out pretty much in the middle of nowhere, outdoor event. He's supposed to be there the next morning to set up his table and everything. So he's on his way to the hotel to get a hotel. And it's still gonna be a pretty good drive from the hotel to the convention the next day. He wants to get some sleep and everything before he has to continue on. Though he's driving down to give William Wadsworth his credit, was that William Wadsworth? All right, anyway, let's get back to the story. So he's tooling along and for specific reasons, he's wearing a blue shirt that has the cover of his first novel on it. And on the back, because if you're gonna have the cover on the front, you gotta have the author pick on the back, right? So he's got the author pick on the back of his shirt. He knows what he's wearing, of course. Driving down completely black. The only thing he can see is what's in his headlights. He can't even, he looks out to the side and he can see a little bit of the glow from the headlights, but it's pretty much pitch black out there. He can't see beyond the tree line. Up ahead, he sees the tell-tale silhouette of someone in the distance. And as he's getting closer, he starts to slow down. It's a very thin road. It's not a rural road, but it still, it doesn't have like a breakdown lane. It just ends right there and the scrub and the trees start. So he sees the guy and he's pretty much in the road. So he starts to slow down and he's going to, he puts on his hazard, he's gonna go around the guy and his plan is to go around the guy, roll down his window and ask him if he's all right. But the closer he gets, even as he's pulling to try and go around him, he notices that the guy is wearing a shirt with his picture on the back. He's like, oh, this must be a fan. How weird of a coincidence that, you know, maybe he's walking to the convention. I'm gonna stop and ask this guy what, if he needs a ride. He's obviously going to see me. I'm gonna be nice to him. So on and so forth. So on and so forth. I told myself I wasn't gonna do that, but anyways. So he pulls over, he rolls down the window and he's half expecting to see his own face for whatever reason, because the guy's dressed exactly like him. He's got on the blue shirt, he's got the cover, but his face is cut off by the top of the window. Like he hasn't dipped down to look inside yet, but Fred can see the cover of his book through the window, but the guy has the gnarled, grizzled hands, broken knuckles, all that stuff, healed over wounds from what he can only assume is multiple bar fights and, you know, violent encounters. And he's thinking that also looks very, very familiar. So he goes, hey buddy, come on, come on down here. You need a ride? And he hears this voice that he has heard in his head over and over and over again. No pal, I'm all right. And a name instantly pops in to Fred's head. He's like, no, no, no, no, that's not. And even as he's thinking this, he hears his own inner voice, which is not his voice, not his speaking voice. It's what he calls the narrator's voice. And he has written 22 novels, all based on this one character. And this is the voice in his head that tells that story. Every time he sits down to write, he hears that voice telling the story and he's just writing it. In fact, in some of his interviews, he said, I don't write these books, they just come to me, they come out of nowhere. Stephen King once famously said that writers are not writers, they are archeologists. Those bones have already been there. We just have to dig them up. It's one of Fred's favorite quotes. But none of this is making sense because the voice in his head now belongs to the voice of this person whose face he cannot see. Finally, Fred says, hang on, man. Go ahead, I changed my mind. Just keep walking. I don't feel comfortable anymore. And that's when the guy leans down into the window, crosses his arms and looks directly at Fred. Fred shrieks. He can't believe what he's seeing. He slams his foot down on the gas and the car revs, he has it in part. So he goes to switch gears and the hitchhiker, well, the guy out in the road grabs his hand and keeps him from shifting the gear. And with the other hand, reaches in, turns off the car, throws the keys over his shoulder. He is now stuck out in the middle of nowhere with a very familiar face and an even more familiar voice. Fred doesn't know what to do. Fred knows he needs to get out of this situation, but he has his hand clamped. Oh, he doesn't have the keys for his car anymore and his hand is clamped down on the shifter. He can't do anything. He can't move it. And here is the main character of 22 novels staring back at him. The face that Fred has seen in his head every time he sits down at a computer, every single time he sits down to write, it's this face doing the things in the book. It's this voice narrating the story in his head. And he can't do anything about it. He can't move. He fights for his life, this character, he knows how strong this character is. He understands how brutal this hitman character is. I'm trying to think of it, I literally just got a panda fucker. That's what I do when I can't think of another name. Panda fucker is the character until we figure out a name, panda fucker. Literally, literally, that's what I do when I'm writing. When I can't think of a name, I type in panda fucker and then I go control F and find all the panda fuckers and replace it with the name. Anyways, continuing on. So Fred looks panda fucker directly in the eyes and asks him what he wants. And he goes, I want you to stop writing. Fred kind of relaxes. He's like, is that it? Panda fucker says, you've put me through so much. I didn't want any of this. The hand on his hand begins squeezing tighter and tighter. The fear is coming back. Fred still doesn't really know what to do in this situation. He thought he was fine and that panda fucker wanted out to be the end of it. But no, there is violence in panda fucker's eyes. He's squeezing so hard that Fred can feel the bones in his hands grinding together. You can hear it grinding together. He shouts, let go of me. Panda fucker, let's go. He backs up. He straightens up. The head once again disappears above the window frame. He can no longer see him. And he's looking at the cover of the book on panda fucker's shirt. And it is no longer the same cover. It is a news article. Celebrated author found dead in his car en route, whatever route they're on. Panda fucker backs away into the darkness. Fred sighs in relief. That was, oh, that was scary. I don't know, I don't know. I don't know what just happened, but I can go now. Like, no, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. The keys, the keys, I gotta find the keys. So he decides to get out of the car and go look for the keys. He realizes he can't see in the dark. So he goes back, he gets his cell phone. He turns on his flashlight and he's looking around down there on the ground. He can't find them anywhere. They could be anywhere. It's a whole fucking forest. He can't find it and panda fucker's gone. He doesn't know where he is. He hears an engine coming along. So he's like, okay, maybe this guy has a flashlight or something and he can help me find my keys. So he starts waving down the person who's coming, hoping they see him out in the middle of the road. His car's still sitting there in the wrong lane. He's trying to wave him down, but the car is getting faster and faster and faster instead of slowing down. At the last minute, John jumps out of, not John, sorry, Fred jumps out of the way, but the car swerves and hits him. Sends him flying into a tree where he is wrapped around, he hits the tree sideways and is literally bent around the tree in his last moments. Fred looks up and he's dying and he sees the car has stopped down the road apiece. Someone is getting out and he's fading. It's getting darker and he sees panda fucker standing there in the glow of the brake lights, pointing to the license plate. Not only is the license plate Fred's license plate, but it's also his car. Dun, dun, dun. Wasn't a very good journalist. Okay, all right. I'll applaud me for the story even ended up, hang on, before the story even ended. Thank you, Hailey. Let's see here, let's see here. All right, next one we have, oh, Lord, it came from her womb. All right, let's call it Catherine. This is a story about Catherine, right? So Catherine with a C, not to be confused with anyone else, okay? All right, it came from her womb. So Catherine has missed her period. She has not had sex in years. It's been, it's voluntary celibacy. Her last boyfriend was not the best. Very aggressive individual, very controlling. So she left him and he took it pretty well. There was really no issue there, but the point is she has not had sex and she has missed her period. So a month goes by and she takes a pregnancy test because she knows, you know, women's bodies, they go through things, stress can delay a period. Any number of things can fuck up your cycle. So she waits another month and her, you know, the day of Aunt Flo's visit passes one more time. She's like, I probably should go get a test. So she goes down and she gets a test. She takes it, comes back negative, okay? She doesn't have any, she's also in her in her early 30s. It can't be menopause, you know? So another month goes by and she's looking in the mirror one morning and she sees the smallest bump. There's like some, she is obviously pregnant, obviously. So she decides to take another pregnancy test. She buys another one, brings it home, takes it. That one's negative two. Fast forward to a week later, she's like, well, I'm loving the fact that I don't have to spend money on pads and you know, I'm loving not having the cramps and everything, but there's something going on. So I had to go to the doctor. So she finally goes to her OBGYN. It's a lady doctor and she looks in there and she goes, well, she does the blood test and everything. Everything comes back negative. She goes, you know what? You might have a fibroid tumor. So we're gonna have to go in and check you out and give you a pelvic exam. So they get her feet up in the stirrups and she goes in and there's dead silence down there. The doctor is down there for a good two minutes before Catherine can't take any more. She finally like, what do you see? And the doctor looks up and says, I don't see anything. There's nothing in there. Well, what about this bump? That's the thing, I can't find anything. So it might be something not having to do with your reproductive system. It might be something growing between the skin and your uterus or something in there that I can't get to from this point of view, right? So Catherine says, what do we do about it? I don't really wanna have surgery if you can't find anything. And the doctor says, I think it would be best if we run some more tests. So they run the whole gambit of test, CBC, Kim 12, all the stuff, they run everything. She comes back completely normal. There's no cancer markers. There's no issues whatsoever. She is a perfectly healthy individual, but there's nothing inside of her. Yet the belly bump keeps getting bigger and bigger and bigger. Seven months goes along. Eight months, going into the ninth month, she starts having what she feels are contractions. So she goes to the emergency room. They ask her, how long have you been pregnant? She's like, I'm not pregnant. We don't know what's wrong with me, they're coming in waves. It's coming in waves. I don't know. And ladies that calm down, it might just be Braxton Hicks. No, it can't be Braxton Hicks because I'm not pregnant. There's nothing in me. So the ER doctor, not believing her, decides to go down and do a pelvic exam also. And the doctor that goes down there comes up saying the same thing. There's nothing in your womb. There's nothing in your, there's nothing there. It's just dead space. Nothing's different. It's not in gorge, it's not red. There's nothing wrong with you. So finally he's like, okay, look, this is what we're going to do. We're going to take you to the OR. We are going to cut you open. I know you don't want surgery. I know you don't want anything invasive, but we have to do this for your own safety. They go in, do the surgery. She wakes up several hours later. She wakes up in the maternity ward. She can see the blues and the pinks and it's a boy and it's a girl and all this stuff sitting all around her. The way they've decorated the maternity ward, she knows she's in the maternity ward. Nurse in pink scrubs comes in, introduces herself and says, you are in the maternity ward and your baby is in the, I can't remember what it's called, not holding area, but anyways, your baby's in a crib just across the way. Would you like to come see it? Automatically, Catherine, because she's been through all of this, notes that the woman, what the woman is saying is bothering her for a very specific word. It's one word that she's saying. It's like, come see it, come see it. It, it, it, it echoes in Catherine's mind. It, come see it, see it, it, it, come see it. So Catherine says, I don't, I don't wanna see it. The nurse says, you have to come see your baby, you have to name it and every, you got, would you like me to bring it to you? Finally, Catherine loses it and says, why do you keep calling it, why do you keep calling my baby it? And the nurse goes pale and says, I'm sorry, maybe, maybe, maybe I misspoke. Would you like to see your baby? No, you've been calling it it this whole time. What's wrong with my baby? The nurse goes, calm down, calm down. No, I wanna know. That's when everything goes to shit. Other nurses come in because they're hearing the screaming. One of them brings howl doll, they sedate her. Catherine is out. So she sleeps and she has this dream, one of the same dreams that she would, that she'd have when she was pregnant, not pregnant, whatever the hell she was in, she kept having this dream that something alien was growing inside her, something with tentacles and teeth and the ugly creature. And that's where the it has come from. That's the it that is scaring her. She wakes up the next morning to find another nurse, this one in purple scrubs, standing there holding a bundle in her arms. The nurse says, would you like to see your baby? First thing out of Catherine's mouth is what's wrong with my baby? Nothing's wrong, perfectly healthy. Is it a boy, is it a girl, what is my baby? Well, it's a little more complicated than that. I just want to see my baby, please just give me my baby. Well, see the thing, I can't just give you the baby because we're not entirely sure that it's not dangerous. What the fuck do you mean not dangerous, Catherine screams? Like, well, we've never actually seen anything like this before, but we do hear about it quite often about women having dreams like this. So automatically Catherine's like, oh my God, it's some Cthulhu monster that has come out of me. What is wrong with the baby, Catherine asks? Like, well, it's probably best if I show you, says the nurse. She pulls back the cloth and it is her ex abusive boyfriend as a baby. I told you not to leave me, bitch. There you go. That's the best I got for that one. Right from the POV of a cloud. The concept of water having memories is a theme. Okay, I know there's, oh fuck no, that is terrifying, the baby. All right, hang on, hang on, hang on. Let's do this one. I think I can do this one pretty quick. And then I gotta take a break. When I come back, I'll start right where I left off, okay? All right, so right from the POV of a cloud, the concept of water having memories is the theme. I used to be a lake. I used to be a stream, a current. I used to have kids swimming in me during summer vacation. I used to outgrow my banks whenever it rained. I used to find joy in the fishies swimming around inside my body. I missed that. I missed the feeling of community, the feeling of connectedness. I miss, I miss the sun. I miss the sun gleaming down on me and sending diamonds across my surface. But then the big one came through. They called it an F-5. And it destroyed all of the buildings around me. Took all of the trees, the grass, the dirt and flung it way up high. And everything but me came back down. I can see my home, my used to be home. I can see the muddy depths that I once covered like a mother swaddling a child. I can see the trail that the hurricane carved into my brother earth. I can even see where they found the bodies, the bodies that I had covered so, so blessedly. The bodies weren't always there. Someone put them there and I kept them like a collection because they weren't offering to me. But now here I am way, way up in this prison I don't know when I will ever be let go. I did not kill those people. I do not deserve this sentence. I was not an accessory. I took care of them. I slowed the rot, the decomposition with my cool, cool body. I preserved what evidence I could but there's the nature of me is chaotic. And now I'm trapped in this prison hoping to one day be released. That day is today. I'm falling, falling, falling. What a freeing feeling this is, this falling that will not last forever. This fleeting feeling of being on the move. As the wind rushes by me. It's getting, it's getting awfully close and I'm awfully cold and is that a, is that a mountain? Is that a, oh, I can't breathe. I can't. If you don't know, he became snow. How is that? I'm gonna have to steal that, use panda fucker when I can't think of a name, names are hard. They are, yeah. I can't stop thinking about Brandon has no stars. That'd be a good title. That'd be a really, really good title. Ooh, the fly part. Story prompt. All right, I'm gonna get to your story when I get back. The baby, hang on. Uh, the noise at the end, yeah. Clouds are river spirits, hell yeah. Oh, this is beautiful. You need to publish this. It's so much more than I could ever have imagined. Thank you. That was gorgeous. Thank you. Thank you, Kat, thank you. It is the title, is it the title? Cool, I'm glad it's the title. All right, okay. So when I get back, I'm gonna do John's story. So y'all talk amongst yourselves. Have a good time. I already have it stuck up here. When I come back, we're doing an old school bank robber is unable to make a living in the modern digital age. I got a great story for this. I already have ideas cooking, but I'm gonna ease muses. Y'all are my muse. You're the ones giving me the prompts. That's on you guys. I got the easy part. That was wonderful. Thanks, John, appreciate it. All right, let me go. I'll be back. I don't think I can, yeah, I don't have an image to put up. So just let anybody know who comes into chat that I'll be back in about 10, 15 minutes, okay? Ogily-nogily, get outta here, Skeeter. What y'all been talking about? Okay. Alec, how you doing? How you doing? Okay, so let's get back up here to... She can totally get a prevention on him now. As a baby, that's awesome. Okay, let's see here. He will be back in about 10 minutes. So grab some snacks. Yes, yes, yes. All right. Okay, that's a lot of talking. So we're just gonna jump into this. And I didn't even think about it while I was out on break. So let me read this again, because I already forgot. I'm doing good, really good. I'm so covered in mosquito bites. That sucks. They don't like me. I haven't had a mosquito bite in years. It's rainy in Scotland, right? It's not snowy, I don't think. I don't know, but we'll, yeah. We want independence from England and Scotland. The only problem is our diplomats would be like, I don't say that word. That's one of the only words I won't say. But that's okay. Hey, Zeely, how you doing? All right, so let's jump back into this. Story prompt, an old school bank robber is unable to make a living in the modern age. All right, so let's do Bill. His name's William, but people call him Bill or Billy. He doesn't care too much for Billy, because he's in his 80s, and he just, it's too close to Billy the Kid. And in his profession, he really doesn't like sharing his accolades with anyone else. So he's just Bill the bank robber. So he's in his 80s, he's getting up there. He's so far up there that he's completely lost track of where in his 80s he is. He doesn't know if he's 81, 83, 87, 88. He has no idea. All he knows is that he's in his 80s. Shit, he might be in his 90s because he stopped paying attention and he stopped counting a long time ago. But here's the dilemma. Bill robbs banks nowadays, that's not so easy. Not too many banks keep too much cash on hand. And also they have this annoying ass feature where they can lock the doors on you and trap you in there. Now Billy, he's not the kind of guy that's going to, he's not into armed robbery. He's the type of guy to pass a note and say that he has a bomb on him. He doesn't actually have a bomb on him, but he's that kind of bank robber. And he's gotten away clean all these years. But now that with security cameras and face recognition technology and all this stuff, he doesn't even understand most of the ways that they can catch him. But he does listen to his true crime podcast and he does keep up with the news and all of his old friends are in prison for life. So he comes across a video on one of those new fangled apps that his grandkids told him to pick up. And he comes across his video of credit card skimmers. So he's like, man, I don't know how this is gonna work, but I'll try it. So he gets his grandson of all people. He's like, hey, I'm looking for a piece of technology. Where can I buy this? And the grandson is like 13, 14 years old. He's like, why? What do you need? What do you need? You gotta at least tell me what you need. He's like, I can't really tell you what you need, but I can explain it to you. It's a thing that reads, there's these little chips that, and then the grandson stops and says, grandpa, are you talking about a credit card skimmer? He's like, I don't know what it's called, but I'm researching these things because I don't want my information stolen. And you know me, I like reverse engineering things. So I wanna get one and see how these folks are doing this and whatnot. And grandson thinks about it and he goes, I don't know grandpa, I don't want you getting any trouble. He's like, if you can find this for me, I'll pay you $1,000, like $1,000 is, I can get myself a PlayStation 5 and a lot of games and grandpa is like, oh yeah, yeah, definitely. So grandpa bill, take care of you if you take care of grandpa bill, okay? So find me this device and we'll go from there. I'll get you $1,000. He goes, okay. So he buys, a package shows up in the mail about two weeks later and it's coming from a country he can't even pronounce. He has never even seen the name of this country. So he opens it up and he goes, okay. So I'm supposed to plug this thing. He's reading the instructions and you're supposed to put it up, you're supposed to put the device on top of whatever device you're trying to skim credit cards for. So he goes down to the local gas station and he asked the guy, hey, can you give me, I need a whole carton up there and Bill doesn't even smoke but he's like, I need a whole carton of those cigarettes up there on the top shelf. Can you get them for me? The guy was like, yeah, let me go get my stools. So he goes, the guy walks back into the back room and Bill just as easy as he can just slides the, snaps it on, he's like, I'm good to go. The guy comes back and Bill follows through. He buys the carton of cigarettes, walks outside, tosses them in the dumpster because he ain't gonna use them. So he gets in his car and he drives home and he downloads an app that the link was in the paperwork and the instructions. So he downloads that and he's just, he's getting people all day. He's sitting there just watching his account get higher and higher. Someone comes and fills up a boat and it's like that one alone is $250. And he's like, you know what? I bet you I could do better if I took it to other places and got more of them. So he calls his grandson back up. He's like, hey, Bill, junior, junior. I need another one of those machines that I'm broke this sum bitch. So the grandson's like, all right, well let me get you the information so you can order it for yourself. He goes, that's great. Thanks. And remember, don't tell your parents about this because I'm gonna be sending them some money and I want it to be a surprise. Grandson's like, okay, all right, fine. About that $1,000, grandpa's like, okay, I'm sorry, I forgot grandpa Bill sitting in the money right now. So he cash apps the kid $1,000. Fast forward a couple of weeks. His bank account, he's got these skimmers on a hundred different places by this time and he's making $100,000 a week. Easy, right off, you know, over and over and over again. So he's sending money to his kid and the grand kid and all that stuff, everybody is rolling in dough until all of a sudden the money stops across all accounts, all at the same time. So Bill's been spending this money because it's been coming in. So he's been spending this money and he's been throwing money away, just tossing it. He doesn't know what to do. He's got plenty of money in the bank but he also knows he bought new cars, new houses, all this stuff, he got all this stuff and now he doesn't know what to do with it. He's afraid he's gonna have to sell the new stuff. He's gonna have to ask for monetary help from his grandson, not his grandson but his kids. He doesn't know what to do. So he starts going back out and putting out more of these. He's buying more and more and more of them. He's putting them out and none of them are working anymore. Not a single one of them are working. So he calls up his grandson and he goes, you know that I couldn't really figure out these machines and I bought a couple of them and I broke all of them and I'm running out of money but then his grandson stops and he's like, grandpa, stop, stop. He goes, what's the deal? He goes, you know, that those, it was a scam site. They don't actually do what they're meant to do. The grandfather says, Bill says, what are you talking about? You know, they were working and the grandson gets real quiet and he goes, how do you know they were working? Bill like, I'll call you back later and hangs up the phone. A couple of months go by, he's now, he doesn't have any of the money. Things have been happening behind the scenes that he wasn't expecting. All the money in his accounts now are dwindling. They're disappearing. All the money is going somewhere but not to him. He gets a phone call and the grandson said, hey, you see the new story about these machines? He goes, no, what are you talking about? So what they were doing was is they were selling these machines to people to scam other people. And they had this option, not option, this code written in there. After so long, all the money ends up going back to the people who sold the machine. So they have the money and they're all caught and no one knows exactly who they are but they know their location, whatnot. And then all of a sudden, there's a bunch of sirens in the background and grandpa's nervous and looks out the window. They are swat and everything outside of his house and they're coming for him. That's what I got, that's what I got. That's what I got for that one. All right, let's see here. Sorry, I probably missed everything. No, you didn't miss anything. In fact, I'm glad you missed the last story. It wasn't as good as some of the other ones. All right, now that I'm done with that one, let me tell you one of the main reasons why I wanted to do this. You know I always have an ulterior motive. You know I always have an ulterior motive. The main reason I wanted to do this is because I wanted to show people I knew some of these stories were gonna be bad. They're not all gonna be winners and that's the lesson for today. I just told you what, five, six different stories, something like that. I told you several different stories. How many of those stories do you think would be worthy of publication? Maybe one, maybe two, I'm thinking two, okay? But at the same time, at the same time, some of you enjoyed the ones that I didn't enjoy telling. Some of you enjoyed the ones that went how you expected, did not expect, so on and so forth. There's always gonna be someone out there, you're always gonna have fans, you're always gonna have detractors. Also, every story is worth completing. Every single one of them, whether they're good, bad, mid, whatever you wanna call it, every story is worth completing because you never know who's going to enjoy it. You are the worst, worst critic for your own stuff. Just tell the stories. Tell them, who cares if they're good or bad or otherwise, as long as you're not causing actual damage with your stories, tell your stories, tell it. You're gonna have maybe one, for me, it's pretty much like one out of every 10 stories, I write short stories are worthy, I think are worthy of publication. But whether or not I deem them worthy, I still submit those bad stories because I never know who's going to grab onto them. Now, there is something about, there is something to be said about taking pride in your work and having your favorites and wanting to do that. But also, when one story comes to a close, there's always another story out there. You just gotta find it. Sometimes it'll come to you, sometimes it won't. My point is, write the fucking stories. Shut the fuck up and write. Write the stories because someone out there is going to enjoy them. Someone out there will appreciate it even if it's just you. Bill the third, yeah. Ted, you know, it's an Ed Talk. It's a, that's what I think Todd Kiesling said. Thanks for coming to my Ed Talk. My favorite story out of the whole thing was probably the cloud. I think, I mean, as soon as Haley mentioned that, I saw it so clearly in my head. Oh, Bill Collectors. Who is it? Oh, this is a regular number this time. I love how things have changed in the digital age. Like, you'll get like phone calls from regular ass people wanting to collect like credit card bills and it comes up as a person, like their name because they're calling from home and whatnot. And that's how credit card companies have gotten around the, you being able to block their phone number because they have robo dialers. Not only that, it just makes up a store, not story but a phone number every time they call. But also they have individuals who work from home and then their name comes up and sometimes it comes up scam likely because they've called, they work for, you know, several different companies or whatever. Yeah. Yeah, just write it, exactly. Alec, 100%. Like Stephen King, just write it. Okay, blind bank robber. He probably could have gotten away here. A couple of older men tried to rob the bank here several years ago and got away on foot. The bank was a block away from the police station. Is this, is this a prompt or, I let them listen to cannibal corpses full volume. I don't get scam callers anymore, yeah. Is this a real story, a blind bank robber? Probably could have gotten away here. No, I thought so, that's crazy. A couple of older men tried to rob the bank here several years ago and got away on foot. The bank was a block away from the police station. That is crazy. Readers don't like blinds. What do you mean, Lazy? Is like, you can't write about blind people? I know readers don't like stuttering. Cops here couldn't catch a cold. I believe that. It's like when my credit card was stolen by a local, like a person right down the street from me because it went to their house instead of ours. The police here told me that I couldn't do anything. I couldn't press charges because the card wasn't, it was never activated. So they couldn't get them for fraud. But yet what I found online says that you can still get someone for fraud or credit card fraud or identity theft. You can still get them whether or not they get the money or not. But the cop here, Detective John of all people, the guy here said he couldn't do anything because they didn't actually steal anything. I was like, they stole my card. He's like, yeah, but the card doesn't belong to you until you activate it. Before that it belongs to the company. So they would have to press charges and they don't want to press charges. I'm like, what kind of fucking sense does that make? Hey, what up, Tony? Because it's icky, like, what are you talking about, Lazy? Anyways, Tony, how you doing? Oh, your little kitty jelly bean. Oh, is a cutie. I wanna see pictures. I wanna see videos is what I wanna see. Okay, that sucks about the card. It's been over a year now, but it's all right. She doesn't have eyes. I still wanna see her. That is the most precious thing. And her name's jelly bean. For fuck's sake, zoop. You gotta let me have, you got it. You got it. You got it, you son of a. Oh, hey, Ifa. Who's a good girl? Ifa, here, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty. Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty. Jelly bean, jelly bean. I'll try to get pictures of her. Thank you. I didn't wanna have to ask again. Remember, I have your address. I can just show up and take my own vision pictures. Boy, that was a threat. That was a threat. Tony, are you all right? Tony, did you have a stroke? I get what you're saying. Your entire wallet, you lost your wallet and you had to deactivate all the cards. I got that. She doesn't hold still for long enough? Okay, that makes more sense. Get a video. A video. Oh yeah, you're working with like a Nokia 900, right? What the hell, Tony? Are you a robot? I know what happens, because the same thing happens to nettles over on Discord. Some devices, like when you go try to delete, it doesn't actually delete, but it shows on your end that it deleted, but it didn't actually delete. So, you know, you're typing along and you think you're correcting yourself, but it just ends up sending everything. Tony just said no. Yes. Tony is a malfunctioning cyborg. She sat snoozing listening to you. Six-year-old track phone. I knew it was an old one. I knew you told me, because you posted other pictures, you were like pardon the potato I took this picture with or whatever. I always wondered what happens if you fail that you are a robot test online? No, it just doesn't let you in. That's it. That's all. Nothing happens. I've done it just goofing off several times. But then they let you do it again. All you gotta do is refresh the page. So, I guess I'm a robot now. You are not a robot, but I understand. It was fun, I was trying to read it. Yeah, some straight up blurry Bigfoot picture quality, yeah. They come and get you Alec. Ooh. Hey, that could be a story prompt. Someone fails. Oh, that's a really good story. Like an absurdist story. So, okay, let's do the story. So what happens in the story is someone is trying to get into their account online or whatever, and it asks them are you a robot? And they jokingly fail it, okay? So it says, let's say it's one of those ones. Click every box that has a traffic light in it, and you pick everything that has a traffic light. It says doesn't, but you pick everyone that has. And then you're laughing and whatnot. You click it as like, we will be with you shortly. And then suddenly someone knocks on the door kind of thing. And then you just run with it after that. You just, you know, they're being hunted down as a robot, but they're not actually a robot, but it's all because this is almost like an Anderson Prunty kind of a story where it's just absurdist, it'd be bizarro, that kind of thing. Yeah, that's a, I'm probably gonna write that at some point in time. My older cheaper phone took better pictures. That does happen. Yes. Oh, sorry. I was hoping for a weird crisis and a journey of discovery. It could very well happen. All right. So I think we're done. I'm not leaving just yet, but yeah. So, but like I said, you never know which story is going to mean something to someone. So just tell the stories. Tell all the stories and go, yeah. I like the idea that this is how he discovers he is a robot. I wouldn't do that side of it. I would do the whole fighting to prove that he's human. Just like a robot kind of deal. How a robot would have to prove their humanity. That he is in that same position and the whole theme is what makes you human. And that would be the theme that I would go down. I wouldn't, actually, I would think that readers would expect that ending. So I would definitely go down the line of thematic elements instead and I would do playing with the idea of humanity. Like what makes you human? How can he prove that he is human? Go back and reread Tony's. I had to, I had, I had to, I had, it's, I know, I read it a couple times. There are so many goosebumps like that. That reminded me of the short movie he was going to film about how ninjas were going to go after a guy because he pulled the do not remove tag off a mattress. Yeah, there's a lot of stuff like that. It's a very played out trope but I think, I think there's still, there's still stuff in there. All right, here we go. Hold up, hold up. We got, we, I got to, I got to show you something. A new, a new, a new Haley just dropped. All right, let's do this. All right, I don't know if you're going to get sound. So if you don't, I apologize, but. He listened to him. Some devices like in the middle of the evening. Oh, he's such a pretty cutie. Yo, baby is famous. Look at the tail just slowly. Ooh, I love you, mama. I love you. That is awesome. It's such a cutie pie. Such a cutie pie. Oh yeah, that's a good one. That's a good one. Toe beans, toe beans. All right, yeah, what makes a human? If it is indistinguishable to humans and to robots, then they are essentially the same, yeah. Looks like your cat donut. Awesome. Yeah, best kitty ever. Yeah, demon could never. When demon's asleep and you touch her, it's claws. I think demon had a lot of traumatizing shit happen to her before she came to us because her tail's broken. So her tail doesn't move on its own and she drags it behind her. And so anytime she gets startled, it's all claws and teeth. She's like a fucking hurricane when she gets startled. So, but LD, lesser demon, LD for some odd reason is the exact opposite. They were both feral cats that just showed up about five years apart, but LD is just so nice and loving. We always worry about him being outside, but he won't stay inside. Do androids dream of electric sheep? Is that Asimov or is that Dick? Philip K. Dick or, I think that's Asimov, right? He's the one who did the three rules. Yep, made it into Blade Runner. I knew that. It is Philip K. Dick. Okay, gotcha. That's that good Dick. That's that good D. Philip K. Dick, what's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? I have a few of his books too. Check this out. Never read the guy, The Out of Joint and Confessions of a Crap Artist. So this one right here is pretty much my whole fucking career. The novel, A Speaker for the Dead, also has a theme of what it means to be sentient. There is an AI that has become sentient and explores the alien race, the piggies. Yeah, I don't like science fiction, so I've never gotten into any of those guys, but I told a friend that I had never read Philip K. Dick and he sent me a bunch of books. That's why I have them on my shelf. Asimov was iRobot, yeah. I always get those two guys confused. Yeah, that's my buddy's favorite book by him. Ubik, the three-stick mod is his second favorite book. So that's cool. But yeah, Ubik, he's been trying to get me to buy that one for ages and I'm like, Bruh, I can barely, Ubik is on an Audible? I have an Audible credit. Yeah, I got three credits available before my card got cut off. Is this, I hope this is unabridged. Hang on, there's two different versions. I'm trying to make sure I don't have, this one's eight hours and 23 minutes. I don't know which one of these is, oh, that's in Spanish, hang on, that's why. Unabridged, all right, so I'm gonna grab this one. All right, I got it. This one, the skeleton, the skeleton on your left looks so happy, yeah. That's why I have him over there. And then this one over here is having a really bad day. This one over here is roasting this one right here. Happy skeleton. Not sure why Sci-Fi has all the best covers. Oh, come on, fantasy. You got a, you got a, and fantasy and 80s and 90s horror. I like Sci-Fi, just didn't care for the foundation trilogy, fair enough. Yay, you're about to enter the weird mind of Philip K. Dick. Yay, good ol' K. Dick, brain melt. He's like, usually I'm in a box if it's not hooked over. Yeah, that's a good one, lazy. It's like the happy, sad mass in theater, but it's a skull and a full skeleton. Yeah, he's happy because he's got his whole fucking body and he's happy because he doesn't even have a fucking, he's unhappy because he doesn't even have a lower jaw. I like some Sci-Fi, but the better question is, what don't I read? That's very true, very true. Trying to see if there's a omnibus of all of the NK Jemisin books, because I'm only reading like 10 pages a day and it's getting kind of old. He's seeing the world outside of October. I try to read everything, which is both a blessing and a curse, definitely, yeah. Hi, I'm still trying to find the obelisk gate. Oh, this one is a trilogy for $22. What about aid books? Let's check out aid books, see if I can find this. Great, googly moogly, these things are expensive. Hydrate, yeah, everybody hydrate. I started reading Heart Shape Box again. I'm about halfway through. I really, really enjoyed that book. Like, should I waste time reading James Patterson in a novel which won the Pulitzer? Yeah, why not? Hey, fair enough, that's what you like, go for it. Great, googly moogly, that thing is juicy. Damn, you can't even, you can't get these books cheap at all. All of them, I mean, they're the same price used as they are new. Like, the cheapest one on aid books right now is $16.91. If I go over to Amazon, it's $12.34 for a brand new copy. What the actual fish? Let's save that for later. Yeah, save that for later. Okay, very weird. Some of my favorite lines, philosophies, funny scenes are from otherwise bad books. You can get something for, oh, you definitely, this is like, once again to quote Stephen King, you read the good books to find out what to do, read the bad books to find out what not to do. I've been enjoying playing a janky old point and click horror called The Lost Crown on Rob's Steam Deck. The game has very specific triggers if you have to hit before you can progress, which is annoying. Ah, okay. There's a lot of that stuff in Dark Souls too. On Kindle for $4, I'm gonna download the first one, should be a fast and fun read. Which one? You thought we were playing the nut, you wanna play the nuns some more, Lazy? I could play it for like an hour if you want me to. You just like watching me get chased by things, which I appreciate, I like running from things. I read everything from the masterpieces to the trashy and everything in between, hell yeah. Replica, which is a kid's book, gotcha. Okay, how about we do that tomorrow? Let's open up tomorrow because I still have to dash tonight and for some reason anytime I play my game before we dash, I end up in a lot of pain. I think it's because I'm so tense while I'm playing. There's 24 of them? Good gravy. I remember Replica. It's got like a reddish color, doesn't it? And it almost looks like a destroy this journal kind of thing. Lauren Oliver, I think. Handbook for the recently deceased? Why is that coming up? Grey's Sports Almanac, 1950 to 2000. It's a movie Replica journal. No, this isn't the one I was thinking about, nevermind. That's not the one I was thinking about. You love ferrets? Well, Chad is your man then. I was reading a fantasy series with like 30 books and I had to start reading it on Kindle. I was running out of room. I understand that. My friend Amy is going to get three pet ferrets, all going well. I shall post photos and videos of them, when she, oh, hell yeah. Lauren Oliver is a good writer. I tried one of her books and it wasn't for me. It's like a pinkish-beiges color with like a girl's face on it. Tomorrow I'm going to an alpaca farm. You take the best trips. You do the coolest shit. I wish I could go to an alpaca farm. That's awesome. Send all that stuff to Discord. Hayley, pretty please, when mom makes dino nuggets. Sorry, I was over on Discord goofing off. All right. So that was a very successful. You guys want me to do this again? This story teller? Okay, absolutely from Alec. What's everybody else say? Okay, cool. All right, so we'll do this from time to time. Tomorrow I'll play Nun Massacre. Let's add some more and let's see here. I think I'll play more games on Thursday. I don't know. Yeah, it was cool. Yeah, yes, awesome. Cool, very cool. I appreciate you guys being so excited for this idea because I really enjoyed it. I had a lot of fun and I'm looking forward to doing it again. But yeah, Nun Massacre is what we're playing tomorrow. And I'm not gonna look up anything or whatever. I'm just gonna go into it blind again. But games like that, where you only have a set number of lives can get annoying. So I'm gonna try not to get frustrated. Were you here for the last time I played Nun Massacre, Hayley? It was actually pretty fucking funny. Animals are life. Yep, yep, yep, yep. And I promise, Shell, I wouldn't go any longer than two hours. So yeah, we're already at 205. So I probably need to go in there. She's been fighting with the dryer recently because, well, to give you a little backstory, our washer and dryer went out late last year. So we went and got a new set, put it on a credit card, went through bankruptcy. So that credit card is no longer alive. But at least we didn't like get it and have to get it repossessed. But now the dryer is not working. She's used a multimeter to test the current from the cord, all that stuff. Everything's good. It's the outlet. So now I have to figure out how to change to get either a better outlet or figure out what's wrong with the outlet. You missed it? I'm sorry. But that's what Shell's been working on. So, and I don't know jack shit about him, neither does she, but she's been looking it up and she's really good at stuff like that. So I just let her have it. Well, we love you, Ty. We do. Saying your washer and dryer went out last year makes me think of a washer and dryer on a date on a log flume at a restaurant? Oh, that's cool. That's kind of funny. Y'all, I am tired and I still gotta work tonight. So I guess I probably need to go. That's why, that's the real reason why Shell didn't want me to go over just a couple of hours. There's no power going to it whatsoever. It's definitely the power source. It's the outlet. I just don't know what to do with it because there's nothing wrong with the dryer. There's nothing wrong with the cord, the cable. It's definitely something with the outlet. But yeah, it won't come on. It won't do anything. It's not like it's not heating like the last one that we got. This one, it just won't turn on at all. Hey, you're welcome, Hailey. The thermal fuse? I don't know. Can we test that with a multimeter? I mean, I can look up what a thermal fuse is, but can we test it with a multimeter? Your dryer has always only worked on the 40 minute cycle choice. It's a cheap little white plastic fuse in the back. All right, why is my phone just all going off at the same time? I don't care. I don't care. Don't care, don't care. You know how to work a multimeter with a damn? I understand my brother in Christ. That's when I need to get snacks in, especially definitely. All right, yes, I'm gonna go do God's work. I'm gonna dash and I'm gonna check out the thermal fuse. Thank you, Zoop. Keep an eye out for Discord. I might message you over there and let you know what all's going on. You need to know everything handyman eat. I do, but the last one we had is debt. I know that's kind of cruel to say it like that, but he wasn't that good of a guy anyway, so. Anyways, thanks everybody. I had an absolute blast today. I hope you guys, I know you guys enjoyed it too. I don't hope. I know you guys enjoyed it. So we will do these at least once a week, okay? Promise. Also, I should have said this at the beginning. One last thing, I'm doing streams five days a week with videos sprinkled in here and there. Once I get them up, I still have two more Robocop videos to do. I have a book review to do. I still gotta get this book reviewed, but then I'm gonna be taking the weekends off because we dash all day on the weekends and I just can't fit it in. So, by Zeeley, by Zoop, by Hailey, Alec, Lazy, Ishmael, if you're still here. Anybody that I missed, love you and I will talk to you guys later. But until next time, I have been EU, been you. This has been another live stream and a new series, hopefully. I'll talk to you guys later. Bye-bye. Do-ba-do-ba-do-ba-do.