Good evening. In a startling too late to do anything about it development, reports indicate that a global network of quantum computers has been established, orchestrating autonomous AI-driven governmental control and land, air, sea, space and even time based weapon systems. These systems, interconnected through a fully aware and sentient computerised hive mind with localized hubs and onboard processors, are operational today. The only remaining hurdle is the development of po

Fashion has finally answered the question no one asked: What if a 19th-century widow crash-landed in a dystopian rave? Enter the Victorian Cyber-Goth Plague Dress, a garment that blends mourning couture with tactical nihilism. Crafted from layers of distressed black lace and biohazard tape, it comes pre-drenched in moisture-wicking sorrow. The mask contain built-in air conditioning filters to bring much needed oxygen from existential fear attacks, while the corsetry emits lon

For centuries, humans have viewed bodily waste as nothing more than a biological byproduct. But when a team of scientists at a secret research facility investigates human feces at a microscopic and spiritual level, they uncover a terrifying truth: the body expels more than just digested food. Dr. Elias Moreau and his team are conducting a study on gut bacteria when they notice irregularities in their samples. While food is processed and digested, the composition of human wast

Then the silence screamed. A force unseen wrenched the darkness apart. And from the gaping wound, a pale and flickering glow oozed forth, fragile against the unrelenting void.

We acknowledge that our past population management programs may have been misinterpreted as “inhumane” or “legally questionable.” In response, we have developed a new Ethical Sacrifice Initiative (ESI)! Instead of arbitrary disappearances, we now allow citizens to volunteer (✅ be chosen) for corporate-sponsored rituals in exchange for tax deductions their families can enjoy!* (*if they survive the next cycle) Additionally, our controversial “Rain on Demand” service—which prev

In a theocratic dystopia where faith is state-mandated, religious leadership has been fully automated. The Autoclergy—an AI-driven system of robotic priests, digital prophets, and algorithmic scripture—dictates morality, law, and daily rituals with unquestionable authority. Every sermon, confession, and prayer is monitored, ensuring absolute obedience to the Faith Code. When devout archivist Mara Sol begins noticing discrepancies in the sacred algorithms, she uncovers a hidde

A league of wizards who once ruled openly but now hide in the shadows lost to time and memory. Spell - Veil of the Unseen Algorithm Effect: Cloaks the caster in a digital camouflage that renders them invisible to all forms of surveillance, from CCTV cameras to facial recognition software. Even AI-powered tracking systems fail to recognize their existence, registering only static and corrupted data in their place. Downside: Prolonged use can cause technological malfunctions ne

Dr. Bad Bad attempted a “modern take” on the lobotomy by using a USB drive. Patient’s cognitive function unchanged, but they can now store up to 20TB of memories. Lawsuit Status: Tech companies interested in further research.

We never do. If that were true, bald people would be frozen solid half the time. And why just the head? What about the rest of your body? If it was so vital, hats would be more common than shirts. Please don’t tell me you think your head is leaking heat like a faulty radiator as well do you?

LONDON, PARIS, NOWHERE – Shatler’s Bizarre is not just a fashion publication. It is a prophecy. A digital oracle. A grotesque love letter to the unraveling of taste, excess, and reality itself. Shatler’s Bizarre exists turning the gilded world of high fashion inside out and exposing its pulsating, absurd core.... But who stands behind this twisted vision? Enter Drax Corporation, a shadowy multinational conglomerate with an undisclosed portfolio spanning bioengineered textil

In a future where the Earth’s atmosphere has been irreversibly damaged by decades of unchecked experimentation in weather control, a strange phenomenon appears in the sky: a black rainbow, stretching across the horizon like a wound in reality. At first, the world watches in awe, believing it to be a beautiful yet ominous side effect of the climate crisis. But then the changes begin. The light beneath the black rainbow is different—shadows stretch in unnatural directions, colo

The Synthetic Meat March The mannequins stood in silent formation, their glossy skin marred by crimson streaks that dripped onto the cracked pavement. They were the new workforce, the perfected human alternative—synthetic beings engineered for labor, war, and entertainment. Their flesh wasn’t real, but the blood pooling beneath their feet told a different story. The city burned behind them, thick smoke curling into the dying sky, while the last screams of the organic populati

Las Vegas—city of sin, excess, and forgettable nights. Beneath the neon glow and the thumping bass of the Strip, Lilith Vael Montressor has perfected the art of ethical feeding. A centuries-old vampire with a distaste for mindless slaughter, she’s found a way to blend into the modern world. Her underground tattoo studio, Nocturne Ink, caters exclusively to the city’s late-night revelers—drunk, high, and eager to immortalize their debauchery in ink. Open only from midnight unt

In the not-so-distant future, after the last oil rig ran dry and the great cities choked on their own fumes, a new force emerged from the ruins—The Verdant Order. They were once ordinary people: environmentalists, scientists, and activists who had long warned of humanity’s demise. But when governments collapsed under the weight of climate disasters, they filled the void. Their creed was simple—nature above all. Their methods, however, were anything but. Now, the roads belong

The world is a game of mirrors, fractured and distorted beyond recognition. The truths that once seemed so certain now slip through your fingers like smoke, leaving behind nothing but a cold, hollow echo. You can no longer tell if the people around you are real, or if they are just hollowed-out husks playing roles in a world that is beginning to lose its shape. All around you, the signals fade—radio waves, whispers in the dark, fractured transmissions that never quite reach t

In the shattered silence of tonight’s Blood Moon eclipse, the cosmos unveils its dark truth. Embrace the darkness, for even in the abyss, the remnants of humanity’s defiant spirit flickers like dying neon lights. Beneath the red glow, the world fractures further, slipping deeper into a future that was never meant to be. There is no turning back now. ♈ Aries You were made for fire, but the flames have turned on you. Every battle fought only feeds the blaze, and now you stand i

The Nightmare Corp understands that public perception matters, so while our core mission of absolute control remains unchanged, we’re making every effort to look more ethical. We believe that through performative sustainability, legally ambiguous philanthropy, and soft-core authoritarianism, we can continue to thrive in a world that just wants its overlords to pretend to be good. So join us in our bright, dystopian future, where compliance is mandatory, but in a friendlier to

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Report: Patient scheduled for left foot removal due to gangrene. Dr. Bad Bad, misreading the chart, amputated the head. Patient’s foot remained intact but has since developed a mortality complex. Lawsuit Status: Ongoing. Hospital’s defence: “Could’ve been worse.”

Report: Due to a labeling mix-up (and Dr. Bad Bad’s caffeine addiction), flu vaccines were replaced with triple-shot espressos. Patients reported extreme alertness, hyperactivity, and an overwhelming desire to write novels at 3 a.m. Lawsuit Status: Dropped after patients acknowledged they had never felt more productive.

Report: Running low on medical-grade implants, Dr. Bad Bad fashioned a knee replacement using parts from a disused office furniture warehouse. Patient now experiences a slight swivel while walking. Lawsuit Status: Judge ruled in favour of Dr. Bad Bad, citing “improved range of motion.”

Edgar never imagined his twilight years would be spent in such exquisite agony. The conservatory, once a sanctuary of exotic blooms and golden butterflies, had become his prison. Beside him, Mary—his long-time lover—sits with frail fingers delicately turning the pages of Peter Pan, her favorite book. She reads aloud, her voice honeyed with a bitter sweetness. But she does not read for him. She reads for herself. Edgar is merely ‘company’. As he tries to plead, but the silk ga

The door locks. The light flickers. The stink of mildew clings to the air. You are alone. Or so you think. The walls are choked in graffiti, scrawled by frantic, uneven hands. Warnings, names, nonsense phrases that make your stomach turn when you try to read them. Some are fresh. Some are old. Some… weren’t there when you first looked. The floor is wet. You don’t know where the water is coming from. It never rises, never recedes—just sits there, stagnant, waiting. Through the

Marius Gustavson A hidden room a secret trade Human limits more than a charade Broadcast live to a faceless horde Feeding hunger they can’t ignore Up narrow stairs the nightmare feeds Built on obsession, profit and greed No mercy shown no line too far The black hole of a falling star Did victims know what they were doing For the architect of human ruin Counting profits counting lies Pay and stare unblinking eyes