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Alright, as you may have noticed, it’s been a bit quiet around here lately. That’s a result of two things.
The first is a sort of burn out on my part. I tend to be a bit up and down in terms of motivation, and I’m definitely on a down part right now. Don’t worry, Phro Metal’s not going anywhere. It just means that it’s gonna take me a bit longer to get stories finished.
The other thing is: I got a new part time job. Now, you may be wondering why I’d do something like that, and the answer is much more fun than you might imagine. I’ve started writing/translating for RocketNews24, a site that posts Japanese/Asian news (mostly of the weird/funny variety). I just started last week, but it’s been a blast already. And the team over there is AMAZING and I’m already having a great time with it. So, I’ll be focusing a lot of my non-creative writing over there. If you wanna read more Phro articles, just click here: http://en.rocketnews24.com/author/prestonphro/. Be sure to check out the whole site though. There are lots of other great writers!
And, since I’ve been enjoying this band a lot recently, check out this song.
As the couple at the next table clinked their wine glasses together and laughed at some joke they’d exchanged via their Futarikiri Cable, Liliana smiled at the woman sitting across from her and wiped her sweaty palms on her pantsuit under the table. “So, Doctor Niva, in your profile you mentioned that you enjoyed paragliding,” Liliana asked and pulled her hand up to grab her own wine glass. “Do any of that this summer?” Continue reading
Instead of a story today, I have a short “article” about yabusame, which is a sort of ritualized horseback archery dating back to the end of the 9th century. It has gone through a few changes over the last 1100 years, but the basic concept is still the same: archers ride a horse down a straight track (about 220 meters) and try to shoot three arrows through three targets. Continue reading
Rattling as it cut through the atmosphere at a barely controlled Mach 1, the makeshift rocketship burned brilliant red against the blue sky. Five minutes after launching from Space Station 666 and reentering the atmosphere, the ship was barreling towards the ground as slowly as it could. Towering mountains reached for space, filling up the horizon before the ship like the glistening jaws of a hungry bear about to clamp down on a yipping chihuaha. Large tracts of reclaimed woodland rushed below as sunlight reflected off fifty-story windows of the city rising before them. Inside the ship, Captain Acid Cum screamed at his crew to get their heads out of their asses and fucking focus.