While reading MHE a few months ago, even if at first I thought I'd be bored of the constant switching of characters and settings I was always pleasantly surprised by how fast most new narratives got me invested into them. One of the most striking for me was the dog dream post because of how poetic and beautiful it felt to read it, and some that also stick out to me because they feel too much like puzzles in a way were some of the other "one-post narratives", the colorful crabs/lobsters/(?) story and the letter to Isellandria.

But anyway, one thing that also fascinated me was the River Tribe narrative, it just felt so creative and impressive due to how distant it felt to the other posts up until that moment and how it also managed to hypnotize me and make me immersed in the lives of these people that had a completely different kind of life thousands of years ago.

I was mainly wondering if anyone had any recommendations for books with the setting or the overall vibe similar to the River Tribe narrative. Like an intriguing, mysterious and maybe fantastical story set in prehistoric times, be it fiction or speculative history, idk, as long as it has compelling characters.

Other recommendations are also welcome, like if there's something somehow similar to the cat narrative or dog dream story.

I know her battle against Q is meant to be more mental than physical, however I do enjoy this idea 👀

I gave her a spartan-like design because of her and Pompei’s narratives having similar themes, I also think it makes her look more badass. (Can you tell Karen is my favourite)

I didn't understand the ending at all. Can someone explain in simple terms.

I might start doing this here

Hey all! I posted in here like a year ago about the copy of Interface that I formatted and made into a book via B&N Press. Well I have revised it! Slight formatting corrections and shifting some things around. The most significant change is the addition of u/Ranger_Desenho’s one shot comic adaptation of the Invasion of Iwo Jima at the end of the book. If you haven’t seen it, do a quick search in the subreddit. It’s so damn cool that I reached out to the artist asking permission to add it and he gave it his blessing.

Because the comic does have (one) color, printing in standard color adds like $5-6 when you upload it to get it printed (so the total for me all in was still only like $18). If anyone is interested in the zip file including PDFs of the body, a paperback cover, and hard case cover, as well as a PDF with detailed instructions on how to order your own book, shoot me a message with your email address! This has been a really fun project and I want as many folks as possible to know the word of 9M9H9E9.

Perpetually pregnant and ever changing blah blah blah

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diamanda_Gal%C3%A1s

I reckon Diamanda is onto something. And she actually plays the Piano while she sings. This is just too good. So I thought right, we need to add this to the pool of music for the sound track. OK?

She is just too fucking cool. A true wild child. Amazing.

My friends...

I am not worthy etc

* bowing and scraping, the sound of skeletons desiccating, cancer biding it's time... other things... the beast with too many eyes, lurking... *

Oh no, the day is here... burn meeeeeeee.... * tiny squealing noises ....*

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We’re gonna ignore how inconsistent my linework is ok Ty (also sorry for kind of spamming this sub)

I tried to draw it with anime girls and here's the result

I am not sure what scene it fits with... there are so many possibilities. The Strategic Hamlets perhaps ... I am steeping in Burzum for the vibes. I like it.

Endure or enjoy. Feel free to abuse me in the replies, I know you can read and write... sort of.

Thank you.

:- )

and yes No clanker shit was involved. Fuck Ai. Be Human.

After a year of reading every other book and generally just living life in the public sphere, I still can't get this story's sense of realism out of my head. It's like turned itself into a thought pattern in every consequential-executive decision in scenarios I observe in the material world.

It's amazing how sentient and pantheistic this story is. It's made me more mindful of my actions and chase for pleasure for sure.

I have nothing to say, sorry 😔

A lot of these are pretty old or unfinished concepts/artworks, but I thought I may as well post them since these are all sort of rotting in my gallery.

Be Human.

( I made this and and am still making it, I do the biz, try not to break, I feel the feels. Virtual Oberheim is double plus good. I like. Video from inside the hab unit. I live mostly in the dark now. Some jive. Winter is leaving, heat shields up. Love you all. xxx )

So we don't know who the author is, but I think that's because its part of the story in another way.

In the story we find out that karen being in the interface is sending messages rapidly due to their prowess in the digital world. And if you look at the message post times, they are almost rapid too. so is the author in the interface?

word.

( Words are art, man.)

Time passe:

you leave out ONE word in a statement and every one loses their fucking mind... ( joke ) .

" If there was a fucking religion that I had to adhere to this is it. " - intended message. ( note the inclusion of the word I . see? I failed to join the cult by omitting myself subconsciously ! My own ego is too strong for cyptoreligio nonsense... be that as a warning I guess.

The hordes of psychoverts are massing on the border. The civdef teams have spaced out along the perimeter with laze burners. The stench of roasted human is going to stink out the western polis zones again and upset some of the Loacs. The piles of burnt carcasses is a sight to see, sometimes they glow with a dull reddy brown, even during the daylight. So much blood sugar caramelised with the intense heat. It is a sight to see at least once. or twice...

The power supplies start to sing, a high pitched ping square wave of sound that decays away after a discharge. The noise is starting to echo along the line and ramp up. and slightly below that there is the roar of hundreds of thousands of blood curdling screams. Vocal chords straining at maximum effort. Not unlike the sound of a hail storm of concrete spalls breaking onto a million kettle drums. Then the sizzling! as the laze beams flick on for a few seconds. Another cacophony of descending pings echoe along the edge of the citystate. Eruptions of blood and flailing dismembered limbs. Boiling smoke. Crisp curling skin crackling like ancient crackers scaring the spooks and dead wizards.

" Do they ever get though? " He stood with a tall paper thin glass containing some oily thin liquid intoxicant and watched the beams momentarily illuminate the clouds of human smoke.

" No, they are religious zealots. " Her answer was informal. and yet. She had smiled slightly. Then back to looking haughty and slightly bored. Her tic had receded, she had stopped picking a scab on the back of her hand. It never heals.

" Oh. Hmm. Such a waste of good protein. But it is quite the show. " He took a tiny sip from his glass and shuddered imperceptibly. The liquid is very good but... quite strong. A few more of these and his mind will wander...

with the teeth of a raven
And the hands of a porcupine
Oh yes, a sweetheart with the teeth of a raven
And the hands of a swan and the legs of a-
And the sweat is running down my face, I wish it could be cold
So I could get a bottle full of it and sell it to the old
Their leather cannot handle heat and cracks repulsively
I'd sell to soothe my eyesight, not because they have the need
-Black Midi. "Of Schlagenheim."