Divine_Industrialist
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Father Like Son by Divine_Industrialist
Fandoms: Shipwrecked | Shipwrecked 64 (Video Game)
19 May 2026
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It’s 2001, and I’m at a friend of a friend’s house, on the porch with two people I’ve never met before.
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In the seconds after the hex closed, time seemed to catch up with itself, the storm continued to beat mercilessly against the roof of the Six Pint, water dripping through hastily patched boards. The attic stank of ozone as the energy dissipated into the surrounding air, the artifact still glowed where it sat on the table.
The First-Person Perspective slunk off, unseen by the other patrons, the rattle of the lift drowned out by the rain.
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It was all going to plan.
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Pay no attention by Divine_Industrialist
Fandoms: Shipwrecked | Shipwrecked 64 (Video Game)
24 Nov 2025
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"Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!"
– The Wizard of Oz (Noel Langley, 1939)
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The call for actors to assume their positions for the first scene of a performance.
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- Part 1 of Immersive Theatre
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Immersive Theatre by Divine_Industrialist
Fandom Shipwrecked | Shipwrecked 64 (Video Game)
24 Oct 2025
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In 1989 Trident Comics published a four-part comic titled St. Swithin’s Day.
St. Swithin’s Day follows an unnamed 19 year old who has decided to assassinate Margaret Thatcher. The comic follows him in the days leading up to the event. He steals, and later decides to throw away, a copy of Catcher in the Rye. He has a conversation with a woman in a cafe who only exists in his head. He sleeps in a maintenance train car. He dances to The La’s “There She Goes” in front of Karl Marx’s grave. He calls his mother, who begs him to come home and interview for a job at a grocery store. The morning of St Swithin’s Day he jumps in front of Margaret Thatcher, appearing as a madman reaching into his jacket pocket, "neurotic boy outsider" written proudly on his forehead. He pulls out nothing. He points his finger at her and simply says “bang” out loud and is promptly tackled by security. He rides home on the train, covered in bruises and less one tooth.
“It was worth it just to see her scared.”