Happy Christmas to those of you who celebrate it (and happy Wednesday for those of you who don’t)! ♥
In…Jacey-styled festive news, I’ve spent the holiday playing Arkham Horror with my roommate (as that was one of the presents I got her, and this is the sort of thing we do).
And it’s no secret that I’m a complete sucker for fantasy/horror set in the 1920s, as this is.
But…this game got me thinking.
What’s it going to be like, decades from now, when people start writing urban fantasy set in the 1990s instead, or god help us all, now?
He stared at the creature that had materialised in front of him, and swallowed hard. What the hell kind of hashtag could he even use to describe this thing, anyway?
Would he even be able to make a status update about it, or would the damn thing eat his iPhone if he got too close? Sneaking away was no longer an option; the sound when he had snapped the picture of it had already attracted its attention, and it was staring right back at him, its strange body tense and coiled, ready to spring.
He could either turn and attempt to outrun it, or he could make a last stand and try to fight instead.
To hell with it, he thought, and held his headphones up like a garrote.
“YOLO!” he shouted, and charged.
Happy Christmas, indeed.