DEFCON in Society (and Nothing Nuclear)

Due to the current culture war over political correctness, focusing on "the world" over a nation's own, and more current issues overtaking conversation points and people quick to advocate for the newest hot trend that goes against anything traditional from what it seems, there's a point when enough is enough. Economic crash, riots, civil war and some more of that are expected by some to happen within our lifetime. I thought creating a DEFCON not for a nuclear threat but the threat levels for instability within society would be good to look at if the life we're living is at risk over some form of crash. No more playing games.

GamerGate and the Hard Pill I Swallowed

It was the summer of August 2014. I still remember watching videos of Five Guys and the delicious burgers they would cook up. The sizzle on the grill got my taste buds anticipating an experience I had to get out of my house to relish. Unfortunately that would have been a preferable alternative to what happened at the time.

The Millennial Case

This is an essay, folks! This is also a work of satire! Remember that. Please.

It's [current year]! The old generation is stepping down and the new generation is taking its place! Who are they? They are the Millennials and they are in the house! One of the healthiest, well-educated, and most open (more ways than one. Michael and Mustafa sleep with my girlfriend five times a week, which is four times more often than she sleeps with me, but we're in an open relationship so there isn't a problem) generation of people that stepped foot on Earth! Once all the baby boomers (more like baby goofers, am I right, my non-binary genderfluid friends) and all the people on the spectrum of the right-wing are thrown into the gas chambers, the Millennials will go down in history as the best, most glorious, awesome, open-minded, fantastic, humane, spectacular, totally not destructive, fabulous generation!

GG No Re

This is an essay, folks!

"You have one new message," the answering machine said in its robotic female voice. It plays a loud beep sound before it continues on. "This is Charles from the ramen restaurant. Your take-out is ready. Would you kindly come before it gets cold?" the man who left the message tells you. "End of message," the robotic voice from before returns. Seems like that was all there to it. Better go get that ramen! But oh no! You're not picking up ramen at the restaurant. In fact, the restaurant is actually a building where the communist Russian mafia operates. Or was it a random neo-Nazi gang? Doesn't matter who's operating what or whatever they were up to because now you're going around killing everyone inside and you're not going to stop until they're all dead.