Welcome, weary traveler of the internets. I hope you’ve come looking for stories, because that is all we have to offer. How many, you ask? As many as time provides. The story teller intends to grace this site with tales from several different worlds of his own invention. Each story is meant to provide you with a short escape from your world into a world that is not your own.
What worlds does the teller plan to write of? A few – not too many. Well, perhaps too many. Perhaps he will run short of time and only tell a few stories, but I have high hopes for this one. Why? Well, I like what he intends for his stories. They are nothing like me, and I find the idea intriguing.
For example, one story world is called MagPunk. He’s quite taken on sticking words or parts of words as a prefix for “punk”. Might be a bit odd, but consistency isn’t always terrible. Anyways, about MagPunk. It’s a tale of the near future when magic has awoken, and the whole world is want to plumb it’s mysteries. To use it. Control it. To control others with it. But no one seems to be able to get a good grasp on it, and that’s where the fun comes in. I hear the first few stories here will take place in the world of MagPunk. I’m looking forward to them, and I hope you are, too.
And then there’s CyberPunk. If you’re reading a writer’s blog, I’m sure you’ve heard the term already. In this world, the New Republic of Texas takes center stage as the world’s chief supplier of energy. Not that there’s a lot to go around, mind you. Even in the major cities, planned brown outs are quite common – unless you live in one of those neighborhoods where the wealth of the new energy empire is concentrated. Stories of the seedy underground, lives of the down trodden, exciting tales of corporate espionage and political intrigue. The teller intends these stories to have their own rhythm, their own soundtrack. I’m excited for it.
If that were not enough, stories of MechPunk will also find their place here. A world in a state of change, where technology is rare and well cared for when it is found. Nature has taken much of the word back for herself, turning concrete jungles into temperate rain forests, coastal metroplexes into reefs abounding with coral, fish, birds, and wildlife. And though the days of interconnected networks as we know them has long passed, humans find ways to connect using aging radio devices. Every three years, a competition is held, pitting old rusted mechs and their pilots against each other in combat. Teams spend an entire year maintaining, repairing, and improving upon their mechs in hopes that they will win fame and glory in the tournament. The people who inhabit this world are deeply connected to the land, but also cling tightly to the aging technological relics of the past. It’s a world for adventurers, for brave warriors, and inquisitive minds. It is the world of MechPunk.
Finally, after reading some of his favorite texts, he may tell us a ReviewPunk or BiblePunk tale. There is no limit to the words he can smash in front of the word Punk. Pure genius, if I do say so myself.
I hope you’ll join me in listening to these stories. They will be far from perfect, but they will be written with great care. They will be TexPunk.
Look forward to seeing you again, friend.