I have surgery in less than 24 hours. Thank you everyone who has brought happiness to my life, and everyone who passes through this little grotto. People have been so kind to me this week, and encouraged me so much. I am a genderless shadow who is full of love.
Decembug Newsletter
FASHION
New apparel presented by me and the talented Vich, two stunning designs available in t-shirt and crop top.


Much thanks to Krabat for feedback on the layout!
The smoking shirt is actually art from a “cute” little scene in the game…which brings me to…
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GAME UPDATES

The Name of Your Disease

The Name of Your Disease π¦ π
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gorgeous cover art by Vich <33
published by Southwest Review, and curated by BR Yeager.
the origin story of Cancer’s handler…a very special lady…what will happen…
xrafstar merch splurch
I made a Cancer character reference site! it is very shiny and cute and I put a lot of work into it…

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xrafstar killers game preview…

Trotula’s office features fully reflective floors and all the psychometric testing you could ask for…
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selling a limited run of INNOCENT stickers here, with delicious art by Vich.

end of summer roundup
=STORIES=

β¦ second-story stairs
small story
β¦ next cunt toward enemy episode is on patreon early, but I’m mostly focusing on finishing the book so people can read it as a single piece.
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=GAME UPDATE=
it’s going really well…he’s so beautiful. i’m having so much fun…

second-story stairs
I thought he was dead. How long I spent in that second-story room, thinking I was alone, when he lay so still. The mist filled everything, completely clear and attached to my optic nerve. This room is filthy and has loose water and food in it. Plastic drawers and trash. But the walls are solid and normal. The foundation below is even stronger.
ποΈβ¬β¬xrafstar world august megapost
STORIES
in keeping with last month’s theme of one chill story and one evil story…
β¦ Codex: Letterwriting. a brief explanation of how letterwriting works in the xrafstarverse. from an in-game document.
β¦ Cancer Dancer. short and cruel and ballet.
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My new story is being published by a magazine around the end of September and Vich did the cover art. Here is a preview of the unspeakable brilliance…

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gallery show at Haul in NY, for anyone who wants to own my prints! there will also be the 18ftleash print by Vich!

πΊοΈ 24 15th St., Brooklyn, New York
β³ 1-6PM Sat/Sun
codex: letterwriting
The art of letter writing might have died out, and philately become a terminal study, if it were not for the Telephonic Collapse and other related catastrophes of long-distance communication.
π MORE πCancer Dancer
The dancer is a patient and must be made to comply. They cannot be trusted with their own sensory perceptions. They suffer from hallucinations of pain and delusions of exhaustion. There is no such thing as malpractice when it comes to the dancer. You cannot be punished enough. Your skin is an interface for needles and pressure cuffs. Your skin exists only to alert him to your mistakes. You must dance in a state of exposure, so he can inspect you for bruises, stains of clumsiness. Do not think your body is something to be admired. You are a disgusting male. But you are not a man. You are stunted. Your anorexic ribs are a kind of descended gynecomastia. Your bulge is sexless, juvenile, and clownlike. Your body is the mannequin and the dress at the same time. Beauty can never exist for you as a noun, but it might as a verb.
π©° MORE π©°cunt toward enemy [s3e9] escapement

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The father keeps a tube of lipstick on his nightstand. Lazur sees it on the rare occasions he is called upstairs, to carry the manβs briefcase or do his tie when the man is falling over drunk. Lazur always assumed it was a memento of the absent mother, until he saw how every trace of her was removed from the house, except for the subliminal rubbish in the basement.
Rich men are freaky. But heβs driven the man to secret and depraved gatherings, and never brought him back with makeup on. The lipstick feels wrong to look at. A sense of something black, congealed, and burntβyet oozing with endless, leechlike intelligence. The walls must be flaking with toxic pigment. Cadmium red. Lazur holds his breath, and knots the tie.
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β¦ Closed Tear
small story for people who love libraries or want to see a library in xrafstar world
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β¦ Immune Privilege
this is about Cancer going blind. and his sister.
do not read unless you desire the “family gothic”…
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β¦ new page on site about corruption…and how internet/phones/etc work (or don’t) in xrafstar world.
β¦ vich made this pic about our game…Cancer and his operant conditioning handler…it’s so…so cute…

Closed Tear
You are in the library.
No. Sink deeper. Before you were sprayed with the nasty corrosive gunk of ego and culture. Before you were covered in linguistic contaminants. Before you were sterilized and cauterized, and the wounds of your mind were still open and fresh.
You are on a distant island of this fantastic but mundane empire. The sun is fading through the windows, smeared into burning droplets. You came for shelter from the rain, and the mosquitoes. They lay their eggs in standing water, so all week they have been breeding and you donβt want to get bit or have to drink bitter quinine to stave off super-malaria.
π READ MORE πImmune Privilege
Cancer goes blind.
π³οΈ read more π³οΈXrafstarworld July

full circle…
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more game with Vich
everything is WIP



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bug news
i beat all the optional bosses in deltarune
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communications from the dream have been strong and steady
warm pulsations
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i cut my hair a little different each time
until my ears can see
thank you!!