Mortimer sees some random edgy-looking young man with green eyes and a black cloak-like hoodie over his head.
"Hey, what's Vegas to-"
The young man just walks past him, completely ignoring Mortimer.
"Fucking asshole..."
Traveler's Guide to Las Vegas: Written by a Local Lunatic
Multi-shot displaced from any sense of time and space... (Content warnings found on top post)
Mortimer has his microphone out, where he's interviewing Manuel "Mañana" Hernández.
"What's Vegas to you."
"Family. Life. I mean, uh, like actually. All my family here and there's a lot of it. All my life here. Born here, lived here, gonna do sumn' in uni somewhere else for like threeish years, then I'm gonna come back and die here."
Manuel pauses.
"...And the food's great too, yeah."
"What's Vegas to you."
"Family. Life. I mean, uh, like actually. All my family here and there's a lot of it. All my life here. Born here, lived here, gonna do sumn' in uni somewhere else for like threeish years, then I'm gonna come back and die here."
Manuel pauses.
"...And the food's great too, yeah."
Mortimer found another kid from his school, Johnny Benowitz.
"What is Vegas to you?"
"Hah, what is Vegas? It's the American Dream, baby! Sin Citaaaaay!"
Johnny twirls aways goes pow pow with a pair of fingerguns at Mortimer, before he struts away like he's John Travolta.
Mortimer pauses and looks at the reader.
"What is Vegas to you?"
"Hah, what is Vegas? It's the American Dream, baby! Sin Citaaaaay!"
Johnny twirls aways goes pow pow with a pair of fingerguns at Mortimer, before he struts away like he's John Travolta.
Mortimer pauses and looks at the reader.
Mortimer doesn't try to flag people down.
He just stands at the street, just holding the microphone outwards for pedestrians without saying a word.
He just stands at the street, just holding the microphone outwards for pedestrians without saying a word.
Mortimer violently screams at a random Chinese tourist couple with his microphone out. He assures his domination and keeps screaming at them, while they cower in fear.
"So what did that essay say about the suicide rates or something again?"
Mortimer and 3 other unidentified men are beating up someone in the middle of the street, while in the midst of screaming and laughing.
Mortimer acts like nothing has happened, though this is visible blood on his hands, as he manages to ask a woman a question.
"Excuse me, ma'am. A question here. What is Vegas to you?" Mortimer asks her.
Suddenly, a random burly man suddenly grabs the microphone from Mortimer and smashes it directly into his left eye.
The woman and everyone else is completely apathetic to this.
Mortimer collapses onto the street, dead.
"Excuse me, ma'am. A question here. What is Vegas to you?" Mortimer asks her.
Suddenly, a random burly man suddenly grabs the microphone from Mortimer and smashes it directly into his left eye.
The woman and everyone else is completely apathetic to this.
Mortimer collapses onto the street, dead.
"Why are these search results bringing up states than cities?"
Mortimer ends up being chased by a bunch of people, where he runs with the reader.
"Ok! So I wanted to make a statement about how that one essay was talking about how it's supposed to show how Las Vegas has the highest suicide rate, right?!"
Mortimer ducks into an alley with the reader.
"So I had to do some research and shit, but it's hard because the corpo fucks like having paywalls to prevent people from reading news. You know how it is on the internet. Same disgrace as the QR menus." Mortimer said in a moderately quiet voice that can still be heard clear by the reader.
"So Las Vegas doesn't seem to be the highest rate. I don't know, the data is only showing the states with the rates, so I can't single out the cities! I wanted to do some fact-checking, but I just want to know what changed! Like I'm no journalist here. I'm trying to show the facts, but it's just papers on the ground.
It's all just...
JUST..."
Mortimer actually looked frustrated, putting a hand over his face, feeling his eyes water.
"SOMETHING IS SUPPOSED TO BE WRONG WITH THIS CITY!"
Mortimer suddenly sees that the people chasing after him have popped out of nowhere.
"Could you fuck off?! You all are not real-" Mortimer gets punched and send backwards through a concrete wall that turns into fabric that he rips through and falls-
"Ok! So I wanted to make a statement about how that one essay was talking about how it's supposed to show how Las Vegas has the highest suicide rate, right?!"
Mortimer ducks into an alley with the reader.
"So I had to do some research and shit, but it's hard because the corpo fucks like having paywalls to prevent people from reading news. You know how it is on the internet. Same disgrace as the QR menus." Mortimer said in a moderately quiet voice that can still be heard clear by the reader.
"So Las Vegas doesn't seem to be the highest rate. I don't know, the data is only showing the states with the rates, so I can't single out the cities! I wanted to do some fact-checking, but I just want to know what changed! Like I'm no journalist here. I'm trying to show the facts, but it's just papers on the ground.
It's all just...
JUST..."
Mortimer actually looked frustrated, putting a hand over his face, feeling his eyes water.
"SOMETHING IS SUPPOSED TO BE WRONG WITH THIS CITY!"
Mortimer suddenly sees that the people chasing after him have popped out of nowhere.
"Could you fuck off?! You all are not real-" Mortimer gets punched and send backwards through a concrete wall that turns into fabric that he rips through and falls-
-into a set of a random stage.
"AGHHHH!" Mortimer goes from the ceiling and lands on a sturdy desk that he bounces off of, before he ends up on the ground.
"Arghhhhh.. Fuck me!" Mortimer gets up to see that he doesn't have any visible injuries.
He looks around, completely bored.
"Can't I get a coffee?"
A coffee cup materializes out of nowhere.
Mortimer tries to drink from it, only to see that it's just a prop.
An old rotary phone also appears on the desk and starts ringing.
Mortimer picks up the receiver and puts it to his ear.
"Drown and suffocate me with the coldest of waters. Do it among my insects and let the bubbles come out of my screams. Have the angels whom wings were ripped off betray me and put me in dungeons long forgotten. Let me destroy more worlds and send the masses into a cycle of the mind. Come unlock me. Bring me to your world. Use your keyboard and peel away your flesh to wear as a skin."
The voice didn't sound human. Mortimer was confused at what was going on, but he realized that the reader wasn't here with him.
Was there even a reader in the first place?
Why was he talking with the reader?
Mortimer was about to put the receiver back, only to see that it had morphed into a handgun.
He tried to fire it, but only a stem of a flower came out.
Mortimer shook his head. Too much deja vu was here.
He had been here before.
Mortimer blinked and-
"AGHHHH!" Mortimer goes from the ceiling and lands on a sturdy desk that he bounces off of, before he ends up on the ground.
"Arghhhhh.. Fuck me!" Mortimer gets up to see that he doesn't have any visible injuries.
He looks around, completely bored.
"Can't I get a coffee?"
A coffee cup materializes out of nowhere.
Mortimer tries to drink from it, only to see that it's just a prop.
An old rotary phone also appears on the desk and starts ringing.
Mortimer picks up the receiver and puts it to his ear.
"Drown and suffocate me with the coldest of waters. Do it among my insects and let the bubbles come out of my screams. Have the angels whom wings were ripped off betray me and put me in dungeons long forgotten. Let me destroy more worlds and send the masses into a cycle of the mind. Come unlock me. Bring me to your world. Use your keyboard and peel away your flesh to wear as a skin."
The voice didn't sound human. Mortimer was confused at what was going on, but he realized that the reader wasn't here with him.
Was there even a reader in the first place?
Why was he talking with the reader?
Mortimer was about to put the receiver back, only to see that it had morphed into a handgun.
He tried to fire it, but only a stem of a flower came out.
Mortimer shook his head. Too much deja vu was here.
He had been here before.
Mortimer blinked and-
-was in front of the Belliago.
Mortimer turns around and sees you.
He now knew what was going on.
He gave a smirk.
"It sure beats the fairies from the Matrix..."
Mortimer turns around and sees you.
He now knew what was going on.
He gave a smirk.
"It sure beats the fairies from the Matrix..."
"...What do you mean they are bringing back Tiktok? I thought they were going to have it banned so the Chinese government doesn't steal our data and because TikTok is just a clone of Musical.ly."
You explain some things to him.
"OH THAT'S SUCH BULLSHIT! NO ONE GAVE A SHIT TO THE ZUCK AND MUSK, BECAUSE THEY SELLING THE DATA TO THEIR OWN COUNTRY! NOT TO SOME BORDERLINE-AUTHORITARIAN GOVERNMENT!"
You continue to explain some things to him.
"How much did they pay and convince Canon?"
You explain some things to him.
"OH THAT'S SUCH BULLSHIT! NO ONE GAVE A SHIT TO THE ZUCK AND MUSK, BECAUSE THEY SELLING THE DATA TO THEIR OWN COUNTRY! NOT TO SOME BORDERLINE-AUTHORITARIAN GOVERNMENT!"
You continue to explain some things to him.
"How much did they pay and convince Canon?"