So, what did my blood, my sweat, and the tears of others accomplish this week?
Well, week two of ds106 is coming to a close, and it’s been an emotional week – not for me, but for those who read my content. First, I did a flash fiction post and started strong with this ‘lil gem:
Mom, I hope you find this. I don’t have much time – I was bitten. It’s spreading. The girls are safe, I made them leave me. We couldn’t get the medicine for dad… I love you, and I’m sorry.@ds106dc #tdc2206
— Christopher Ringham (@Chris_tastrophe) January 23, 2018
My good friend, cypherpunk106, gave me a good laugh after dropping this comment:
well now you got me here crying at my computer pic.twitter.com/WlxGTseZ0B
— cypherpunk106 (@cypherpunk106) January 23, 2018
And Martha called me out for being extra :'(
I like that you labeled it #fictional. 😂
— martha (@mburtis) January 23, 2018
Also, I made my mom cry on her birthday when I showed this post to her (sorry mom)! Afterwards, I showed my dad and was like, “sorry man, ya didn’t make it – R.I.P.” We exhibit the same dark humor at times, so we spent the better part of a minute laughing over our mutual deaths and joking about how horrible it will be for the girls to have to bury us.
Taking a turn in the complete opposite direction, I made an atrociously photo-shopped version of me entering another dimension via a mysterious gateway some refer to as a door.
— Christopher Ringham (@Chris_tastrophe) January 25, 2018
If you look at the door near my head, it looks like a large animal nibbled away at it, and it maybe wasn’t me – can’t confirm. Despite the quality of the image, I actually learned a lot in Photoshop, including how to smart-select subjects, create new layers, delete backgrounds, and import/move/resize images. I received some necessary guidance from DKC tutor Jenn who is always great to learn from – it was goofy, and I had fun, though I’ll try for a higher quality edit next time.
And after that short break, we’re back to the tears!
After four days of his knocking, the fifth day she escaped the vault and joined him. He gazed at her sorrowfully from where he had lingered, his knuckles raw to the bone, the dew clinging under his pale eyes, and fungi already sprouting around his fresh corpse.#ds106 #theend106 pic.twitter.com/18m4bdWuBc
— Christopher Ringham (@Chris_tastrophe) January 28, 2018
This is just a summation of the short story I wrote this week, Solitary Eden. Of all the work I did this week, I’m most proud of this short story. I received a lot of complements, and, as I gained pride in the piece, I showed it to more people who gave more positive feedback and now my ego is just this huge black hole that sucks up everything in its path – just kidding… but I am happy with it. I also enjoyed the process a lot, from planning the story at the beginning to adding supplemental media at the end. I hadn’t written a textual, fictional short story like that in a long time and it was pretty fun. Maybe I’ll take it upon myself to do another if I find myself with any extra time this semester… *laughs internally, undertones of pain*
At the very end of this week, I caught up with all the readings and videos (there were plenty), but it was manageable and entertaining. Writing the reflection post for this week, I got hyped up to read the book and graphic novel Wool over the course of this semester. They definitely stole the concept from my short story though… I’m sure I’ll be reporting in on it as this semester develops.
To finish off the week, I submitted my apocalypse archetype: The Mentor. Think Morpheus: mysterious, knowledgeable, big-picture, an expert in the new world shaken by the apocalypse, and has pinch-on sunglasses (optional).
Overall, it was really great to see the short stories and daily creates that other people did this week, and it was rewarding to help some individuals through Slack and Instagram messenger.
And, to be or not to be a zombie?
“In the event of a zombie apocalypse, would you rather be turned into a zombie or have everyone you love turned into a zombie? Why?”
Not only would I be spared the pain of my loved ones turning to zombies, but I also get to make it look like a noble sacrifice as a opposed to a scapegoat – it’s really a win-win. Also, the math supports my decision. I love a lot of people, so there’d be way more zombies if I didn’t choose to become one. Not only that, but if a cure is developed, I wouldn’t be able to contain and cure all my loved ones, where it would be much easier to contain and cure the single me. Yeah the aches, desire to eat flesh, and loss of identity would suck, but at least I wouldn’t have to bury all my loved ones – that task is up to them now suckas. *high-fives father*