Amy's TG World

       William put down his phone, mouth hanging open. The new GTA VI trailer that dropped, was dope! Everything looked so cool, awesome, and even realistic. It was hard to tell that the game was, well a game. William was so hype, that he rewatched the trailer, and caught something he missed the first view. The release date. 2025?! That was like, a decade away! William groaned. Damn. He threw his phone aside. Why would it take two fricking years for the game to release when the trailer looked so good?!       William spent the first months of 2024 counting the days for GTA VI's release, feeling time slip away. William was practically obsessed with GTA VI. He was on all the reddit and forums about the game, reading any and all press releases. The game couldn’t come out soon enough. But that wasn’t enough for William. He began looking through the Rockstar employee rosters, trying to find someone, anyone willing to sell him an early build. Finally, near the end of 2024, after almost a

       The Smith household was not exactly the most functional at this point. After the passing of Ms. Smith, the glue holding the home together was gone. Andrew was a struggling middle-aged teacher, and his son Clyde was a wannabe streamer, just getting his start out.  “Really? Still doing that dumb computer stuff?” Andrew said, opening Clyde’s door to his room right as Clyde was setting up a stream of some random game.  “Dad! Just leave me alone! You never understand anything I do!” Clyde said to his dad, not even turning to look at the man as he fumbled with a shitty stream set up. “I understand perfectly. Instead of working on things that’ll help you with your future you just play games for three people.” Andrew was exhausted from work, and was honestly at his breaking point due to all the crap he got from his students. “Dad, it’s more than just games! This is what I want to do for a living. I want to be a streamer and that is something that takes time. Plus, it's better

     Marcus was a prolific writer, if not a little miserable and depressed as all great writers are. He had written dozens of novels from a wide array of themes and genre. He was one of the most famous writers today, with millions in sales. But this latest book, Marcus couldn't find any motivation to write on it at all! He spent weeks in front of his desk, unable to write even a word on his typewriter, or computer, or even journal. Marcus got up and stretched. This was the worst writers block he had ever had! A walk might help. So, throwing on his jacket, Marcus walked out around his city neighborhood. It was cold and brisk outside. Perfect weather for a nice walk. Marcus began walking around on the sidewalk, trying to think about his writer's block and books. For the next hour, Marcus was walking and thinking when he stopped in front of a shop he had never seen before. It was called, The Writers Den, and stepping inside, Marcus saw a shop filled with different tools and equipm

         Paul made his way through the neon lights, the nightlife of the big city all around him. "Hehe, nothing like sneaking out all by myself! No Mom to yell at me or any adults ordering me around! Just cause I'm a kid doesn't mean they can boss me! When I become an adult, I'm not gonna listen to anyone!"  The young boy stopped at a bar, the picture of a jumping neon rabbit grabbed his attention. "'The Rabbit Hole?' Sounds like a pet shop!" The naive boy giggled to himself as he shoved the front door open, no one was standing guard nor was it even locked!  "U-Um, hellooo?!" He shouted, wandering in and standing on a stage. The empty hall echoed his words. "...Don't see any bunnies around here…" Little did young Paul realize, that he'd be the main attraction of this 'pet store' soon enough.  Suddenly, the lights started to shine on him. He quickly covered his eyes as his chest started to tingle. "Is it c

  (This cap is for my friend cassi, hope you enjoy it cassi kins) Finn and Clyde sat together in front of the fire in the cabin. “I know you said your uncle had a cabin but I figured it was like, more well kept then this.” Finn said, sipping some coco as he shivered. “He only ever came here in the summer which was probably an obvious sign this place didn’t have heating.” Clyde replied. The situation wasn’t terrible, but being stuck in a cabin in the woods in the midst of a snow storm was certainly not on either of their bucket lists. The radio crackled to life and the person on the end said “This just in, the snow storm is unlikely to let up for another 5 days. Scientists are calling it an ecological nightmare the likes of which we have never seen, most others are just going with the name Snowmageddon. All residents are encouraged to bunker down or risk getting a nasty cold.” “Okay you heard em’ Clyde, we need to prepare for this being the rest of the week. I say we cover all the windo

  (Pretty much all the art in this was made by the talented: https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts?tags=seityr&z=1 This thing would not exist if they didn’t have such great art) (I'd also like to say thank you to Amy and casis for waiting so long and being supportive, now enjoy the cap!) Avery sat in his car, his head facing down towards his nintendo switch. He was waiting, waiting for the game. He was a big fan of his local football team, the Littleton lambs. They weren’t that big, and mainly consisted of guys who played locally and had jobs outside of it. All very small scale, heck they didn't even have a full stadium, just a small half a stadium and a locker room. They only had 1 real hard core fan, and he was currently sitting in his car playing Fire emblem engage. He’d been banned from the stadium for getting into a fight with a supporter of another team. He thought it was bull, all he did was punch a guy so hard he turned blond. Still, it meant he wasn’t even able to help