Author Archives: Seba Roux

About Seba Roux

Gooner, Socialist, Historian, Slacker. That's pretty much all you need to know.

Where Do You Want To Go Today?

Raccoon City. Dunwall. Rapture. The Master League. Los Santos. The Ishimura. Aperture Science Laboratories. The Animus. Rivet City. Windhelm. Kyrat. Liberty City. Black Mesa. Lytton. Malden. City 17. Ragnarok. Memorens. Shadow Moses. Jacinto City. Steelport. Nuevo Paraiso. Greenvale. Wellspring. The … Continue reading

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An hour to go

Precious seconds ebbed away, like the lifeblood from a mortally wounded rifleman. The tension was unbearable; my stomach was beginning to rebel. Corporal Stevenson turned and gave me a sickly grin. “Nice day for it.” Taking no notice of his … Continue reading

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Kicked to Death

The middle-aged punk beside me was talking to nobody in particular, but served to explain what was going on for the benefit of all the rest of us baffled onlookers. “Johnny ‘The Horse’, that is”. Nobody had actually asked the … Continue reading

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KBO

Kept the faith. Kept indoors. Kept my head up. Kept an eye on it. Kept making mistakes. Kept my arms inside the window at all times. Kept my scars. Kept lucky. Kept unemployed. Kept demons at bay. Kept procrastinating. Kept … Continue reading

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Technobsolescence

By 2038, the world no longer used razor blades. At least, not for the removal of bodily hair. This was not because humanity had – finally – relinquished its socially constructed obsession with beauty standards and polished appearance. Alas, the … Continue reading

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Concatenation

An irritating, and painful, habit of mine is the chewing away at the inside of my own mouth. Biting so hard that blood is regularly drawn. Chomping the flesh as if it were a legitimate snack. Disappointingly, I have absolutely … Continue reading

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The Devil Reincarnate

I can’t remember my first death. It was at least a thousand years ago though – of that I can be sure; vague recollections of Hastings occasionally come to mind, as well as the knowledge that as I took to … Continue reading

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