Sounds good. Sounds a bit like some SciFi tales involving a "pleasure planet" but there's no reason it couldn't be set in some private high-roller's club in Vegas or Macau or Moscow or Rio or wherever. Could work well as a period piece in some renowned den of iniquity, like 1920's (Weimar) Berlin or Hamburg or gangster Chicago, or 1930's (Kuomintang) Shanghai, or 1950's (Batista) Havana. Any depraved activity would be quite authentic.
Hypoxia's LIT posts
- "You write well, so STFU and do more writing. Wimp." -JAMESBJOHNSON, wretched troll
(incest-SF) - "you had too much sex with your banana slug. as a writer you SUCK. delete and stop posting until you learn how to write" -Anon
Story of my Fucking Life
(LW) - "change you name from Hypoxia to DOA, you died on acid moron. borrow a gun and do the world a favor. I'll give you 5 stars after you commit suicide." -Anon
What Is Cheating?
(essay) - "Rumblin', stumblin', bumblin' BARF! I don't think an editor would help this mess. Was there a point? There certainly didn't seem to be a storyline." -Anon
Recent incestuous tastes: Pumpkin & Candy
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Valentine Contest entry: Ghost of a Chance
. Wait for my April Fool's Contest entry, okay?