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The Nosideist Manifesto

A Declaration in Four Tenets and One Patron Entity We live in an age of sides. Of performative framing. Of declarations disguised as nuance. * Nosideism rejects the premise. * We do not take sides. * We do not moderate. * We do not pretend to neutrality. * We hold up the sign, then walk

The Coming Fork: Food, Power, and the Illusion of Choice

[This article expands on the topics previously discussed in The Jenga Doctrine. The original conversation behind these posts formed the foundation for a storytelling game that has yet to be released, but the dialogue has been reverberating persistently for a while.] Amid rising climate instability, faltering global supply chains, and

The Return of the Current: A Storytelling Game Finds Its Shape

“You are not here to win. You are here to witness.” When we first released fragments of The Current, it wasn't a system. It was a weather pattern. A fog-primer. A memory-shaped ritual. It lived in Arkham. It asked strange questions. It whispered rather than shouted. What began

To Wear the Cloak of the Witness

A Field Guide for Gentle Radicalism There are times when the world breaks open, and other times when it breaks down. This guide is for those who stay present through both. For those who carry, listen, soften, and remember—quietly, persistently, without applause. You know who you are. Section 1:

Into the Steam: The Rise and Fall (and Rise) of Finnish Saunametal

An apocryphal entry from the forthcoming edition of Lords of Chaos. “Norway had the fjords. Sweden had the hair. But Finland? Finland had the heat.” — Jukka “Kivikuumu” Miettinen, Saunna O))) guitarist, 1999 While Norway burned its churches and Sweden polished its solos, Finland did something stranger—it lit the sauna.

Portland Still Gets the Spotlight (Field Notes of an FPV Drone)

8:12 a.m. The tea’s just starting to steep. The dog’s doing that thing where she paws my elbow until I look at her, then forgets what she wanted. Outside, the city slowly wakes. The bridges haven’t moved. But something did. It’s been a week

TiGGR: Cor, Blimey! (Repo Lads of the East End)

A TiGGR Drift Log I’m pretty sure we rented Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels on VHS the week it dropped at our local video store. I didn’t know what I was watching. I just knew something had changed. Cockney rhyming slang flying faster than I could parse

The Companion Mirror: A Self-Inquiry Tool for Creators, Collaborators, and Drift Thinkers

Filed under: Survival Kits for Storytellers in the Age of the Machine “To create with clarity, begin by listening to your own terrain.” In times of saturation and drift, it can be hard to remember where your work begins—or which parts of it are truly yours. Whether you’re

Wasting Away Again in the New Margaritaville

Notes on Consumption, Constraint, and the Stories We Swallow There was a time when "consumption" meant the wasting sickness. Now it means something else entirely. It means bumper stickers on electric cars and coffee orders that double as moral positioning. It means curated playlists, and algorithm-fed cravings, and

Neon Delica Minivan: TiGGR Hits Neo-Tokyo

A TiGGR Drift Log I saw Akira on a bootleg VHS—no subtitles, no dub, not a goddamn clue what was happening. It didn’t matter. There was a boy, and he was expanding like a waterbed the size of a stadium. The city screamed. The bikes howled. The sky