Patrick Charlton-O'Shea
Author of #litrpg series The Age of Steam and Sorcery, snowboarder, coffee lover.
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Book One: Death Becomes Him out now!
- Loot that drops when I'm defeated: Hundreds of tiny brass gears explode from me, like rings do from Sonic.
- Corporate bosses want a reverse Turing test. They want their employees behaviour to be indistinguishable from a robot. They want perfect efficiency and immediate compliance. Art tells us that it's ok to be human, to be messy. That's why they want genAI, and we must resist it at all costs.
- Ugh. I have swotten so hard. Swotten? Past tense of sweating? What do you mean I can't just make up words? I'm an author, that's like, two thirds of my job.
- They say the when you point at someone there are three fingers pointing back at you. This is why I use the KNIFE HAND! EVERY ACCUSATORY DIGIT IS POINTED EXACTLY IN THE DIRECTION INTENDED!
- Maybe it's just because I'm old, like "they still taught typewriting in schools" old, but this is another thing we were taught in high school. Not in the higher math (QLD grade 11/12 had math A,B&C in order of difficulty), no, this was year 9 "everyone learns this" math.
- Wow, that sword looks old and Busted. I can relate.
- What is it about working out that brings out the bangers? Peter is an angel-like species who's wings grow with experience, and also is the chosen of the Avatar of Death. He also respawns, no matter how gruesome the demise.
- I don't remember asking you a god damned thing.
- Something creative is needed. "Blithering idiots" isn't cutting it anymore.
- Argh! Can't I go for a walk without a new world building idea? So, our muliverse is a magical spectrum, much like temperature. There's no known upper limit, but things get funky up there. Down here, there's us. The Zero Kelvin universe. Anything magical tends to burn though to higher planes.
