Pseudopod 285: Kill Screen

by Chris Lewis Carter


The story was First Published in Murky Depths #18, which was released in October, 2011.

Chris Lewis Carter has been featured in over a dozen publications – both online and print – including Murky Depths, Niteblade, Word Riot, Nelson Literacy 8, and Pseudopod 252: The Cord. He is currently working on his first novel, and is the lead writer for Rival Threads: Last Class Heroes, a video game scheduled to be released for iOS, Windows, and Mac in 2012. His website can be found at the link under his name, above.

Also, please check out Chris’ kickstarter campaign for a new fantasy series (click the link), CAMP MYTH.



Your reader this week is Josh Roseman (aka Listener on the forums, click his name to visit his website). Josh is a writer, web developer, and 100 percent human being. He’s been published in Asimov’s, and heard here on Pseudopod as well as on Escape Pod and StarShipSofa. His most recent publication is “Greener” in the April/May 2012 issue of Asimov’s.



Your “lost souls” this week were:

Jacquie Duckworth – Jacquie is an actress and co-founder of Corporate Improv Solutions, a training company that uses improvisational theater techniques to improve employee communication, sales, and customer service skills. Contact her at Info@CorporateImprovSolutions.com.

Mark E. Phair – Mark is a familiar voice to Pseudopod listeners (please see Pseudopod 267: Mentor and Pseudopod 239: The Line).

Jesse Livingston – Jesse’s work has been featured on Pseudopod and The Drabblecast. All of his music, as well as his first novel A THOUSAND LIFETIMES IN AN HOUR, can be found at Reconstructionrecords.com (just click the link under his name).



“I finish cataloging his junk. It’s nothing but shareware for ancient computers, old printer drivers, and a dozen of those America Online discs. I should charge him for making me dig through this mess. ‘Sorry, kid. Even if this stuff didn’t reek, you don’t have anything worth… Hmm?’

At the bottom of the box is a jewel case with no insert. The CD inside has the words Mr. Plott’s Bad Game written in black marker.

‘All right, let’s make a deal.’ I pop open the register, and the sound finally catches his attention. ‘Five bucks for the entire thing.’”