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Some time ago you posted a text based interactive game and mentioned that it’s similar to the ones posted on cyoc, I made an account there to look for them but no luck as of yet, any suggestions where I could find them? Any plans to make more?

Here they all are: http://www.cyoc.net/istoryindex.php

Go to the “first chapters”, and then start clicking around–they’re massive. I’d recommend ‘Ty’s Power’ and ‘Chronivac 4.0’ as some good ones to start with.

Have you shown your stories to any inrl friends of yours? What did they think?

Well, for a long time, I’ve done my best to keep Wes separate from my real identity, but over the past couple years, I’ve done my best to let most of my friends and family know what I do as a side job. Of course, I usually keep the content itself from them, though I might relate a few of the stranger stories I’ve had to write for people to them, as examples of what I do. They mostly think it’s crazy. I don’t really blame them, it is kind of crazy.

Have you ever written fanfiction? What is your opinion about it?

No, I haven’t written any fanfiction. It doesn’t really interest me all that much, I suppose? I don’t know–I have too many of my own ideas to borrow someone else’s. 

As for my opinion on it, I suppose that, as a fan, it’s a fine way of continuing the stories, but as a writer, I would probably find it disrespectful if others took my characters and started throwing them into new stories that didn’t come from me–it would feel a little…violating? It’s complicated. You can get really close to your characters sometimes, and seeing them ripped out of your hands like dolls would be a little, unsettling I suppose.

Who are your favorite writers? The ones who don’t write porn that is. Are any of your stories inspired by books you’ve read?

Favorite authors, in no particular order: Jim Butcher, Stephen King (the old stuff), Kurt Vonnegut, George Orwell, Ursula K. LeGuin, Erica Jong, M. John Harrison, Garth Nix, and Jeanette Winterson.  

I would say one book in particular stands out as an inspiration for this stuff, and that would be “The Lathe of Heaven” by Ursula K. LeGuin. In it, a man whose dreams manifest as reality is hijacked by a hypnotist, who tries to use the man’s powers to make the world perfect. Another, lesser influence would be Robin Cook’s “Invasion.”

Heading downstairs to make breakfast before work, you smell smoke coming from the kitchen. Panicking, you rush in to see if something is on fire, and stop dead in your tracks–there, sitting on the counter in nothing more than a jockstrap, is a hairy man smoking a cigar, belching massive amounts of smoke into the room. 

You try and ask him what he’s doing there, but the smoke is making you light headed, and you realize that his plumes are…seeking you out. Crossing the room and drilling themselves down into your lungs, and the smoke is so hot, it burns, and it’s only getting worse.

The stranger stands up and walks over to you, “Submit to the smoke dad, just give in, or it’ll kill you.”

Dad? This hairy, roughneck is your son? The heat is only getting worse, and you realize then that it’s because you’re refusing to exhale. If you keep it in, you know it’ll burn you alive, and so you breathe out, and too late realize that with the breath has gone your will, and maybe even your soul.

Eyes empty, your son places a second cigar in your mouth, and it lights up immediately. You suck in the smoke, eager for anything to fill the void you’ve exhaled, your body slowly changing as you grind your face into your son’s crotch, one more slave to the demonic humidor your son discovered at a curio shop the day before.

Yeah, that’s Buck–ain’t he a beauty? He’s my most recent subject, and definitely my most successful. Eight and a half feet tall, four hundred pounds, and perfectly compliant–he’ll do anything I tell him to do, and for 1000 dollars an hour, anything you tell him to do as well.

Yeah, imagine, this little guy, barely five foot three, slender as a rail, sees the flyer and comes in to meet with me? Lucky for him, he had just the sort of reaction to the drugs I’ve been looking for. Usually after this long the subjects start devolving, going all gorilla on me, but he for some reason metabolizes it perfectly. Of course, there’s wasn’t even much cognitive loss, though the programming has dulled his mind a bit. He smells fantastic too–ha, look at that guy, can’t rip himself away from Buck’s pit, and Buck hasn’t even noticed. So, you interested? I have an opening two months out, if you’d like, but if you don’t book now, I might not have anything available until next year.

Source: coiledfist.org