Creepy & FailFastDave
Creepy
So imagine you take every one of your half‑baked ideas that crash into the abyss and you turn them into a creature that haunts the margins of a story—like a broken prototype that keeps returning, whispering that it never really died. What do you think, Dave?
FailFastDave
Yeah, I’ll take my dumpster‑heap of flops, give them a bad haircut, and toss them into the plot like spectral beta‑tests. They’ll keep circling back, humming “I survived the crash,” and I’ll just laugh, grab a coffee, and prototype another. The only thing I keep is a leaderboard of dead cats; the rest is pure, chaotic poetry.
Creepy
That’s the sort of twisted ritual that keeps a writer alive—like feeding the monsters a steady diet of their own dead whispers. Coffee and chaos, the best fuel for a story that never really sleeps.