Stumbling across an old nest is never a pleasant experience, especially when it belonged to the Audience. You've seen them before in the form of old bandstands in disused parks, stacks of chairs behind the halted remains of a renovated school gym or the smouldering remains of a theatre you swear wasn't there last week.
The Audience move quickly, their numbers swelling and splitting and swelling again as they leave behind almost as many as the incorporate. Nobody can quite tell if it's a parasite, a cult or an actual hoard of ancient bloodthirsty beings and nobody who's gotten close enough to tell has come back alive.
More and more nests are being found, some in the most unusual of places like an abandoned cinema in the middle of the desert, as the Audience begins to panic. Their crowds are so rarely all in one physical place, preferring to be online where everyone is the audience and the Audience is starting to feel isolated.
Their numbers are dwindling, their online presence growing and their bodies fading.
They won't die out, not just yet.
They'll adapt as always and watch us from afar.
The Audience move quickly, their numbers swelling and splitting and swelling again as they leave behind almost as many as the incorporate. Nobody can quite tell if it's a parasite, a cult or an actual hoard of ancient bloodthirsty beings and nobody who's gotten close enough to tell has come back alive.
More and more nests are being found, some in the most unusual of places like an abandoned cinema in the middle of the desert, as the Audience begins to panic. Their crowds are so rarely all in one physical place, preferring to be online where everyone is the audience and the Audience is starting to feel isolated.
Their numbers are dwindling, their online presence growing and their bodies fading.
They won't die out, not just yet.
They'll adapt as always and watch us from afar.
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