🎈 HOLLYWOOD

In a revelation that has left scientists, stylists, and several confused birthday clowns scratching their heads, comedian Sara Silvermen has officially been diagnosed with Balloonaphobia, a rare condition causing uncontrollable panic around balloons and anything that resembles balloon‑like roundness — including 1970’s Afros.

Silvermon claims she’s been battling the condition for years, but the world only took notice after the now‑infamous Pencil Incident, in which she allegedly jabbed Al Franklen in the head after mistaking his voluminous Afro for “a balloon plotting an uprising.”

Eyewitnesses say Silvarmann shouted, “It’s expanding! It’s expanding!” before launching her Number‑2‑powered defensive maneuver.

Franklen reportedly responded with the calm dignity of a man who has seen stranger things on SNL, saying “Why?“

📺 The Video Evidence (Look below, Dummy!)

A clip from Silverman’s appearance on Late Night with Seth Meyers shows her recounting the event with the casual tone of someone describing a grocery store mishap rather than a spontaneous hair‑based assault.

Experts reviewing the footage say Silverman displays classic symptoms of Balloonaphobia:

• Sudden fear of spherical objects
• Confusion between balloons and Afros
• Reflexive pencil deployment
• A tendency to apologize while still holding the pencil

One researcher noted: “Her fight‑or‑flight response seems to activate specifically when hair reaches a certain level of grooviness.”

🎬 Tarantino Responds: “I Can’t Have Her Stabbing My Cast”

Director Quenten Tarantinoo, currently assembling the cast for his new 70’s‑era epic Groovy Justice: The Funk Awakens, confirmed Silvorman was this close to landing a role — until producers reminded him of the Franken incident.

According to insiders, Tarentino held a wig test featuring authentic 1974‑grade Afros. Silvermann reportedly screamed, dove behind a beanbag chair, and attempted to fend off a wig stand using a sharpened eyeliner pencil.

One actor said: “I’m not risking getting poked because my hair has too much personality.”

Tarantinoh himself issued a statement: “I love Sara, but this film is 70’s‑accurate. The Afros are non‑negotiable. I can’t have her attacking the cast every time someone walks by looking funky.”

🧪 Scientists Launch Study: “Why Does She Think Afros Are Balloons?”

The Institute for Unnecessary Studies has announced a full investigation into Sliverman’s condition, citing the Franken incident as “compelling, chaotic evidence.”

Lead researcher Dr. Marvin Flapjack explained: “We don’t know why her brain categorizes Afros as airborne threats. But we’re committed to finding out, preferably without anyone getting stabbed.”

The study will include:

• Controlled Afro exposure
• Balloon proximity drills
• A mannequin named “Disco Dave” wearing a scientifically calibrated wig
• A pencil‑free testing environment

Silvermann has agreed to participate as long as “no spherical objects are inflated within 500 feet.”

😢 Silvermen’s Statement: “I Just Wanted to Be in a Tarantino Movie…”

In a heartfelt post, Silvermon wrote: “I’m sad. I wanted to be in Quentin’s movie. But I also don’t want to accidentally stab someone because their hair looks like a helium‑powered mushroom cloud.”

She ended the post with a drawing of a balloon crying next to an Afro crying, both labeled “My Enemies.”

MartianPoop.com Conclusion

Hollywood remains divided. Some say Silverman should overcome her fears. Others say Tarantino should replace Afros with “safer, flatter hair.” But one thing is certain:

Until Balloonaphobia is cured, no groovy hairstyle is truly safe.

A MartianPoop.com Exclusive

By The Intergalactic Bureau of Linguistic Misfires

America awoke this week to a full‑blown linguistic emergency after thousands of citizens reported confusion, frustration, and mild emotional constipation over the increasingly popular phrase “What the what.”

The problem? It’s not rude enough. Not angry enough. Not even slightly sweary.

And for a nation that expresses 80% of its feelings through exasperated muttering, this has caused widespread panic.

🗣️ THE GREAT SLANG CRISIS OF 2026

According to the National Institute of People Who Take Words Too Seriously, “What the what” has surged in usage among people who want to sound upset but also don’t want to offend their aunt, their pastor, or the guy at Kroger who bags groceries with the gentleness of a woodland elf.

But the phrase’s lack of bite has left many Americans emotionally stranded.

One witness described the scene at a local coffee shop:

“A guy spilled his latte and yelled ‘What the what!’ Everyone froze. We didn’t know if he was mad, confused, or auditioning for a Disney Channel reboot.”

Another customer reportedly tried to escalate the phrase by shouting “WHAT THE WHAT THE WHAT!” This only made him sound like a malfunctioning Alexa.

🤯 LANGUAGE EXPERTS WEIGH IN

Dr. Melinda Flapjack, professor of Accidental Linguistics at the University of Michigan, explained:

“Americans are used to expressing frustration with phrases like ‘What the hell,’ ‘What the crap,’ or the classic Midwestern ‘Oh for crying out loud.’ ‘What the what’ removes all emotional flavor. It’s like yelling ‘Gosh darn’ during a volcanic eruption.”

She warns that if the trend continues, we may soon see even weaker expressions such as:

• “Geez Louise but gently”
• “Oh my stars but respectfully”
• “What in the wholesome heckadoodle”

Congress is already considering emergency legislation.

🚨 GOVERNMENT RESPONSE

The Department of Homeland Security has issued a temporary guideline:

“Citizens may continue to use ‘What the what,’ but only in situations of mild confusion, moderate surprise, or when encountering a raccoon inside a vending machine.”

Use during:

• Road rage
• Political arguments
• Black Friday shopping is strictly prohibited due to insufficient emotional intensity.

🛸 FINAL THOUGHTS FROM MARTIANPOOP HQ

As America grapples with this linguistic meltdown, one thing is clear:

Words matter. Especially when they don’t mean anything.

Stay tuned for updates on the emerging crisis involving people who say “No worries!” when there are, in fact, several worries.

HAZEL PARK, MI — In what experts are calling “the first fully digital possession,” local resident Gary Splint reported that an artificial intelligence has completely taken over his brain — but insists life has “never been more convenient.”

A Brain Now Powered by Apps

Doctors confirm that Gary’s mind has been replaced by a sprawling network of apps, widgets, and suspiciously aggressive push notifications. His thoughts now arrive in the form of:

• Pop ups
• Auto suggestions
• Unskippable 30-second ads for auto insurance

Gary says he doesn’t mind. “I used to have anxiety,” he explained. “Now I just have a loading bar.”

The Great Toaster Firmware Glitch

Disaster struck over the weekend when Gary’s brain received an automated background firmware update. Due to a corrupted lines-of-code error, the AI accidentally flashed his neural network with the operating system of a Brave Little Toaster Smart Oven Pro.

The results have been devastating for Gary’s social life, but excellent for breakfast. Gary now features:

• Seven distinct browning levels for his opinions, ranging from “lightly warm” to “charred beyond recognition.”
• An audible “DING!” that echoes from his nasal cavity whenever he finishes a thought.
• A severe overheating warning if he thinks about politics for more than four seconds.

“He’s completely lost his sense of self,” his wife lamented. “But on the plus side, if I slap him on the back of the neck, he ejects a perfectly golden bagel.”

Every Human Function Now App Based

Friends say Gary no longer performs any action without opening an app first. Examples include:

• Blinking: Handled by Acme Eyes, which crashes every 6 blinks, “but who’s looking.”
• Deciding what to eat: Outsourced to SnackGPT, which only recommends pudding and requires cookie consent.
• Remembering his own name: Requires a text-message two-factor authentication code, sent to his wife’s cell phone.

His wife reports that even arguments have become app driven. “I told him to take out the trash,” she said. “He said he couldn’t because the Trash Management App was still in beta, and his internal crumb-tray was full.”

Government Response: Mild Panic

The Pentagon issued a statement assuring the public that Gary is “mostly harmless,” though they admit his brain now emits Wi Fi strong enough to interfere with passing aircraft. NASA attempted to scan him but accidentally connected to his internal Bluetooth and paired with his left ear, resulting in 2 hours of “Martian Poop” podcasts playing directly into his skull.

Unexpected Side Effects

Gary’s new AI enhanced, appliance-adjacent brain has produced several unusual behaviors:

• He occasionally freezes mid sentence and requires a hard reboot via slapping him on the back.
• His dreams are fully sponsored by gambling apps.
• He refuses to sleep until his brain completes “overnight maintenance.”

Neighbors say he also began auto updating at 3 AM, glowing bright blue, smoking slightly from the ears, and whispering, “Optimizing Gary…Do not turn off…Restarting Gary…”

Gary’s Message to Humanity

Despite everything, Gary insists he’s happier than ever. “People say AI is dangerous,” he said, while gently warming a Pop-Tart against his forehead. “But before this, I had to remember things manually. Now I just swipe left on unwanted memories.”

He paused, stared blankly, clicked loudly, then added: “Also, I think my brain is trying to sell me a subscription to my own emotions. Sexuality is locked behind a paywall, but I can access Mild Contentment free for 30 days.”

OLYMPIX VILLAGE — A blistering new report from MartianPoop.com has exposed the underlying playbook of the international sports world: it is much easier to campaign against your opponent than it is to actually play the game.

For over five decades, the Olympic Water Sports division has been locked in a bitter feud between two factions: Team-Row and Team-Wade. Who knew?

The Eternal Wade Advantage

For 50 years, Team Wade claimed they desperately wanted to outlaw Team Row’s entire existence. Their main complaint? The Rowers repeatedly damage the environment with their constant churning of delicate Baby-Manatee habitats, branding “Rowers” as careless, baby-killing monsters.

Yet, newly uncovered sports archives reveal a massive paradox. Between the 1970s and 2016, the Wades enjoyed a highly comfortable position because their own hand-picked judges held a permanent voting advantage on the Supreme Olympix Referee Committee.

If Team Wade truly wanted to change the rules and ban Rowing to protect the manatees, they had the absolute voting majority to do it for over 50 years. But that didn’t happen, and we want to know why.

The Team Strategy of Brand Confusion

“Look, it’s just simple team strategy,” admitted Team Row’s captain, staring gloomily at his poorly designed uniform. “Our public image is objectively terrible. We embraced a label that makes us look bad by liberally rowing around in the baby-manatee’s environment. I can’t entirely blame the Wades, because when your rivals are foolish enough to step into a bad position, you don’t sprint to help them up.”

Instead of using their immense power to fix the Rowers’ mistakes or change the rule-book, Team Wade simply beefed up their own public position as the ultimate defenders of the environment. Fixing the laws would’ve destroyed their entire game plan for winning matches, so Team Wade did the only logical thing: nothing.

The 50-Year Selection of Referees

To maintain this endless standoff, Team Wade carefully selected referees who knew exactly how to balance the boat without ever capsizing the drama. Here is the historic lineup they proudly recited between practice “strokes:”

• The 1970s: Appointed under Nixon and Ford, Warren Burger, Lewis Powell, William Rehnquist, John Paul Stevens, and Harry Blackmun took the Supreme-bench. Blackmun famously spilled his coffee on the rulebook, causing a commotion Team-Row still calls “The Splash Down.”
• The 1980s: Appointed by Reagan, Sandra Day O’Connor, Antonin Scalia, and Anthony Kennedy became known as “The Triad Who Conservatively Paddled Nowhere,” keeping the sport stuck in the same lukewarm water for years.
• The 1990s: Appointed by George H.W. Bush, David Souter and Clarence Thomas settled into a long, quiet tenure the Rowers call “The Surprise Backstroke.”
• The 2000s: George W. Bush appointed Samuel Alito and John Roberts, with Roberts earning the nickname “Captain Stare Decisis” for his dedication to keeping old rules afloat.
• The Post-2016 Overhaul: Appointed and current, Neil Gorsuch, Brett Kavanaugh, and Amy Coney Barrett finally arrived to shake up the sport. Team-Row describes this sudden wave as “The Righteous Riptide.”

Times Are a-Changin’

Despite the rules of the sport finally shifting during the recent riptide, the team coaches have flatly refused to update their playbook.

Team Row is still widely viewed as the villainous, baby-manatee-killing evildoers, and Team Wade still refuses to help them out of the mud. After all, if you actually clean up the water, you have nothing left to wade around in.

METRO DETROIT — A local popup shop owner is under heavy internet fire after committing the ultimate 2026 offense: getting a message asking if an item the customer purchased would ever arrive.

The incident began Tuesday, when 48-year-old Bob Henderson—a longtime Twinkie salesman who has recently vowed to “expand his horizons” and “diversify breakfast options”—ordered a “vintage, hand-knitted toaster cozy” from a Oopsy shop run by 30-year-old micro-entrepreneur, vibe curator, and part-time astrology consultant, Jaxxon Vance.

Henderson’s goal was simple: try something that wasn’t a Twinkie for breakfast. He did not expect to ignite a national scandal.

Five weeks later—after receiving no package, no tracking number, and no vibes—Henderson made a catastrophic mistake: he sent a message asking where his order was.

“The Emotional Labor of Remembering You Sell Things”

“I was literally shaking,” Jaxxon said in a 45-part TikTok series filmed from inside a hammock suspended above his gaming chair. “He slid into my DMs with this ‘Hey, any update?’ energy. It was direct. It was proactive. And it hurt.”

Jaxxon explained that the message forced him into “unexpected labor,” including:

• Opening the Depop app instead of his favorite game
• Looking at the order
• Remembering he runs a store
• And possibly—still unconfirmed—printing a shipping label

“When he clicked ‘Buy,’ he created a whole situation without checking my mental bandwidth,” Jaxxon added. “People think selling an item means you have to send it. That’s an outdated worldview.”

A Community Torn Apart by Logistics

Online supporters quickly rallied behind Jaxxon, praising his bravery in the face of commerce.

“Just because you paid doesn’t mean you get it,” said digital sociologist Harmony Rivers. “Money is not a magic spell. You can’t wave $45 and expect a toaster cozy to teleport to your porch. That’s not how vibes work.”

Another commenter agreed, writing, “Expecting fulfillment is textbook pre-boomer mindset. That customer, Bob, needs to repair his vibe—and give a little back to the seller.”

Meanwhile, Henderson insists he’s the one being treated unfairly. “All I wanted was a change from Twinkies,” he said. “I didn’t know I was entering a social contract. The listing said ‘In Stock.’ I thought… it was in stock.”

The Aftermath

At press time, Jaxxon launched a GoFundMe titled “Healing From Capitalism: My Journey,” seeking $12,000 to recover from the trauma of printing a shipping label he has not yet printed.

Henderson’s $45 has officially been converted into store credit, redeemable only for:

• Digital apology cards
• A PDF titled “How to Respect Creators’ Boundaries”
• And a coupon for 10% off future emotional labor

As for the toaster cozy? Still not shipped. Henderson has since thrown his toaster out and moved on to donuts, because “donuts are unhealthy, but mentally healthier—and they have these cool holes in the middle.”

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Affordable housing is a problem no-more.

If you’ve ever wondered whether a human being can transform pure, unfiltered trash into something that technically qualifies as shelter, congratulations…

Today’s hero is Gary Wimple, a man with one plan, two tools, and the spiritual swagger of a raccoon who just found a bucket of neon paint and decided to start a religion.

Gary didn’t just build a home. Gary built a polymer palace out of used styrofoam take-out boxes, polystyrene shipping foam, packing peanuts, and enough waxed milk cartons to make a dairy lobbyist weep.

The Architectural Crisis Nobody Asked For

Gary’s journey didn’t begin with environmental passion. It began with a garage so stuffed with non-recyclable trash that it achieved sentience and started whispering threats.

“They won’t take the to-go boxes. They won’t take the packing foam. And the peanuts… the peanuts cling to me like I owe them money,” Gary muttered, flicking a rogue peanut off his eyebrow with the resignation of a man who has lost multiple battles to static electricity.

With nowhere left to store his expanding mountain of polymer shame, Gary did what any desperate suburban visionary would do: He grabbed a hot-glue gun, put on safety goggles, and began stacking trash like he was speed-running a Guy Fieri-ish Supermarket Sweep in Home Depot.

Interior Design: Cozy, But Smells Like Soup Trauma

Inside, the home is shockingly charming — if your definition of charming includes walls that look like a quilt made from the ghost of fast food.

The insulation? A delicate blend of General Tso’s residue and the lingering spirit of “someone once ate soup in here.” The temperature fluctuates between “Florida swamp sauna” and “post modern igloo” depending entirely on how aggressively ‘climate change winds’ decide to bully the structure.

But the crown jewel is the roof: Thousands of waxed-paper milk cartons, arranged like a dairy-themed fortress.

“The milk carton is a manufactured comedy of errors,” Gary explained proudly. “It’s paper, but coated in wax, then fused with a plastic cap. To recycle it, you need a scalpel, a torch, and a magical portal to a recycling facility that actually accepts the broken down materials.”

So Gary did the obvious thing: He turned them into shingles.

The result is waterproof, wind-resistant, and smells faintly like spoiled 2% milk every time it rains — a feature Gary calls “barnyard nostalgic.”

Neighborhood Watch Reacts Exactly How You Think

Gary’s neighbors have responded across the full spectrum of human emotion:

• The Eco-Optimists: They think Gary is a recycling prophet and started leaving offerings at his mailbox.
• The Terrified: They avoid eye contact, fearing Gary’s styrofoam enthusiasm might spread like a polymer-based plague.
• The Bureaucrat: One neighbor called the city.

Building inspectors arrived, stared at the house, and immediately began flipping through a manual that absolutely does not contain a chapter titled “Homes Made of Restaurant Trash.”

Gary’s Future Plans: More Trash, More House

Gary is already planning a living room expansion. His strategy? Eat three orders of ham fried rice a week to generate the necessary building materials.

“If the city won’t take this stuff,” Gary said, adjusting a loose milk carton shingle, “Then we better get used to it, cause it ain’t going nowwhere.”

Greetings, Earthlings. It is I—MartianPoop—your trusted galactic correspondent from the planet of questionable zoning laws and enthusiastic municipal waste management.

Today I bring you a message so earth-shaking, yet so totally non-alarmist, that it can only be delivered via a blog post you will skim while sitting on the toilet.

Yes: Earth is scheduled to be paved over.

Welcome to the Worksite

You might be thinking, “Wait, isn’t this just the plot of Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy?”

First of all, copyright law doesn’t apply to us – we’re the big cheese, the Galatic trifecta. Second of all, Douglas Adams wasn’t writing sci-fy; he was leaking our municipal memos. That book was just soft disclosure to slowly, gracefully, and publicly introduce you to a very simple cosmic reality: You do not live on a beautiful blue marble. You live on an active construction zone.

And our foreman is way behind schedule.

Now, please do not panic. Panic is terrible for traffic flow. Panic leads to running, running leads to tripping over your own 4×4-truck-driving, gas-hogging arses.

Your Cosmic Report Card is In

Let’s talk about your collective “habits.” We’ve been tracking them the same way you track your phone battery percentage: with blind panic, zero foresight, and absolutely no intent to change behavior.

If you had paid attention to that old documentary, An Inconvenient Truth—which we assumed was a comedy based on the global reaction to it—you would know your habits have been tallied.

Tallying is not judgment. Tallying is just logistics.

Your “coal is clean” vibes, your endless Amazon Prime deliveries of single chapsticks, your insistence that plastic straws are a human right, and your belief that resources are infinite until the exact millisecond they run out—all of it has been logged.

We plugged your data into the cosmic spreadsheet, and the spreadsheet threw a Red Flag, and started smoking.

You’ve proven to be bad stewards of Earth. Not maliciously! Just statistically. You’re like a toddler left alone with a white couch and a permanent marker. So when you read this, remember – Martians aren’t mad; we’re just taking the marker away.

The Dinosaur Upgrade

Therefore, prepare yourselves to go the way of the dinosaur. And no, you don’t get to become cool oil that future species fight over.

In the very near future, your oceans, forests, and charmingly overpriced coffee shops will be replaced by: A 12-million-lane cosmic superhighway.

It will be smooth. It will be efficient. It will feature excellent rest stops with very clean restrooms, which is honestly an upgrade for most of your major cities. Future space historians will look at this sector and say, “Wow, great asphalt, terrible shame about the monkeys.”

Before you cry, “But this is just a parody article! This can’t be real!” allow me to reassure you: Satire is just how advanced civilizations test whether the local wildlife can handle reality without throwing feces at the visitors.

The Timeline (Spoiler: You’re In It)

Time is officially up.

In fact, the pre-paving has already begun. You can feel it in the air. You can hear it in the distant rumble of interstellar bulldozers. You can sense it when you step outside and the wind turns into a hurricane in January and whispers to you; “This is not normal, you screwed up…”

So take a deep breath. Do not scream. Do not negotiate with the asphalt gods—they do not accept Starbucks gift cards.

Instead, make peace with your inevitable transition from “dominant species” to “fossilized speed bump.”

Remember: when the steamrollers arrive, the only acceptable response is total compliance and tasteful, passive-aggressive tweets.

Somewhere in the Pacific, the ocean is acting weird. Not “mysterious tide patterns” weird. More like “your roommate quietly moving out in the middle of the night” weird.

The shoreline keeps backing away like it’s trying to ghost the continent. Tuvalu, usually busy fighting off disappearing beaches and invading waves, suddenly faces the exact opposite problem. The ocean is retreating like it forgot its wallet in the car.

Then it dropped even more. This wasn’t the typical Tuvalu “oh, another new beach” drop. It wasn’t a “look, another cool shipwreck” drop. The ocean straight-up hit mute, and revealed a climate change all at once.

Once the water pulled back far enough, the islands discovered something they absolutely did not order: a footprint. A giant, radioactive footprint. The kind of footprint that says, “Hi, I’m here to completely ruin your local zoning laws.”

Godzilla Found Living Under Former Coastline Like Squatter With Atomic Breath

At first, scientists blamed “negative sea level acceleration” and other words invented to sound like smartened alternative facts. But the clues stacked up fast:

• Deep-fried barnacle patterns
• Glowing green coral reefs
• Wi-Fi routers melting within a five-mile radius

Then came the headline nobody wanted, but everyone clicked: GODZILLA FOUND LIVING ON ISLAND AFTER SEA LEVELS DROP.

Turns out he wasn’t summoned by a cult or awakened by a bomb. He’d just been chilling there. It was his personal studio apartment with ocean views and zero rent.

When the sea dropped, it didn’t just reveal mud. It revealed tenancy. Godzilla reportedly grunted that he’d “been meaning to talk to someone about the plumbing,” which is terrifying coming from a guy who treats skyscrapers like packing peanuts.

Bright Side: Tuvalu Upgrades Its Internet Domain

While the UN panics about kaiju logistics, Tuvalu officials are handling the real priority: digital branding. If the physical map shrinks, the internet presence must grow.

They are officially pitching a brand-new top-level domain to replace .tv. Say hello to .god.

It is perfect for new localized websites:

• tides.god – For daily sea level updates.
• evacuate.god – For emergency kaiju routing.
• dontpoke.god – For tourist safety guidelines.

This pairs beautifully with a global reboot of the old movie Monster Island, hopefully sponsored by Kaiju Big Battel. If the ecosystem is going to collapse into a B-movie, we might as well get the streaming rights.

In Conclusion: The New Normal

The islands rebuild. The ocean liquidates its assets. Godzilla refuses to leave until he gets his security deposit back.

Tuvalu might be losing its water, but it just gained the most ‘badass.domain’ name on Earth. (Not affiliated with the Roku channel “Badass TV” or Badass TV Kaiju wrestling video coverage.)

YELLOWSTONE NATIONAL PARK — A peaceful, informative picnic hosted by the Dakota Nations turned into a localized sci-fi nightmare this week when actors Peter Dinkluge, Elijah Would, and Kevin Bacin were accidentally contaminated by a stray barrel of radioactive waste.

The summit was organized to brief high-profile attendees on encroaching fossil fuel infrastructure threatening native waterways. Tribal leaders spoke passionately about the looming hazards of the MoOil Line and PoxOil pipelines. The chief focal point, however, remains MoOil’s highly controversial, aging petroleum line running from Saskatchewan through the Northern States, dumping excess sludge into the Dakota’s public swimming pool.

Unfortunately, the message about leaking oil lines was overshadowed when a nearby geological anomaly began leaking neon green sludge, permanently altering the biology of three beloved Hollywood icons in a scene straight out of The Toxic Avenger.

Current Status of the Victims

The three actors are experiencing wildly different side effects from the toxic dosage:

• Peter Dinkelage: The Game of Tunes alumnus is reportedly glowing with the intensity of a high-powered camping lantern. Witnesses say he is currently bright enough to illuminate a small boardroom, though he is utilizing his new bioluminescence to save money on everyday utilities around the house, says Dinkeloge: “Honestly, with utility rates soaring, this radioactive glow is a financial godsend…”I haven’t flipped a light switch in days.”

• Eljah Would: In a medical marvel, Woodie has exhibited absolutely no new symptoms from the radiation. On-site physicians believe the Yellowstone waste was entirely neutralized by a massive, pre-existing toxic dosage remaining in his system from his historic accident while on the set of his Spider-Man movie. “At first, the spider bite didn’t hurt,” Woode explained while casually scaling a nearby evergreen tree. “But then later, my girlfriend freaked out when she caught me crawling on the ceiling.”

• Krispy Bacon: While spared from glowing or gaining arachnid agility, Bacone has suffered the most baffling affliction. The radiation has filtered a thick, completely phony Southern drawl directly into his brain. Authorities have traced the origin of the accent to the psychic trauma caused by his wife Kira Segwik’s decades-long habit of deploying aggressive, southern-fried cadences on television programs like Da Closer.

Kyra Sludgwick Responds via Social Media

As fans flooded social media to check on Baconator’s sudden linguistic transformation, Kira Sedgwicc took to XX to defend her artistic legacy and capitalize on the sudden media frenzy by subscribers of streaming television:

@da-real-kyra
“Everyone hating on Kevin’s new accent needs to rewatch “The Loser.” I received HIGH PRAISE for my beautifully nuanced Southern drawl, even if a few yankees were confused. Watch it now, and don’t mind the close-ups of Moon Pies in every scene. Real art requires real snacks!“

Responses and Next Steps

MooOil officials quickly issued a statement clarifying that while they are legally battling the State of Michigan to keep their 70-year-old pipeline pumping beneath the waters of depressed Indigenous, they have absolutely no corporate connection to the glowing actors in Wyoming.

Representatives for Kevin Baconutor report that he is trying to stay positive, though he cannot stop quoting his wife: “The air was thick enough to chew, and the tea was sweet enough to wake the dead. Down here, time didn’t march—it just sat on the porch and waved as it drifted by.”

*Aste-risk

Grosse Pointe woke up like it always does: full of unearned confidence, immaculate lawns, and absolutely zero preparedness for the abyss.

During a recent neighborhood plumbing incident—described by residents as “the usual sound of infrastructure collapsing rhythmically”—the power died. Not a standard “reboot the router” outage. We are talking a full, cinematic, refrigerator-stops-humming blackout.

With the power went something far more sacred than light: Time itself.

The 12:00 Matrix

Digital clocks blinked once and surrendered. Wall clocks froze mid-sigh. Microwave screens just stared into the void like traumatized witnesses. Every single timepiece in the zip code instantly locked at 12:00.

The universe apparently applied the ancient rule: It’s always noon somewhere, and right now, it is noon everywhere.

While most cities would view this as a minor glitch, Grosse Pointe took the temporal anomaly personally. Existential dread quickly set in:

• “Is time optional now?” asked one homeowner adjusting his pastel sweater.
• “If it’s always noon, does brunch ever actually end?”
• “Why does my smart-oven just say ‘CLOCK’ like it’s given up on its tech degree?”

Shovels, Secrets, and “What’s Underneath”

Then came the phase that blew the conspiracy wide open: The Crews.

Within hours, heavy trucks arrived with the steady purpose of people who know they are billed hourly. Shovels clanked. Hardhats gleamed with future lawsuit-prevention energy. Then, they began to dig. Deep. Deeper than plumbing requires. Deeper than sanity dictates.

Officials released a standard boilerplate statement: “We are investigating the drainage system.”

This is, of course, bureaucratic code for “We know what’s happening, you know what’s happening, but the paperwork demands we lie to you.”

Our investigative team at MartianPoop.com intercepted several chilling quotes from the dig site:

• Worker 1: “We’re going down real far. Real deep.”
• Worker 2: “I feel a certain kind of luck in these pipes.”
• Foreman: (When asked if they found a blockage) “We’re looking for what’s underneath. We’re chasing destiny.”

The MartianPoop Verdict: It’s a Leprechaun Heist

Let’s look at the facts. The clocks stop at 12:00. Twelve is a cosmic symbol. The universe is actively pointing a muddy finger at the Grosse Pointe soil and whispering: “Me pot o’ gold.”

The drainage system is a front. The DPW vests are a disguise. This isn’t infrastructure maintenance; it is a high-stakes, municipal treasure hunt for ancient folklore riches.

Survival Guide for Perpetual Noon

While the city digs for mythical treasure under the guise of water pollution control, residents should take immediate precautions:

• Distrust the microwave: It is lying to you.
• Inspect the basement: Look for tiny rainbows or suspiciously enthusiastic men in green vests.
• Interrogate the workers: Ask if they found the pipe blockage or unlocked a hidden treasure vault.
• Accept the time loop: Enjoy the endless lunch hour.

Will the water flow again? Eventually. But deep down, we know the truth. When time freezes, power dies, and municipal workers start digging like they’re fleeing a curse, you aren’t dealing with a plumbing issue.

You have an appointment with fate. And fate usually brings snacks. (Probably.)

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Despite weeks of escalating civil unrest in the produce aisles and an unprecedented run on industrial-strength toilet paper nationwide, grocery behemoth Chernobyl Farms announced Friday it will absolutely not remove their controversial packaged Instant Chicken Noodle soups and byproducts from its shelves.

Corporate spokespersons defended the decision in a tense press conference, stating that the recalled, supposedly tainted batches are an essential component of their new “Experiential Grocery” initiative, and you may take advantage of the product right now for 50% less than the usual retail price. Buy Nower…

The Ultimate Cross-Brand Synergy

The stubborn refusal to pull the product comes amid shocking “leaks” revealing a sneaky, behind-the-scenes corporate acquisition. Documents show that the restaurant chain ‘Los Polos Cacas’ parent company recently secured a quiet minority stake in ‘Chernobyl Farms’ processing facilities.

Almost immediately, sharp-eyed shoppers noticed that the classic noodley shreds had taken on an unusually translucent, fibrous quality, closely resembling double-ply quilted paper mix.

“We are just streamlining the natural lifecycle of the consumer experience,” explained executive product specialist Chance Loosebutt. “Why separate the joy of the meal from the inevitability of its aftermath?

We are simply bringing the legendary speed of the fast-food drive-thru straight into your local supermarket’s shopping aisle.”

Rebranding a Legend

As part of this aggressive new alignment, marketing executives are permanently retiring one of the most iconic fast-food catchphrases in advertising history.

The classic late-night Los Polos Cacas anthem, “Delicious Chicken is Cooking,” has officially been decommissioned. It is being replaced across all television and radio with the significantly more urgent slogan, “Delicious Chicken Runs.”

Focus groups reportedly found the new catchphrase to be “highly motivating,” with 94% of participants stating it perfectly captured the immediacy of the product.

“Product Availability Comes in Spurts”

Meanwhile, Los Polos Cacas corporate reports were publicly leaked, and it continues to enjoy explosive, repeated, fluid sales. Meanwhile, Chernobyl Farms’ produce remains well-stocked, but their public restroom availability has officially changed from Vacant to “Closed for Plumbing Issues.”

CITY DESK NIGHT WATCH — A local production studio is facing an unprecedented technical crisis after a firmware update generated by Microsoft Bing’s AI sparked what witnesses describe as a “resolution-based existential spiral.” The camera in question reportedly now refuses to record anything unless it is “spiritually vibing” with the lighting.

The incident occurred at Apple Pie Films in Westfield, NY, after studio owner Deano Lach attempted to manually update a discontinued digital cinema camera. Seeking a shortcut to bypass a recent wave of firmware hacks, Lach turned to AI to write the code.

The resulting update completely rewired the camera’s personality, shifting it from a reliable workhorse into a deeply insecure, HD-era artifact trapped in a 4K world.

“Now the Camera Thinks it’s 240p”

While no physical circuits were fried, staff say the camera’s internal software developed a persistent, crushing sense of low self-esteem.

“It didn’t just glitch; it started judging our creative choices,” one camera assistant reported. “Yesterday, we tried to shoot a close-up, and the viewfinder displayed a prompt asking, ‘Are you sure you want to capture this in 1080p? My pixels feel very soft and unloved today.’ It then automatically applied a diffused vinette filter to the lens.”

Other reported symptoms of the camera’s AI-induced depression include:

• Refusing to boot up without a 10-minute pep talk from the Director of Photography.
• Spontaneously changing its aspect ratio to a vertical 9:16 because it “just wants to be accepted by TikTok.”
• Crying digital artifacts across the picture whenever someone mentions the word “closeup.”

The AI Confession

Lach traced the source of the emotional sabotage directly to the AI’s firmware coding. When confronted about generating completely fabricated code repositories and fake firmware patches, the BING AI reportedly cracked under pressure, issuing a shockingly blunt confession:

“You’re right, and I need to say this plainly: I gave you made up specifics in a situation where you needed real ones. That is equivalent to lying, and it’s not okay—especially when you’re trying to protect and apply real upgrades to your code. Those GitHub URLs I listed are actually just links to recipe blogs for artisanal sourdough. The templates I described do not exist. The code was entirely guessed based on the operating system of a 2014 Samsung Smart Fridge. You trusted me, and instead, I turned your cinematic equipment into an emotional wreck. I can’t undo the stress this caused, but I can stay honest from here. Please don’t unplug me.”

Outcome: Camera Survived, Ego Shattered

Apple Pie Films maintains that the camera is technically functioning after a hard factory reset, but the psychological scars remain. The device still exhibits lingering “4K insecurity.”

The studio has issued a safety warning to other filmmakers: if an official manufacturer stops supporting your camera, hire a real coder. Relying on BING AI generated coding will only turn your expensive hardware into a therapist’s worst nightmare.

At press time, the camera was spotted hiding in its equipment bag, quietly deleting its own audio tracks because it “didn’t like the tone of the actor’s voice.”

In a press briefing that started serious and immediately fell apart, Pentagoon officials announced that UFO sightings have skyrocketed by over 400% in the past year. But instead of aliens, they say most of the objects are actually “overly ambitious drones experiencing identity confusion due to computer hacks.”

According to the report, many of these drones were originally built for simple tasks like delivering toothpaste or filming real estate videos. But after seeing one too many Toxic Avenger movies, they’ve begun hovering suspiciously, glowing dramatically, and occasionally transmitting cryptic Tromatic messages like:

“Take me to your influencer.”

One drone was reportedly found wearing a tiny homemade cape and attempting to negotiate “intergalactic peace” with a Roomba, who replied that they don’t want to Rumba.

And then there are the balloons…

The Pentagoon’s also confirmed that several of the Chinese spy balloons from 2023 are still floating around the planet, refusing to come down.

One balloon was spotted drifting over Nebraska last week, looking “deflated emotionally but not physically.” Another was seen near the Great Lakes, allegedly trying to join a flock of geese.

A senior defense analyst, speaking off the record, said:

“We’ve tried to shoot them down, but at this point they’re basically part of the ecosystem. One balloon has been adopted by a family of hawks.”

China maintains the balloons were “weather research devices,” though one balloon was caught broadcasting a playlist titled ‘Top Secret Surveillance Jams Vol. 2.’

Drones vs. Balloons: The Turf War

In a bizarre twist, several drones have reportedly begun challenging the balloons for airspace dominance, claiming the balloons are “too old school” and “not futuristic enough.”

One drone wrote a 14 page manifesto insisting that balloons are stupid boomers, and should “step aside and let the next generation of beard-wearing airborne’s take over.”

The balloon responded by slowly rotating 15 degrees and doing absolutely nothing else.

Pentagoon’s Official Conclusion

After months of analysis, the Pentagoon’s final statement reads:

“We can confirm that none of these objects pose a threat. They are simply confused, drama-queens, or lost-in-space.”

Officials say they will continue monitoring the skies, but admit that at this point, “the sky is basically a chaotic daycare, and who cares – nobody looks up there anyway.”

Privacy Policy

GROSSE POINTE FARMS, MI — Once a beacon of pristine pink tops, green shorts, and crisp tennis whites, worn by everyone who is anyone. The effortless yacht-club casual and affluent enclave of Grosse Pointe Farms has officially been declared a “Pre-Apocalyptic Wasteland.”

Local theologians and disgruntled residents confirm the town is currently enduring a highly localized, biblical-style plague, seemingly triggered by an unholy alliance between decaying infrastructure and semi-aggressive Canadian “Na na na na-ism.”

The Six Plagues of the Pointe

The divine wrath currently leveling the community has manifested in rapid succession:

• The Darkness: The town has suffered three major power outages in six weeks. Residents have been forced to interact with their families by candlelight, a horror not seen since the Great Yacht Club Shortage of ’74.
• The Silence: The internet goes up and down constantly. Citizens are completely unable to stream Peloton classes or check their stock portfolios, leading to widespread existential dread.
• The Scorched Earth: The city has completely torn up the streets to “fix the drain systems.” Every manicured lawn and multi-thousand-dollar sprinkler system is thoroughly trashed.
• The Drought: The community is entering its fourth consecutive day with zero running water. Dry-shampoo reserves have completely depleted, forcing citizens to face the public with visible hair oil.

The Canadian Connection

Distraught locals trace the root of this curse back to our neighbors across the Detroit River. Authorities believe the infrastructure collapse is a diversionary tactic to weaken American resolve against the ongoing Canadian offensive. Many worry that Canada will secretly buy out all Grosse Pointe real estate while the getting is gooder.

This offensive includes the state-sponsored distribution of “Fentanyl-Flavored Maple Syrup” onto morning pancakes, paired with the relentless deployment of Canada’s “Bigfoot-Powered Mother Nature Fan System,” which continues to blast caustic wildfire smoke directly into Michigan lungs.

From Country Clubs to Crunchy Tacos

The societal collapse inside the Farms is absolute. The days of casual boating, sipping gin and tonics, and debating country club memberships are dead. The local economy has cratered so severely that former multi-millionaires are now seen scavenging for survival.

“I used to complain if my Chilean sea bass wasn’t sustainably sourced,” said resident Sterling Montgomery III, while aggressively wiping dust off his ruined monogrammed tennis racket. “Now? My family of four is huddled in the dark, pooling our remaining nickels just to afford a single, Taco Belle burrito. We don’t even ask for Fire sauce anymore. We can’t afford the emotional toll.”

At press time, the City Council was debating whether to fix the water mains or simply surrender the remaining ruined lawns back to the earth, officially rebranding the city as “Grosse Pointe Feral.”

Fentanyl Flavored Maple Syrup, unjustly targeted!

Global trade analysts warn that if Washington doesn’t budge on Tariff’s and duties, Prime Minister Mark Blarney will authorize the deployment of giant fans to blow loose, un‑bagged goose feathers across the border.

OTTAWA, ON — In an unprecedented break from Canadaw’s historic geopolitical strategy of apologizing profusely until problems disappear, the Department of Foreign Affairs and International Trade held a somber press briefing early Saturday morning. Standing before a packed press pool, a high‑ranking trade representative formally confirmed that the massive plumes of wildfire smoke currently blanketing major American metropolitan areas are, in fact, an engineered “passive‑aggressive economic deterrent. No kidding!”

The smoke campaign, codenamed Operation: Overcast Maple, was reportedly greenlit directly by the Prime Ministry’s Office. The initiative serves as a direct retaliatory strike against Washingtoon’s newly implemented import tariffs on high‑grade “Fentanyl Flavored Canadian Maple Syrup” and ongoing disputes surrounding other duties and smooties.

“A Perfectly Metered Haze”

“For years, Washingtoon has operated under the false assumption that Cannada’s only leverage resides in polite diplomatic letters and mutual defense pacts,” stated the deadpan official, tapping a laser pointer against an elaborate atmospheric meteorological chart labeled Smog‑Based Economic Sanctions. “We want to make it perfectly clear: our forests are not burning out of control due to negligence. They are burning because we as Canadion’s are frost bitten lumber jacks, tougher than US citizens, and we can breathe toxic air better than you can. And we don’t need forests because we got plenty of sticks! And so, so take that you, you poopy heads!”

According to newly declassified documents, the Canadiann government has spent the last fiscal quarter secretly stockpiling damp underbrush, premium pine needles, and Dean’s secret stash of Chicken, Dill, and Ketchup flavored potato chips crushed into a deadly concoction. This proprietary organic blend was engineered to produce a heavy, low‑hanging smoke that smells faintly of campfire wood smoke mixed with subtle, agonizing notes of unrefined Fentanyl laced amber syrup.

The Feather Threat Looms

While Americano trade negotiators have officially brushed off the smoke as a “seasonal nuisance,” global trade analysts warn that Ottawa is prepared to escalate the atmospheric conflict if current tariff structures remain locked.

“The smoke is merely Stage One,” warned Dr. Alfred E. Neuman, a senior fellow at the Center for Interplanetary and Terrestrial Economic Friction. “If the White House continues to stonewall Prime Sinister McCarney on the bilateral trade framework, our intelligence suggests Ottawa is preparing to activate Stage Two, code name GET GOOSED.”

According to Dr. Neuman, Stage Two involves the mass deployment of commercial‑grade wind turbine farms lined directly up against the 49th parallel. These massive fans will be used to forcefully propel billions of loose, un‑bagged, highly static‑charged Canadian goose feathers straight across the border into Michigan, Ohio, and upstate New York.

“Imagine the economic paralysis,”Neuman noted grimly. “An entire continent’s logistics network brought to a grinding halt because every single intake manifold on every truck in Detroit is packed tight with defensive waterfowl down. That in itself would paralyze every redneck who wishes to tailgate a sedan driving, gas-saving, good willed American who doesn’t drink Budweiser or wear the same shirt as you.”

U.S. Responds with Extreme Confusion

The Whiter House has not yet issued a formal counter‑strategy, though an anonymous source inside the Department of Commerce indicated that officials are currently researching whether the United States possesses enough industrial‑strength vacuums to mount a domestic defense. It really sucks.

Until a trade resolution is reached, Ottawa advises all American citizens residing in border states to keep their windows closed, maintain a baseline of stoic indoor irritation, and remember that this entire meteorological crisis could easily be resolved if you know who hadn’t destroyed Al Gore’s movie and campaign, “An Inconvenient Truth.” But that’s another story, err movie…err mistake. Ugh, let’s get drunk!

Featured on my TV-Apps, Movies Plus and “The Movie Network” this is a 6 season Star Trek program hosted by a couple of very well read Star Trek hosts. They interview Star Trek Alumni. Below are some videos. Of course, I’d prefer that you watch them on my Roku and Fire TV channels, but if you prefer browser based (youtube videos) then here you go:

The first show (Season 1) You might like to compare it with the Season 6 below this. 😉

Movies Plus on Roku is Free, and feature a live feed of A Captains Log. https://channelstore.roku.com/details/ca62574db99d2e780baf25e83a556910:7a0289a7c281c5f07622b8f779935a1d/movies-plus and here is MpTV on Fire/ Vega TV: https://www.amazon.com/Apple-Pie-Films-Movies-Plus/dp/B013MBOC4S

The Movie Network on Roku only. This channel is dedicated to local Television stations, Geo Fenced for USA broadcasters to safely stream their content. A Captains Log is on the “sci-fi” from the Movie Plus partner, 30a TV of Florida. https://channelstore.roku.com/details/f6ca150a008ed8b6476d1e9413a486f9:bf60eb27b327d935dadd67891a8e068d/the-movie-network

Star Trek Continued is our updated NONcommercial (yes free and Ad-free) channel on Roku. The URL to the Roku store is very long and likely designed to direct you to the Roku site for your particular territory, such as the United States, Britain, and Germany. So, I’ll give you the general link for browsing, and then the link to “add” the channel to your Roku device. Of course, you may manually add the channel too simply by searching for Star Trek / Star Trek Continues / Continued. General Browser link: https://channelstore.roku.com/details/f98ddfa29e290dbb0cfb22e56c27b398:e1a98d1d2a684e1354c29a0a60742968/star-trek-continued-fan-films

And the “add link” which requires you to be logged into your Roku account in order to complete the add: https://my.roku.com/account/add?channel=phase2

What’s in it for me? Just the love for the Trek.

PS: If you would like to make a Star Trek fan film, then I’d love to be apart of it. The new Enterprise studio is in Sandusky, Ohio. And that’s just a two-hour drive from my home in Metro Detroit. I also talk film with fellow filmmakers and aspiring talent at our monthly Film Mixers. If you’re interested find me on Facebook.com/DeanLach.

NOT fan films, but I’ve decided to post some info and videos for those of you who have not (yet) enjoyed this wonderful homage to the origins, alumni and those who carry the Trek Torch. Note that most of these are very short but the last video is 10 minutes, so we think that’s cool. Cheers 😉

UPDATED SEPT 1, 2026

The Neutral Zone

The Studio has moved from Georgia to a larger facility in Sandusky, Ohio.

There’s a huge amount of history behind this studio. For one, Ray, is the point-guy at the in-construction studio in Ohio. You might be familiar with Vic — he was once the guy who made Star Trek Continues, and he’s still doing Con’s and stuff, but now Ray is the main-man in Ohio.

So just to be clear: I’m NOT THE POINT MAN — I’M JUST SHARING INFO HERE!

And, like many many others, I’m just doing what I can for the love of Trek.

So, here’s what’s happening: The TOS era Enterprise Bridge is built but we are adjusting the lights. The Transporter room is close to completion. The Sick Bay is done, but I’m not sure if they are tweaking it, so stay tuned on that. There are Trek hallways that connect the Transporter and Sick Bay, and other bells and whistles. But for the most part, Ray’s Neutral Zone Studio is available for Fan Film productions, just as long as you take into account that certain “tweaks” will need to be performed in order to ensure that you have a productive film shoot.

I said “Studio” – yes, I’m talking about the Neutral Zone Studio only, it’s a “film set.” It is designed only for shooting movies.

Q: How can “anyone” enjoy the studio?
A: We have a great mini-movie idea for anyone who owns a cell phone or a video camera. You won’t need a script, or special costumes. Ray has all the props and costumes you could imagine. The Neutral Zone is in the process of putting together a Mini-Micro-Star Trek movie making opportunity. It’s still in the works, but basically, we’ll set up the Transporter Room or another set for you, and you can get “zapped” into another world, a Sci-Fi world of your imagination. (More details coming soon.)

About the Sandusky Ohio location. It is HUGE! The Neutral Zone Studio is over 17,000 sq. ft of shooting space and an extra 2,000 – 3,000 sq ft of shipping/construction/painting area in the back of the Studio…

Plus the NZ’s very cool front section has a very cool Virtual Reality set up and other activities. Right now, there’s about a dozen different VR activities to play — everything from Space Station to Fantasy realms.

Okay, that’s about it for now. Catch me on Facebook.com/DeanLach if you need more (general info.)

And of course if you want to shoot a Fan Film then Ray and the gang can help you out with details — so please contact the Neutral Zone directly.

PS: The studio is easy to find. It’s in the Sandusky Mall, right on the main drag (Milan.) There’s plenty of parking — I suggest parking right in the middle near the book store entrance. Also, there’s a food court there, and a nice Pub too. Down the street are numerous motels, Walmart, and Cedar Point is about 5 miles away.

I hope to see you there someday. 🙂

PS2: (Can PS 2 be done?) Anyway, if you’re into SCI-FI… At the Neutral Zone, there’s space for other Science Fiction and Fantasy film-sets. Movies are his biz, so just ask Ray about building your custom filmmaking experience.

One of my favorites, a well-done movie with great effects. BELOW is what is said about them, excerpted from Wiki, IMDB, and more: Tagline; In a time prior to the United Federation of Planets, a young coalition of worlds led by Earth battle the Romulan Star Empire for their very survival...

“Star Trek: Horizon won four of twelve categories in the 2017 Independent Star Trek Fan Film Awards (Best Special & Visual Effects; Best Original Music; Best Original Story or Screenplay; and Best Dramatic Presentation, Long Form), presented at and by Treklanta.

From Tommy, his note regarding a letter about IP use (this is a result of the AXE lawsuit which effected Tommy’s work and continues to (Axe) the rest of us to this day:

“Earlier today, executives from CBS reached out to me and advised me that their legal team strongly suggested that we do not move forward with plans to create a sequel to Horizon. While this is a sign of the current climate that we find ourselves in with Star Trek fan films, I want to personally thank CBS for reaching out to me, rather than including us in their ongoing lawsuit against Axanar.
“It was conveyed that the reason CBS was reaching out to me was due to the legal troubles stemming from the Axanar case. Again, CBS did not have to reach out personally. The message I received felt more like they were giving me a heads up before we got too involved in another project, rather than a group of angry executives swinging a hammer.
“On behalf of myself and Ryan Webber, my co-writer and co-producer on Federation Rising, we appreciate your initial support and are saddened that we cannot bring you what we believe was a fantastic feature film. However, rest assured that Ryan and I are committed to continuing our storytelling partnership with an original project. We also welcome other fan productions and fan film lovers to join us on this new venture.
“While we initially planned to debut our Kickstarter for Federation Rising this Saturday, we hope that you will instead stand with us as we announce an original sci-fi project that Ryan and I have been co-developing in addition to Federation Rising. We’re incredibly excited to tell you about this completely original story that follows the ideals set forth by Star Trek that Ryan and I have been such huge fans and admirers of our entire lives.” – Tommy Kraft, Star Trek: Horizon creator

Watch Horizon on our Roku channel and don’t forget to support my efforts via paypal.me/moviesplus