333 - Channel


The old CRT television in front of you clicks and buzzes as you flip through the channel, giving out a full, concussive sound not altogether unlike a powerful electrical arcing. You enjoy the raw quality of the analog set - it provides a proper disconnect from reality you feel is lacking from today's high definition entertainment systems.

You flip through the channels and, as you scratch an itch on the back of your neck with the remote, the screen comes to rest on the Dangerousest Hunt Stars.

"Bubba!" shouts Captain Uncle. "Did you put this mackerel in my seat? You lose the bet!"

You wonder briefly at a world so comfortable it finds some of its most popular entertainment in the distant dreams of a fetishized blue-collar job. You decide it's best not to dwell on such things.