Cartoon Conspiracies Novels & Stories

Then, chaos would come, madness, those who stayed would murder those closest to them, violence in the streets, wars, conflicts, accusations of different rulers, when heads of state were accused, the fact was that the next thought was. A bizarre plot of conspiracy, where they could not continue to accuse each other due to the fact that everyone was affected, not even communist countries were affected. On March 9, 2023, at 12:00 am, when only non-human animals would be awake, imagine going 168 hours without feeding your pet, imagine what the zoo would look like, other human-run places, where there are hospitals , outpatient clinics, nursing homes, imagine the embezzlement, the lack of manpower

"It's a good opportunity for people who hate each other to become closer, isn't it Colton and Mika?” The two look at each other, make faces at the same time, and protest. I just pass by them and leave the office. I really don't want to be part of another conspiracy. I learned a lot from the last one, and no matter how certain it was, it doesn't seem to be the same case now. There are too many gaps between these three people so that I can dare to be part of it. As much as I have a tendency to meddling in the subject of others, this is not my problem.

But at least it was steady. The zombie story in Ohio had died down, at least on the television news. It was still all over the internet, of course. The bodies had been spirited away to a hidden government research lab, but that didn’t stop the bloggers and conspiracy people from posting their opinions. The most popular explanation for the creatures seemed to be secret medical experiments gone awry. Other theories included a toxic waste spill, a terrorist attack, aliens from outer space, a plague of some kind, and even global warming, though Leesa failed to see how that might apply. Her favorite explanation came from a female blogger who wrote that the creatures were not really zombies, but i

I answered on the first ring. “Rose?” “There’s a problem,” her voice sounded panicked. “What is it?” I asked. “One of the Wang twins died last night and the parents are standing in front of the company to protest against Leona-S claiming that the invention is responsible for the death of their daughter.” “What?” I could not believe my ears. “That is not all,” she continued, “Senator Schuamer teamed up with some lab to claim that a drug we created is really LSD and there are several conspiracy theorists spreading claims that we are working with the government to massively drug people.”

"Let me guess. Monroe funded this?" "Through three shell companies, but yes." Brandon scrolls through the article. "It's clever. Doesn't deny the conspiracy outright. Just raises 'concerns' about the validity of mate bond science. Questions whether you're being manipulated by Genetech for publicity. Suggests Dr. Chen has financial motives." "That's garbage," Lucian says. "That's effective counter-narrative." Brandon's expression is grim. "It's already getting traction. Not as much as Rebecca's article, but enough to muddy the waters."

Scarlett sat elegantly on the couch, legs were crossed. The muted glow of the television illuminated her sharp features as she watched the news unfold. “CASPIAN MOREAU CONFESSES TO DOCTORING CARTER’S SCNADAL VIDEO — CLAIMS IT WAS A MALICIOUS HOAX.” The footage cut to a clip of Caspian, who was handcuffed and surrounded by police officers. His face was pale, gaunt, his lips trembling as he addressed the cameras outside the precinct.

‘Much later, of course. ‘Eighteenth century.’ ‘By Hogarth, or James Gilray, Thomas Rowlandson — George Cruikshank?’ Her throat felt dry. It was hard to speak. Try as she might to be sensible, lust washed through her in gigantic waves. ‘No,’ he said, and she knew by his tone he was picking up on her feelings. ‘An unknown artist produced these cartoons. He used the pseudonym of Dick Bedwell. No one is sure of his true identity. This leads to much heated debate among connoisseurs, which is strange, considering how few have actually seen the originals.’

“You’re one of them.” “Them?” “The conspiracy theorists that are convinced it was a big hoax by the government?” He smiled and nodded. “I suppose I am. I’d like to see some concrete proof.” “There is video. It was recorded live.” He scoffed. “Have you seen the quality of TV from that age? Then all of a sudden, astronauts wearing giant, cumbersome suits are taking these killer pictures on the moon. The pictures are crystal-clear and quite frankly, staged.” I couldn’t help but laugh. He seemed like such a rational man. “You surprise me.”

By mid afternoon, the news made the headlines. The world was burning, not in fire, but in headlines. “Consortium Labs Collapse: Thousands Missing.” “Billionaire Alexander Kane Accused of Biotech Cover-Up.” “The Ghost Project, Fact or Myth?” The world wanted answers, but all Evelyn and Alexander had were ghosts.

“I have a theory.” I look up. “Should I be worried?” “Possibly.” He taps the page confidently. “What if…” He lowers his voice. “…this entire conspiracy is being run by accountants?” I blink. “Accountants….” “They’re always around.” I try not to laugh. “They know numbers.” “They’re suspiciously calm.” “They’re doing their jobs.” “Exactly.” He points triumphantly. “Perfect cover.” I burst into laughter. “That is the worst theory I’ve ever heard.”