Goon Cave Meme Novels & Stories

The pack members raised their bones and cheered, their voices echoing through the night. Gasher raised his voice, interrupting the conversation. "That reminds me, have any of you heard about a secret cave called the Black Cave of Oints?" he asked. The room went silent as the other rogues looked at each other with confusion. One of them spoke up, "Is that from a children's book or what?" and the rest burst out laughing. Gasher's face grew stern. "I'm not joking," he said. "I heard about it from some travelers. They said it's filled with treasure, enough to make us all rich for the rest of our lives," he lied.

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Elliott replied, sinking down onto the ground next to his son. “Yeah, it’s also a meme. A meme can be a video,” Dax explained. “No, a meme is just one of those pictures with the words written on top of it,” Elliott disagreed. Aaron had no interest whatsoever in hearing the end of the discussion. He was ready for the portal to open again, to shift if it was going to, to test Alex’s theory as to which tunnel would open next. If it wasn’t quite as predictable as possible, this would take a lot longer than he’d hoped. He was ready to go home.

The cultural context had shifted; the image of a man wedding his male, dying mentor was a bridge too far, a reputational contagion they could not afford. It was a social media feeding frenzy. The homophobes and the trolls, the cynically entertained and the morally outraged, were all on the same side. #GoldDiggerGroom was trending. The video had been cut into GIFs—Davidson forcing the ring onto Joe's finger, looped repeatedly with the caption "CHA-CHING!". His moment of kneeling had been turned into a meme of submission and was titled "How to Secure the Bag."

"Make it punchy, Carlin. We're not just serving tea here." Carlin rolled her eyes but followed his advice, weaving words that ignited curiosity and sparked outrage. Vasky, in his element, enhanced the content with his signature memes. As he clicked away on his laptop, he couldn't help but mutter, "Memes are the modern hieroglyphics, after all." ‌

He got startled a little but then laughed again as the golem returned him to the ground. "This is truly a joyful day!" He raised his hands in the air and opened his palms, striking a perfect T-pose. One of the rats followed his exampled and did the same pose, just with less energy. "What in the name of God are they doing..." David and the critters were confusingly watching such a display from the two. In the end, David started to laugh, remembering an old meme he saw in high school about a rat wearing a pope's garment with a peculiar song attached to it.

He clicks on it and staring back at him, is a picture of himself, moving away as clowns came near. He looks terrible, drunk and at the same time terrified. Tempering the urge to throw the phone away from himself, he scrolls down and sees different captions to the meme and one particular one by Ash Glam's Twitter page that reads "Undone assignments when they are due..." They had the guys to post it as well? They basically fueled the meme going viral. He goes back and checks the second hot topic. "Owner of B&F accused of Plagiarism right after Gail's death." He clicks on it and sees a news link and clicks on it as well.