Marble Hornets Memes Novels & Stories

“You and me both.” He cracked a faint grin. “Guess we make a good team. Just not the kind the school board wants.” That got a laugh out of both of us. The first real one since everything went to hell. We played another few rounds — air hockey, some racing games, even a zombie shooter. For a while, it was easy to forget that outside these neon lights, the world was picking us apart one post at a time. At one point, Jackson checked his phone again, groaning. “Dude. Someone made a meme out of Daniel getting hit.”

“Oh, really? Then why don’t you take a look at this?” I caught the phone before it slid off the edge of the table, my fingers brushing the cool glass screen. The post was a scathing thread, complete with memes mocking our new logo and hashtags like #EpicFail and #OutOfTouch. I scanned the comments, hundreds of them, piling on with gleeful vitriol. It was worse than I’d realized, but I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. The audacity of these keyboard warriors was almost comical. Instead, I widened my eyes, feigning shock as if this was my first time hearing and seeing the comments.