Chase Griffin

“It's like my Dad always used to say: "Interactive gimmicks are better than sleepcooking gimmicks." He didn't say that all the time, but he was alive for a long time and he talked a lot. That assemblage of words probably found its way out of his mouth.”
― Chase Griffin, What's On the Menu?

“What a journey it’s been. It’s one narc after the next. These narcs keep approaching me and asking if I needed an archetypal old man in my life. What happened, by the way? Why did we stop using the word narc? Do we think narcs don’t exist? And that there’s no such thing as psy-ops? And that people from the bad side are unable to pose as a member of your good side? Why are all of us so nervous about admitting that psy-ops are real? Do all of us believe that psy-ops conspiracy fuckery is equal to lizard people and nanobot vaccines? The GSN blasted its classic rotten archetype, fnordz, holomultigraphic interfacing proscenium arch eristic analytical overlays.”
― Chase Griffin, How To Play A Necromancer's Theremin

“He looked up at me, eager, and smiled. He handed me the bowl. I didn’t want to be rude again, so I took it and slurped down every drop.”
― Chase Griffin, What's On the Menu?

“I stared in stoned awe at a beast with a body made of books, the head of an alligator, and teeth of broken piano keys. I gawked at a giant baby doll climbing the Eiffel Tower with thousands of spindly naked people flying out of its mouth. The visual journey ended with a serpentine creature whose lamprey mouth coiled around the door’s border as hundreds of tiny tendrils extended from the mouth’s center. The tendrils reached toward the baby doll and alligator book creature and its piano key teeth, while other nightmare beasts danced at their feet and in the background.”
― Chase Griffin, How To Play A Necromancer's Theremin