NO, REALLY, IT'S OK
Twenty stories. Zero warnings that would've actually helped.
A demon runs your performance review. A slot machine falls in love with you. A group of well-meaning Canadians invade Minnesota by accident and get sent home with granola bars. A washed-up superhero team saves the world badly, emotionally, and with far too many feelings about kitchen knives. And somewhere on a forgotten island, a boy who never really grew up finds out the friends he left behind never really left either.
This is the eighth Dystopocon anthology, and if you've been here before, you already know the drill: everything starts as a joke. Most of it stays one. The rest of it doesn't, and by the time you notice, you're already in too deep to put the book down and pretend you didn't feel something.
Nothing in here is trying to be important. That's usually when it sneaks up on you.
No, really. It's OK.