Something Broken (Narrative Podcast)
Project Overview
Something Broken is an original narrative podcast about a young man named Lex Adams who notices that his reality is starting to warp and break around him. Gravity and time are bending around him, and the only thing he has is a memory of a girl he doesn't know, and a mysterious event that took place in the valley outside his small town.
This podcast consists of Lex's personal recordings, made in an effort to have an anchor to reality as it falls apart around him.
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Lex Adams is a joker. Even in tense situations, he finds the opportunity to crack a few jokes. Still, he's wrapped up in a story of cosmic horror that will test his ability to stay sane, let alone make jokes.
The best way I can put it is that there’s something wrong with reality. The way things are, the way they’ve always been and should stay, is changing in these small ways that I keep seeing. I’m not being deep or anything, right now. I mean real stuff like gravity just isn’t working right. I got home today, and one of my notebooks was on the ceiling. I got up on a chair to grab it, but whenever I let go of it, it would go back to the ceiling. Like it was dropping in reverse. Nothing else was doing this, just the notebook. By the time I could take a picture or a video or something, it just fell down to the floor like normal. How would you explain that? Because I’m having a rough time with it. No one believes me, obviously. I tried telling a few people, but they just think I’m joking. So here I am, wondering what the hell.
Anyway, I went in, picked up what I wanted to buy, and made my innocent, not yet horribly scarred way up to the counter. Now, here are a few things about the clerk. They were pretty weirdly well-dressed. A clean white dress shirt, ironed out, with a tasteful black tie. Their hands had longish fingers, with fingernails that hadn’t been cut in a while. I could see the black dirt that had built up underneath them. Their sleeves were rolled up to their elbows, showing off some nicely toned forearms.
Also, they didn’t have a face.
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