It is September 2020.
Somewhere in a remote corner of deep eastern France, a strange substance oozes from the ground. 🧪
Barely awake, it slimes its way to Berlin, leaving long trails of green mucus along the Autobahn and the flat fields of central Euroland.
It is April 2021.
The substance has consolidated into a solid blob of flesh, lined with six arms and hardly identifiable sexual organs. 🫁
The rumor has it that this strange abomination has a name. “Fantasia Malware” they say, in paranoid whispers, never too loud because they fear summoning the beast.
Some say that Fantasia Malware has already laid its first egg : an ancient Saint called Fiona Bianco Xena.
It is June 2022.
The blob has now morphed into a haunted palace of emerald spores and calcified dreams. 🏰
Fantasia Malware is not an entity anymore, neither is it really a place.
It is everywhere : dripping between your legs, sweating from your brain, singing on top of your lungs - a swarm of mad insects weaving their corrosive web through the city.
It is also at ACUD MACHT NEU, in Berlin, on June 16th, 19 PM :