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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.
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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.
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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 :
➡️ https://fantasia-malware.net/presents.html
