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The glow of the old school CRT monitor cast an almost sacred light on our faces, and later the Philips TV, the screen for a digital aurora in the box-room. I remember the specific thrum of the PlayStation, the click of its disc drive, and the rhythmic, almost hypnotic sequence of button presses as I meticulously layered beats and melodies. This was for his GCSE music project, a task he’d presented with a shrug and an almost imperceptible plea for help. He didn't do or say much; he rarely did. He just sat there, knees pulled up to his chest on the floor, watching me, a silent, still observer as I sculpted a rudimentary track from the limited palette of an early 2000s music creation game. His presence was like a barely perceptible hum in the room, a quiet witness to the genesis of something out of nothing. I remember thinking, in that precise moment, that he was involved. Not creatively, not actively, but his quiet watchfulness, his unblinking gaze, felt like a silent endorsement, ...

Shasto, Muttley, & The Dogz of the Rox

It was a beautiful summer evening, and Shasto was out for a walk in the park with his loyal canine companion Muttley. The sun was setting over the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across the landscape. Shasto, a tall, thin man in his mid-30s, walked with his eyes fixed on the path ahead, lost in thought. Muttley trotted beside him, his tail wagging happily as he sniffed at the bushes and trees they passed.



As they reached the far end of the park, they came upon a strange sight. There, nestled among the tall grasses, were a group of rocks unlike any they had seen before. They glimmered and shone in the fading light, almost as if they were alive. Shasto and Muttley approached cautiously.

"Wow", Shasto muttered, crouching down to examine the rocks more closely. "Look at these. They're... pulsing".

Muttley let out a low growl, his hackles rising. Something about these rocks didn't feel right. He could sense a strange energy emanating from them, like little sparks of electricity in the air.

All at once, the rocks began to move. They lifted off the ground and started to float in the air, hovering and dancing around Shasto and Muttley. The man stumbled backward in shock, but the dog stood his ground, baring his teeth.

"What in the world...?" Shasto breathed.

The rocks arranged themselves into a circle and began to spin, faster and faster until they became a blur of colour and light. Shasto shielded his eyes against the glare. When he opened them again, he gasped in amazement. In the centre of the circle stood a figure made entirely of crystalline rock - the Rox.

"Welcome, Shasto and Muttley", the Rox spoke, its voice echoing like thunder. "We have been waiting for you".

"You...you can talk?" Shasto stammered.

"You have been chosen", the Rox said. "Chosen to lead us, to be the Dogz of the Rox. Together, we shall reclaim our rightful place as the rulers of this world".

Muttley let out a fierce bark. He didn't understand everything, but he knew he didn't like it. These talking rocks were bad news.

Shasto looked at his loyal companion uncertainly. He had always known Muttley was special, but this was beyond anything he could have imagined.

"What do we have to do?" Shasto asked hesitantly.

"You must find the others", the Rox commanded. "Gather the rest of the Dogz of the Rox. Then, with our combined power, we will conquer all in our path".

Shasto gulped. This was a lot to take in. But he also sensed how much the Rox wanted this. Their desire was palpable, overwhelming.

"Okay", he said finally. "We'll do it. Muttley and I are the Dogz of the Rox. We won't let you down".

The Rox let out a grating screech of triumph. "Excellent. Your first assignment is to retrieve the Celestial Scepter. It is in the tower of the old wizard. Bring it to us".

And with that, the Rox broke apart into its component rocks, which scattered across the park. Shasto and Muttley were left standing alone in the darkening night.




The man looked down at the dog, his faithful friend. "Well Mutt, looks like we've got a job to do. Let's get to it".

Muttley yipped in determination and the two set off together into the unknown, the first of the Dogz of the Rox on a quest for power.

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