End of the World Influencer: A Satirical, Dark Sci-Fi Series Debut

The world is ending. Adam’s podcast is still live.

Mar 30, 2025

Welcome to Part 1 of End of the World Influencer, a new serialized apocalypse story from Nocturnal Narrator.

Meet Adam: Midwest podcaster ("Average Adam"). Cynic. Fueled by Monster Energy and existential dread while ranting about the world's garbage fire state. He's aggressively average. Except... maybe the apocalypse just started during his latest livestream? Prepare for a dark humor sci-fi horror ride into cosmic mystery.

End of the World Influencer is your introduction to 7 Series. A story told over many parts, much like episodes, that promises to be part psychological unraveling, part sci-fi horror, and part cosmic mystery. One post at a time, the layers will peel back.

But I didn’t just want to tell you a story. I wanted to pull you inside it.

If you love to match music and mood, this is my gift to you

Some posts will have a custom, carefully curated playlist—available on Spotify (other streaming platforms coming soon).

Some playlists are tied to characters; others reflect mood, theme, or moment. This is one of those posts.

Part One is below.

Now, headphones in. Lights low. And maybe keep your mic muted.

Welcome to the end.

End of the World Influencer [Part 1]

“Average Adam”

A curated glimpse into the headspace of Adam—sarcastic podcaster, chronic caffeine addict, reluctant apocalypse broadcaster. Think existential dread meets Midwest burnout. Headphones recommended. Monster in a mug optional.

Average Adam Playlist on Spotify

“Welcome back to Average Adam, the average podcast for your average dude. Before we dive in, here are the trending topics from this week…” My eyes squint against the harsh white glare of my laptop screen. I really should turn the brightness down, but that's an inconvenience I just don't have the mental bandwidth for.

My desk is a testament to poor life choices and minimal effort: a chipped coffee mug filled with Monster Energy, because it's easier than admitting I have a caffeine problem; a vape pen that's use is more habit than conscious decision at this point; and a weed pen, the only truly relaxing thing within arm's reach.

“First up, over the weekend, President Douglas signed an executive order that—to the shock of absolutely no one—is blatantly unconstitutional. But hey, that's exactly what you get when you elect a felon president.” I don't even have it in me to pretend to be surprised. Instead, I shrug at the camera, reaching for my mug to take a long, deliberate sip, letting chat assume it's coffee.

Another notification pops up, lighting my screen in aggressive red. I get these constantly during streams, but I've given up covering real-time news since the government stopped pretending to enforce factual reporting—unless you donated to Douglas’s campaign, obviously.

Still, I feel pretty confident labeling this one as "verifiable bullshit."

“Oh, chat, lucky you—it's your favorite part of the show: real-time news updates!” My smirk twists into something more sarcastic as I lean theatrically close to the mic. I barely manage to suppress a chuckle as my eyes scan the absurd collection of panic-bait headlines.

“According to our good friends at Facts News Network, BREAKING: The apocalypse is here. No, seriously.’ Riveting journalism as always.”

Turning back to the camera, I shoot my signature pointed glare. “Listen, I'm not here to hold your hand, chat, but let's be real—the weather's been fuck-y since my mom still had voting rights, politicians have always been shady, and anyone with nukes can threaten to use them. Nothing’s changed. There's no apocalypse, no rapture, nothing coming to save you from the relentless bullshit of this unfortunate timeline.”

I can feel my cheeks heating up. It's probably time to dial it back. Maybe someone who's easily annoyed, socially awkward, and burdened by an overwhelming sense of justice shouldn't have been allowed to spend $27.99 on a podcast mic with same-day shipping—but, alas, that's still my right.

For now.

My eyes flick over the chat feed, comments scrolling past faster than I can read - but one catches my eye. Same profile, every week. Every time, it’s some cryptic, poetic shit about how lazy I am or something. This time, I clicked on the notification.

“They’re terrified of your true potential.”

I stare at it for maybe half a second too long.

“Okay,” I mutter to myself. “Chill with the fortune cookie wisdom, Anonymous420.” I scroll past it, back to the usual chaos of the feed.

But I keep thinking about it. Just because of the timing.

The lights flicker once. Just a surge. My screen stutters.

Somewhere in the corner of the screen, the chat window jitters again…

Then everything settles.

I lean back in my chair. Grip the mic. Try to reset the mood…but my smile doesn’t quite reach my eyes.

Somewhere in the corner of the screen, the chat window jitters again—just as the first alarms begin to go off.

Continue to Part 2

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