Cracked Glass

The classic “something hit the screen” read: a fist-sized punch-through dead centre, twelve radial hairlines kinking outward, three conchoidal arcs tying them into a web. Each hairline is two strokes — a blurred dark shadow under a bright core — the way a real crack both blocks and catches light.

The exact recipe running on /machine, same seed and all: the top-right corner snapped clean off — one jagged fracture edge sweeps from the top of the screen to the right side, and the quarter-moon chunk between it and the corner is simply gone. Frosted crush zone, bright fracture face, radials running into the glass that remains.

The rim crumbles instead of running: a halo of tiny crushed cells packed around the hole, short stubby radials, one faint arc. Closest to how a thick laminated tube face actually fails — the energy spends itself pulverising the edge instead of racing across the screen.

A small entry wound low on the tube, but the energy went sideways: long branching runners wander clear across the screen, forking as they go, and stop dead at the bezel — because the glass does. Minimal hole, maximal drama.